You Had Me
A secret. We were. We were never meant to be, never meant to happen, never meant to start. Why did we? After so many days and weeks of our ticking lives, we continued to be a secret. Boyfriends. We both had boyfriends. We both had friends, certain reputations, and both of us were running downhill at an inconceivable pace. Our hands touched, and our lips greeted each other.
"I missed you," she whispered. My heart beat faster as her fingers clawed gently through my hair. Her life. It was terrible. At one point she was the queen of the world, but one mistake changed that. One. A singular mishap could alter everything we've built up. "What?" a smirk teases at her lips as she watches my face, "Didn't you miss me too?"
I was silent; I didn't know what to do or say. It had come so easily before, but it worried me now. Jesse. Jesse was no longer allowed to come over, for I feared something terrible would come about if he were here. Of course, he would understand my lie, accept it as a truth. I had to stay with her; something terrible could happen. Puck. Puck loved her, but if he found out what our secret was... That could change fast. Violence, jealousy, abuse, anger. The words pained me as I thought them.
"Hey," she lifted my chin and locked my gaze. A trance I couldn't resist. "Are you okay?" Of course she would ask that. It's so dumb that I can't compose myself enough, can't be so good an actress that she just for a second forgets I'm upset, forgets her problems, forgets everything even. I wanted her to just forget and be genuinely happy, so I could be as well.
Finally I found my voice after I blinked out of her stare. I couldn't lie looking her in the eye, "Yes, I'm fine," I nodded with a smile, "Peachy as can be, but in my opinion peaches are a very happy fruit. I prefer more of a pineapple because-" she placed a velvet finger to my lips.
"Rachel Berry," her eyes shine with a glimmer of worry. Her beautiful, beautiful eyes, "shouldn't you know by now that I can read you like a book?" My head falls; she was worried about me? Why was that? "Tell me what's bugging you."
Her commands were like gifts tied up in beautiful ribbon. She even made orders sound sweet; was I crazy? The feelings I felt versus the quilt I had over possibly hurting Jesse would be the end of me. Slowly my mind would explode if I were to go through any more of this boy drama. The words slowly slipped through my lips, "I don't think we should be doing this." Her eyes immediately widened a bit in shock. "I mean; I want to do this. I just don't think it's the right thing to do..."
The blonde hair atop her head waved as she nodded slowly, "Fair enough." Great, now she was upset. She obviously knew that I would suggest to do the honest thing and break up with our boyfriends. We couldn't do that. Not completely. I could assure myself that Jesse would be angry but forgiving, but Puck was a different matter. He was the father of Quinn Fabray's baby. Add the inner emotions deep down he had with the outer issues he had with anger. The words shuttered through me once again. No matter what we did, it would end up hurting her.
"Okay," she nodded, "I'll break up with Puck."
"You can't!" I spoke without thinking; now she'd definitely ask. Her quizzical eyes flickered at me, "I've changed my mind. Just... pretend I never said it." Her eyes just weren't going to give up on me, "Forget it; my dads are probably looking for me. I'll see you tomorrow."
With a last kiss good-bye, I relieved myself.
This takes place around "The Power of Madonna" and "Home."