A/N: So this is probably really crappy. I mostly wrote it because I couldn't sleep and I really wanted to do something productive with my time.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I merely used Ryan Murphy's amazing characters to get me out of my writer's block.
The gentle spring breeze dances into the dark room, rustling the stack of papers she so carefully piled on his dresser. And as she hears the papers rustle, she waits.
Lying in her borrowed bed—a bed that belongs to him, but which he graciously gave to her when she had nowhere else to go—she nervously wrings the sheet in her hands, waiting.
And as she waits, she listens.
Listens for any sign that he is coming home that night. Listens for any sound that will tell her that he will creep into the room and his heartbeat will lull her to sleep. She breathes in deep, filling her lungs to their capacity with his scent, until it feels as though they are on fire.
She holds the breath for a beat, feeling as two tears trickle down each cheek.
Releasing the air, counting backwards in her head, she lets out a sob in the end, realizing that he isn't coming home tonight. Isn't coming home again. She turns on her side, facing the wall, burying her head in the pillow. She tries to forget the shame she feels over falling for... falling for him.
How could she have been so stupid?
Stupid to think that he would ever care for her. Stupid to think that he would want to be with her.
Those words he said to her in December were nothing but empty promises and she was a fool—is a fool—to believe them.
To think she thought that what he felt for her was love.
It wouldn't be the first time she was wrong.
And now, as sleep starts to weigh heavy on her eyes, she hears the door creak open.
She forgets all thoughts of sleep and rest and opens her eyes. Her pupils constrict as new light filters in to the empty room; strange shadows coming to life.
She stops breathing. Watching as a lone shadow enters the room, drawing eery shapes on the wall she's facing.
She suppresses the urge to squeak, feeling her stomach knot.
She feels as something sinks into the bed beside her. Weighing heavy on the bed.
She breathes in the (familiar) smell of chlorine and AXE body wash, raising an eyebrow, realizing that she was right.
She turns around and faces him, a smile creeping on his face.
He leans down and presses his lips to her temple and she can finally breathe easy.
At least tonight, she was wrong.