Due to a request. Enjoy. :)
You wake up that night. That night when you weren't just fucking. You refuse to believe it. She didn't feel that way, did she? This was Quinn Fabray. She just.. didn't.
Right?
But your eyes flutter open, you shift under the blankets you'd barely managed to throw on after she collapsed beside you, and you feel the heat of her body, so close to yours. Your breath catches for a moment, before you turn, and you see her.
Truly see her.
You see her in her most peaceful, innocent, vulnerable state. She breathed as if the weight of the world lays on anyone's shoulder but her own. The worried furrow of her brow isn't there. The ever-present frown doesn't grace her lips.
She was gorgeous.
She knew that. Everyone knew that. But she was more. So much more. She was everything you needed.
"I love you," you say quietly for the first time in a long while, to anyone.
You smile lightly and you kiss her face, before turning back around, an involuntary grin forming on your face.
Just before you drift off again, you feel her arm around your waist. Strong, protective.
"I love you too."