So. Damn. Talented. Chapter One
AN: Okay, so this started out as a song fic for the song "Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want." by The Smiths but quickly - and by quickly I mean by the first paragraph - turned into it's own thing.
Then, the idea came to me to make it a short mini fic, so there will be a few more chapters. No idea how many though. Enjoy!
Rachel knew she was a lucky girl. She was the beautiful young ingénue that everyone rooted for and she was the star of Glee Club. What more could she want? A lot, she thought.
Rachel always knew she was a little bit selfish. And she knew she was being selfish in this situation. She had a lot more than some people would ever get in their entire life; a chance to shine. She had become a cocky bitch because she was just so. Damn. Talented.
She could have been a good person. She had her shining moments - even now. But the frustration of being so damn talented while no one realized broke her. She wanted to be a good person. But she was incapable of it now; she was just a big - talented - bitch.
In her opinion, she never got what she wanted. She knew what she wanted. The spotlight on her while she belted a classic Broadway tune. Fans in utter silence, suppressed by her talent, until the very end when they burst into a never-ending applause.
And more than anything, she wanted that chestnut-haired, hazel-eyed jock.
She wanted to run her fingers through his soft clumps of mahogany hair. She wanted to look deep into his caramel eyes as he smiled his classic dopey grin. She wanted to brush her large lips against his soft, swollen pink ones. She wanted to hold his giant, calloused hands in her own. She wanted to wear his letterman jacket while he made her proud on the field. She wanted him. She wanted Finn Hudson.
But he didn't want her. He had Quinn Fabray; cheerleader Quinn Fabray. She was a perfect Barbie doll who would go on to be something big and glamorous. What would he want to do with Rachel? She was just an imperfect geek in the Glee Club, maybe getting the occasional small, Off-Broadway role. Rachel may have appeared confident, but she was really much less confident than she put on. Especially about things like that. Girls like Quinn Fabray didn't exactly put her at ease.
Finn didn't love her and he never would. Why did she dwell on the dopey jock? She knew she didn't have a chance. But yet still, she gripped onto even the littlest spark for dear life. Because it was there. There was a spark. And she would prove it, one day...