Summary: Quinn seems to have developed spontaneous feelings about Rachel only weeks from their departure to the rest of their lives. Will she be able to keep composure knowing her time with the girl of her dreams is limited or will she try to push these feelings down before it's too late?
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee! If I did I wouldn't be posting here and I would have written more Faberry into the plot!
Authors Note: I apologize if this is kind of boring or anything. I randomly got an urge to write a Faberry fic and this is what came out. If you like it please review and tell me if I should even bother continuing! Keep in mind this is the first Fanfiction I've written in a total of two years so I'm a bit rusty!
She's perfectly flawless
Yet with imperfection
Beautiful brown eyes
Which wander off towards my direction
Misguided, Mistreated, Misinformed
Confused beyond belief
She was told she couldn't make it
Though her determination brings me relief
I know she'll do it
Be the shimmering star she has strived to be
She has always been that girl
So I hope her smile will set me free
We shall meet again
But I'm afraid she'll only slip away
'Cause let's be brutally honest
She's straight while I'm gay...
Erm… Scratch that last line…
'Cause let's be brutally honest
In the background I'll only fade
She'll shine above all of us
In the universe where she's the only jewel around
Though there may be some calls and emails
I'll destined to crash in the ground
Like a deflated balloon
While she's the child who carelessly let me go
I'll be left broken
And she'll get another balloon for show...
Why is this so hard? I'm literally filtering hundreds of words I could use for this but there are no words strong enough to describe how much I'm feeling right now. I'm going to be honest. I think that I lo… Really, really like Rachel Berry. Damn it, even saying it is causing me to turn into a panicking mess. Okay, well, of course I love her, as a friend. It wasn't until this week that I realized how much she truly means to me. I can't even wrap my head around the idea that I may be interested in girls…Alright, maybe it is only one girl who I'm completely infatuated with but even when I think about her passionate, bright eyes, suffocating ambition, or her frustratingly long, toned, succulent…did I really just used that word? Uhm, as I was saying, when Rachel is running through my mind I feel. Yes, that's it. I actually feel when I'm next to her or think about her.
I may have felt like I've been in love before, with Puck, Finn, and Sam. I've even been sparking some emotion with Joe but it seems Rachel just creates a completely different reaction within my being. My soul is thrown around in such a way it feels like it's on fire.
This is why I'm writing, or attempting to write, a poem. There are obviously many forms of self-expression but to be honest I can't sing these feelings out. There's something so powerful about the use of human vocals that makes my feelings feel incredibly small. I've sung my heart out on many occasions but I want to be one hundred percent sure that these feelings are true. And maybe, just maybe, by expressing myself about Rachel Berry will only make each moment without her even more physically unbearable and I can't have that, especially when she'll be returning to New York in a few weeks. Rachel has come back to Lima for a bit to pack and finish last minute preparations I suppose.
It's hard to believe these are the last few weeks I'll be in the same town with all of these people who have shaped my life so much. Some of the seniors will be leaving early to get situated in their dorms and new lives, me and Rachel included, but I can't help not wanting to leave. Change is scary as hell, and while I'm accepting this change with open arms that doesn't mean I'm not afraid of what it'll bring. These 'feelings' are an example of abrupt change and I'm scared out of my mind. A few weeks ago I was kissing Puck on a bed in order to confirm suspicion of me being in love with him and now I'm up at four in the morning dreaming about Rachel Berry in my arms.
Speaking of, she wanted to meet me at the Lima Bean tomorrow. For what, I have no clue, but a small part of me wishes that she will confess her undying passion for me. It will probably just be another good bye and possibly us scheduling when we should meet up after we move out. I suppose I'll see tomorrow!
The girl of my dreams
How can I be without?
The girl of my thoughts
Who renders me lost
And turns me into a bundle of nerves on the spot
A/N 2: In case you were wondering I just randomly wrote the last part so it's not from a song or existing piece of work (I would presume)! I'd be a little scared if it was!