Very short but I hope you like it! :)
It was a cold, windy day in Lima, and 25 year old Quinn Fabray woke to the sound of Blaine snoring softly next to her. There had always been something... different... about him. He wasn't like all the other guys she had dated. He was more a best friend than a boyfriend. She gently climbed out of bed, trying not to wake the trainee lawyer, and slipped into her Lima Bean uniform. Blaine stirred, rubbing his eyes and squinting as she pulled the curtains open.
"Morning sleepyhead." she smiled softly, kissing his forehead gently as she left their bedroom. Their home was a small, 2-bedroomed house in the middle of the town, barely a 5 minute drive from where they both worked. As she filled the kettle, she heard the hum of the shower, shivering slightly and pulling her cardigan closer around her small frame. Barely 10 minutes later, Blaine jumped down the steep stairs, kissed his girlfriend on the side of her neck and took the coffee she'd made him. Taking a swig, he sat down at the wonky old table and smiled.
"What time are we going out tonight?" he asked.
"We're going out?" she questioned, clutching the warm mug.
"Yep. We're going to get hammered." he grinned.
"Thanks for the notice, I'll have the paracetemol ready." she smirked. He laughed heartily, downing the remainder of the coffee and putting his cup in the sink. She recognized this as her cue to do the same. Blaine and Quinn's relationship was a routine, a scripted show. Sure they had their spontaneous moments, but the main bulk was the same story every day. Get up. Coffee. Car. Work. Home. Dinner. TV. Bed. They loved each other, but they weren't IN love with each other, but neither dared to admit that. Ending it had crossed both their minds, but why would they? They had zero reason to. They were happy, never argued, didn't get in each others way and were still able to share a bed. But something, something wasn't right. And what it was neither knew. So as Blaine rubbed his hands together and started the old car up, and Quinn applied red lipstick in the passenger seat, they subdued themselves to a life of unsatisfaction. But a safe and secure life at that.
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Sam Evans sat up in bed, glancing down at the busty blonde beside him. He couldn't for the life of him remember her name. Mary? No. Maisie? No. Mia? That was it! Mia. He sighed, getting out of bed and throwing on a business suit. He'd wake her later, he decided, leaving the bedroom and walking into the kitchen of his large apartment. He made himself a coffee, and read over a few business propositions that had been put to him the day before. No. No. No. He flung the sheets into the recycling bin beside him as the blonde entered the kitchen in a skimpy silver dress. She swung out of a half full bottle of vodka.
"C'mon I'm late." sighed Sam, snatching the black coat on the leather sofa. She rolled her eyes and walked out. He grabbed his briefcase, quickly leaving and slamming the door behind. Mia was nowhere to be seen. He didn't remember half of what had happened the night before, and if he was honest with himself, he didn't want to remember. He jumped into the BMW and took off, well over the speed limit. He saw the car in front of his, the old rusty red one that belonged to Blaine Anderson and Quinn Fabray. He hated Anderson, simply because Quinn loved him. He could see their heads, Blaine laughing and Quinn swatting his with the papers in her hand. They were so horribly perfect. And he always managed to get stuck behind them every morning. Quinn Fabray was the woman for him, he just knew it. He was besotted with everything about her, from her musical laugh to her long blonde hair that she always had clipped up, to those beautiful hazel green eyes that were always framed with thick black eyelashes. He was convinced she would look beautiful in everything, she even made that disgusting Lima Bean uniform look good. But all he was to her was just "Good morning Mr Evans, a skinny latté to go yeah?"
And it didn't look like that was going to change any time soon.
Review maybe? I'd love that! :)
