Cherry Chapstick
Introduction: When Santana holds a large party for the Glee-clubbers at her house to celebrate being 12th place in Nationals, a wild game of Spin the Bottle occurs and Finn can't help doubting if Rachel really is the "right girl" for him….. GO FUINN! :D
QuinnPov
I glared at my pink four-poster bed, which was strewn with flowing piles of dresses, blouses, cardigans, jeans, and tee shirts all rejected by me. How in the world could I not find a single garment of clothing that would suit me in Santana's Wild West cowgirl themed party? How? I, Quinn Fabray, the most popular girl in William McKinley High School cannot even find a suitable outfit that would make people gasp with shock and most importantly, win back Finn's heart? Impossible. Absolutely impossible. I growled. Finn dumped me for manhands Rachel Berry almost 2 weeks ago, and somehow, I still couldn't handle it. Stop mourning, Quinn. And stop thinking about that disastrous duet you performed with him only a few days ago. My conscience commanded me. Instead of crying, maybe you should do something like finding a hot outfit to win back him. I scolded myself. With renewed energy, I got up, and rummaged through my wardrobe.
~An hour later~
I was completely transformed. I had found the perfect outfit. I wore a tiny ruffled hot pink tank top, (Miss Sixty) with a white see-through peasant blouse. A denim miniskirt (True Religion) encircled my waist, and I sported a pair of suede high-heeled cork wedges. (Michael Kors) My new hairstyle was curled to perfection, so that my hair loosely framed my face. I added a layer of cherry chapstick to my lips, applied some Falsies Maybelline mascara, put on some rosy pink M.A.C. eyeshadow, and gave my hair one last toss for luck. I was ready to go.
FinnPov
"You're going to Santana's bash wearing that?" I could hear the disbelief and disgust in Kurt's voice as he chided me into wearing something more "fashionable". I grabbed a bag of cheetos, stuffed two in my mouth, and increased the volume of the TV. Ha, Kurt. Take that.
"So, you're just going to shun me like that? You know Santana freaks when she invites someone to her party and doesn't come in dress code."
"Leave me alooooone."
"I will not leave you alone if insist on dressing like a hobo."
Offended, I stared at my appearance. Was it really that bad? A plain gray tee shirt with orange cheeto stains, and my superman boxers. Nah, it wasn't great, but it was not horrible. Kurt exaggerates so much. "What's wrong with this? Besides, these boxers are vintage." I replied haughtily. "Is that so? So, you wouldn't mind Rachel seeing you in this outfit? What about Quinn? Would you care if she saw you like that?" A devious smile stretched across Kurt's face. I groaned, remembering the incident that had happened at the last Glee club meeting.
~Flashback~
"All riggght, guys! 12th place at Nationals, good job everyone. Today just for fun, we're going to do assigned duets, so, I'm just going to randomly pick out two names from this basket, and pick out a song from this hat. When you get your partner, go practice with each other for 10 minutes. The winners gets a free frozen yogurt coupon each." Mr. Schue instructed, with a proud grin on his face. Rachel squeezed my hand, and I forced a smile on my face. Mr. Schue placed his hand inside the hat, and grabbed a piece of paper. He then took another piece, and he read them aloud. "Sam and Mercedes, singing "Every time we touch" by Cascada. Both of them blushed, and they went to a corner, muttering the lyrics to each other. "Lauren and Artie, singing "Airplanes" by Hailey and B.O.B. "Santana and Brittany, singing "Crazier" by Taylor Swift. Finn and Quinn, singing Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis." The room went quiet. Rachel's jaw dropped to the floor. Quinn, who was doodling in her notebook, dropped the pencil she was using, her mouth forming a perfect pink O. "Mr. Schue that's not fair-I do not want my boyfriend singing to her, who knows what she'll do to try to take him away from me." Rachel blurted. Quinn glowered at her, and she fell silent. A wave of hysteria washed through me. "Finn?" Quinn said tentatively. I smiled back at her. "Umm… Should we start?" She huddled a little closer to me, so that we could look at the lyrics together. I could smell the Herbal Essences Rose and Honeysuckle shampoo that she usually used. I scooted a little closer to her, blatantly ignoring the ferocious glares Rachel projected at the back of our heads. I simply didn't care. At that moment, all I cared about was the girl who was sitting next to me. I studied the lyrics one more time, until the timer on Mr. Schue's iPhone beeped, signaling that 10 minutes were over. "Okay! How about Quinn and Finn go first?" We awkwardly went to the front of the class, and everyone quieted down to listen to us, their faces eager with anticipation to see what we would sing like. Rachel's frown deepened even more as we started our song.
Closed off from love, I didn't mean a thing, (Quinn)
Once or twice was enough but it was all in vain. (Finn)
Time starts to pass and before we know it we're frozen, (Together)
Oooh yeah (Quinn)
But I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you, they try to pull me away, but they don't know the truth, my heart cripples by the veins, but I keep on holding, (Together)
You cut me open and I, keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love. (Quinn)
Keep bleeding and keep keep bleeding love, (Finn)
You cut me open and I- (Quinn)
Right there, in the middle of the song, I accidentally slipped on the microphone chord, and my mouth crash-landed on Quinn's. I could hear Rachel gasping, but I didn't care, I could taste the familiar cherry chapstick on Quinn's lips, and it was intoxicating. I didn't want to stop. But I had to. Slowly, I removed my lips from hers, and tried not to look in her questioning sea-green eyes. What the fuck did I just do?
I cursed myself loudly, and ran out of the room.
~End of Flashback~
"So now are you going to dress up, or what?" Kurt's teasing voice asked.
I groaned.
Soooo… Is this good? Should I continue this or Malteser Orbs? I am a sucker for reviews. ;)