Chapter 1: Heart Hurts
A.N. I know, I shouldn't be starting another story we I barely update the ones I have but, I really needed to write this. It's a Soul mate AU (or my version of a soul mate au) that would not get out of my head. Okay, it's Quinntana, because duh. And probably gonna be a lil angsty. Not much because I don't know how to do that. Slow burn, though. Also the songs that I will list before every chapter, I highly recommend you listen to.
Song(s): Oceandust by Hands Like Houses and Heart Hurts by Hot Chelle Rae
O O O
It starts with a tattoo. On your 18th birthday.
Everyone's is different. All are simple, though. Each a first, middle and last name.
She's seen some show up in odd places. Her mother's is on her lower back and her father's is on his left ankle.
She's not sure how it works exactly but her mom told it has something to do with the god of love, Eros, and how one day he saw a little old lady sleeping by herself. She had fallen in and out of love time an time again. Until she died one day of a broken heart.
Eros witnessed this all and vowed to keep the innocent safe of this sick fate. His solution, give everyone a soul mate.
In theory, everyone's soul originally has 4 arms and 4 legs. Eros split them in half and separated them, only for them to reconnect later in life.
Buy there was one thing Eros hadn't thought of. What if you thought your soul mate was wrong?
O O O
She panicked when she saw a name that shouldn't have been there. A name that she was absolutely repulsed by. The tattoo was smack dab in the middle of her chest. Above and slightly in between her breasts. The font was meticulous and intricate. Just like her supposed soul mate.
After a second of trying to scrub the cruel joke on her chest off, she sighed. Luckily her cheerios uniform covered it. It was about the only thing that it did actually cover.
Knowing she was going to be late she scrambled down the stairs. She's not surprised to see a lonely 'Happy Birthday' card sitting on the coffee table.
Happy 18th Birthday, mija. Love, Mami and Papi.
Santana chuckled, her parents were never home. So why would she think they'd be here to greet her on her birthday in person.
Walking out of her home, she saw the owner of the name on her chest across the street and she scowled. The unsuspecting girl got in to her little red bug and drove off, none the wiser.
That's when it hit, Santana.
How the hell was she going to tell her girlfriend, Brittany?
O O O
Quinn Fabray was having the worst day ever. She woke up with a horrible headache and no 'good morning' text. Then she remembered why.
Her girlfriend or now ex girlfriend, now, Rachel had broken up with her. Her explanation was simple. Quinn wasn't her soul mate. Noah Puckerman was.
Quinn immediately crumbled in on herself upon the news. She thought Rachel was hers and only hers.
She cried herself to sleep, only to wake with an aching head and no coffee.
But Quinn was a Fabray. And Fabrays show no emotion and don't expose their feelings when things aren't going there way.
So that's what she did; and she would make Rachel and Noah pay.
O O O
Santana rushed to her locker as soon as she made it through the front doors of her high school.
She smiles when she sees the ugly piece of metal covered in party supplies and swirly letters spelling out 'Happy 18th' with a kiss mark as signature. She opens it and a slightly crushes rose with a note attached falls to her feet. She picked it up and read it.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Happy 18th, Sanny
I love you, Britt
Santana was 95 percent sure that her girlfriend didn't write that on her own. Though, it was the thought that counted.
Brittany S. Pierce was an simple yet complex specimen. You often couldn't speak to her in long tangents and god forbid you use confusing words. Brittany didn't know a lot of things, but if it was one thing she did know it was people. She just got them. Like how she just got dancing. And boy, could the tall blonde dance. She moved gracefully and with an elegance only she herself could possess. And for Santana, well she loved her with her whole being.
Santana is snapped out of her day dream, by the pink rimmed mirror aimed at her chest in her locker. She can't see it but she knows it's there. She knows it doesn't say: Brittany Susan Peirce. No, instead it said: Lucy Quinn Fabray.
In anger, Santana slams her locker shut and fiercely struts down the hallway to her 1st period. Smirking when the sheep of William McKinley High School scurry way in fear.
O O O
Quinn launched herself into the trophy decorated office with thinly vailed rage. On the way to the office, she ran into an overly enthusiastic Rachel Berry. It was horribly awkward. She walked away especially quick when the short girl tried to apologize. Again.
Sue looked up through her lashes at the fuming girl. She chuckled, harshly.
"How may I help you?" Sue asked as she leant back in her desk chair. Quinn sniffed.
"I need to rejoin the cheerios." She explained quickly. Sue smirked.
"I knew you'd be back, Barbie." The track suited lady stood and grabbed a uniform from a hidden closet. She presented it to Quinn without much fanfare and a wry "Now, get out of my office."
Quinn stood there slacked jawed.
"That's it? Bo questions? No catch?" She asked baffled. Sue smirked.
"Why would there be any of that?"
"Because you're Sue Sylvester. There's always something." Quinn sputtered.
"Okay, fair enough. I want you to take down the Glee club." Sue stopped and waited for a reaction.
Quinn's first reaction is she can't. Rachel is in the Glee. Then she thinks on it some more. Rachel is in glee and so is Puck. She took a look down at the polyester uniform in her hands and smirks evilly.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Yeah, okay. I'll do it."
"Alright. Great doing business with you, Q. Oh, and Happy Birthday."
Quinn looked at her weird.
"My birthdays not for another two weeks."
"I know I just won't be here then, so I'm telling you now."
"Okay, thanks, coach.
"No, thank you." Quinn looked back at her coach and a cold chill ran through her spine. That lady was terrifying.
O O O
Brittany finally caught her at lunch after she sat down at the cheerios lunch table.
"Hi, Sanny. Did you see my surprise?" Brittany asked with enthusiasm.
"Of course I did Britt Britt. And I totally loved it. " Santana answered somewhat cheerily back.
"Great. You wanna know your next present?" Santana shrugged. Britt leant over and whispered in her ear.
"Sweet lady kisses."
Santana's heard that after you find out who your soul mate is, sex isn't as good without them.
That night Santana finds out its true.
Somehow she manages not to sweat off the makeup she covered the tattoo with and Brittany never asked.
She's so terribly lucky, and she knows it.
O O O
Quinn threw her cheerios uniform on the couch and plots down next to it, with her absent mother's bottle of vodka.
Quinn's heard that after a partner finds their soul mate they completely ditch that other partner.
That night Quinn finds out it's true.
Somehow she managed to drag her completely wasted as up the stairs and into her before passing out.
She's so terribly unlucky, and she knows it.
A.N. Review? Follow? All mistakes are mine.