DISCLAIMER: Glee? Not mine. If it were mine gleeks wouldn't have to wait so much to finish watching a season. Also, the name of the fic, along with the names of the chapter are from Common Reaction by Uh Huh Her
A/N: Important . This fic is set after Ballad and before Hairography.
And very, very , important, thanks to Emily -my beta- . Love, you rock
Prologue :Hey, love. Your face is full of lies.
She is beautiful.
It freezes him still. The thought, the truth, it sinks deep in him.
It's his fault, Kurt reproaches himself, for having a heart like this. So open, so empty, that people and emotions can and do enter as they please.
He should go. He should go now. She hasn't noticed him, yet, and the door remains open.
He doesn't move, though. He shudders a bit, yes, and he looks down at the floor, but he doesn't take a single step away from Quinn Fabray.
He tries to tell himself that he is safe now, from her, from her image. But the old wooden floor changes nothing.
He can see her, in his mind, sat alone on an old bench, absent minded and surrounded by boxes and spider webs.
He despises the image. She doesn't belong there.
And she is not supposed to look like that, either. From the way her hair is and the look in her eyes, everything is wrong and fucked up.
She's meant to be a cheerio. To have her hair strictly tied up, wear the white and red uniform and look at the world with a superior gaze.
She needs to leave the utility room, out to the hall, to be stared at in amazement, feared and envied.
She needs to be a cheerio again. He needs her to be a cheerio again.
He needs to see her in the uniform, to see her look just like another bunch of girls. So identical in their words and movement, so locked, so lost, in a high school label that he cannot think about her as a human being.
Not that he ever thought of her like a simple person.
The first time he met her, she looked like a goodness, a Greek one. Beautiful, untouchable, powerful and unfair.
But in some point, everything had gone horribly wrong. It seemed just like, it tasted just like yesterday, that he wished he was like her, that he washer.
And now he looks at her, out of her uniform, wearing her own clothes, letting her hair down. He sees her breathe and hurt. He sees her being fully her, fully human, moving as if dragged by her own choices and mistakes.
And he can't help but wonder when the world become like this.
He should go now. Leave her alone, save her the embarrassment of being found out by someone like him.
He should go and it doesn't matter how many times he repeats it, he still doesn't move.
And when, after several seconds of staring at the floor, he looks up and her eyes meet his, he knows he could never run away from that unprotected and scared child.
What he does not know, yet still somehow does, is how much this will take out off him.
A/N: Thoughts? Comments are love. Show me some love ;)
Also, this is the prologue, there are other three chapters left. Much love,