A/N: So.. This is my first fanfic. And I'm kinda Faberry crazy. SO, hope you guys like this and leave me your reviews.
I do not own GLEE. :( If I did, Faberry will be endgame.
The cold wind that gushed in through her windows gave her chills. The thought of Quinn skipping through her lawn and flipping into her room through the window in one smooth somersault made her smile. If ever Quinn managed to do such a stunt, then, Rachel believes that the cheerleader is deemed worthy of her self-proclaimed throne. That is why Finn deserved her. That is why the current quarterback, the star of any football match, deserved the head cheerleader but not vice versa. Quinn did not deserve someone as kind and sweet as Finn. But who exactly did Quinn deserve?
Rachel shook her head at the question. Instead, she asked herself more questions. Was Quinn truly happy now that she has reconciled with the star quarterback or was Quinn simply satisfied at the thought that she left her, Rachel berry, back to being alone? Is she contented with the way things are? Clearly, she should know that when two hearts joined, two other hearts gets broken and trashed into the dirt. Tomorrow, Rachel would have to confront her. Spotting the blonde was easy as every person in the student body parted like the red sea at the sight of the cheerleader. All Rachel had to do was to be in the middle of the hallway and soon, she'll meet with a pair of hazel eyes.
As expected, she met with those eyes and invisibly started her engine. Quinn smirked when she saw Rachel took a few steps towards her. She knew she would be up against the petite diva sooner or later. The cheerleader even made up possible scenarios that she might get herself into with the brunette. She had all the answers to whatever question Rachel might throw at her. So, seeing Rachel with such fire in her eyes didn't catch the cheerleader off-guard at all. Quinn walked to her locker and opened it, ensuring herself that the brunette will not make a scene that involves her love-life. It was beneath Rachel to do such a thing. Smirking again, she grabbed her economics textbook.
'Did it make you happy?' the petite girl screamed once she knew her face was inches away from Quinn's.
"Who do you think you are?" Quinn shouted above the chattering of the students who stopped in their tracks at the tone of Quinn's voice.
"Clearly, not Finn's!" Rachel rebutted.
The students in the hallway were now fully aware of the heated tension that had built up over in a matter of seconds. None tried to move, for they were scared that the diva would perform another one of her storm outs and the cheerleader hot in the diva's tracks, knocking down anyone who came in her way.
Quinn did not expect Rachel to behave this way, thought the small girl would just be overly dramatic about her break-up with Finn. She was appalled to find out that the diva blamed her for the break-up.
Angered, Quinn gripped her locker door and prayed to God that He would give her strength NOT to slam the other girl's face into her locker door. Instead, she asked one more time, this time with more anger and a lot less of the shouting "Who do you think you are, RuPaul?"
Caught up in her lashing, the diva took no hesitation to reply once more, directly into the Head Cheerleader's face; "CLEARLY, NOT FINN'S ANYMORE!"
Pissed, frustrated, irritated, upset – all these feelings fluttered on Quinn's chest. Oblivious to the fact that she started sweating, not exactly knowing the reason why, Quinn gave Rachel her icy stare in an attempt to remind the brunette that she was still at the top of the social ladder. Both girls glared at each other at such small distance between their bodies.
Hilariously, both of them did not want to break eye contact till Quinn muttered under her breath "Not mine either."
Her ears tingled and her stomach churned of unforeseen happiness. She wondered if she heard it right. She wondered if Quinn confessed that she wanted Rachel. All anger in her flushed out of her body and slowly, she had the urge to smile and nervously, she did.
Quinn, entranced, saw the twitch in Rachel's eyes and she snapped back to reality. The diva in front of her let a smile creep up her face and eventually, a nervous laugh was heard from the girl. Quinn tilted her head and softened her gaze on the brunette's eyes.
"Not yours, Quinn?" the question escaped her mouth before she even had time to process what Quinn had said fully.
Quinn pulled her head back and let her eyes wandered around the hallway. Everyone around was clearly listening to their conversation, their mouths' agape. Her eyes then darted back to the diva.
"… What?" Quinn questioned.
As if magically, the anger in the diva came back, filling her completely. "You heard me. Apparently, I'm not Finn's and not yours either but was I ever? Yours?" she snarled.
"Do you want me to be? Yours?" she smirked, knowing she hit a tender spot.
Quinn can't help but gulped. She had no answer, clever or not. No answer.
I know it's kind of a cliff hanger but I promise I have soo many twists planned for this fic. I might actually bring characters from other tv shows into this fic BUT this fic won't be a crossover.. The other tv characters are just gonna be guests.. Leave me your reviews and suggestions on who you'd like to 'guest star'! Thanks for reading.