~The Eyes of an Angel~
~A Faberry Story~

~Chapter One: First written words~

I fell in love with Quinn. I find it to be the craziest thing i have committed. She is breaks my heart without even trying. But she doesn't know. Not of my passion, and not of my love.

Santana threatens me everyday about it. Though i do not care if she knows. It wont change anything. So i say go ahead, ruin me. I am already ruined enough.

The sad part that i hate to tell is, the love comes between each little interaction.
The small curious glances she shoots my way. Like she wants to know me but instead she keeps walking.
In Glee, i watch her sing songs to Finn.

The passion flow through her and i can just feel the energy of her heart burning with want.
Even if it isn't for me. I feel it more than Finn. His eyes are always dull, and his smile is slanted in a careless way. I don't know if my eyes betray me but i know for sure he doesn't love her like i do.

We have never spoken to each other through the years. Even when we were paired up in classes. Somehow we could work together without a word. We would know what each other wanted by each others eyes. I found it fascinating. I felt tied to her.

Now today she still holds hands with Finn down the hallways as everyone stares their way.
Finn still looks tortured. How can you be so miserable when you have the most caring and beautiful girl in the world? I guess he doesn't realize what he has. Oh how i would kill to be in his place. To feel Quinn love me every single day. To have her sing to me and light my soul on fire.
Damn he doesn't know how much luck he was born with.

I want to hold her hand. To kiss her and tell her she is the most brilliant girl i know. I sigh deeply i am overwhelmed of how much i want us to happen.

So i walk the other way. I walk away from her. I wish i could save her. But its difficult if she doesn't even know she needs to be saved. It hurts me to see her love someone that doesn't love her back. Somehow it makes her believe he does. I can't say a thing about it. I can only feel it.

Its like this everyday i see them everywhere together. The hallways, in class, and occasionally at public places. I cant get away from my source of misery and heartbreak.

I head off to Chemistry class in sit down in my assigned seat. The empty spot beside me is Quinn's.
I wait for her to come take her place. She walks in with a bright glow and makes her way beside me. As she sits down she looks right at me.

'Hi' her hazel eyes say.
'Hello' my eyes reply.

She smiles and gets out a pen and paper. She starts writing something i cant see. My heart beats a beat faster because i feel that its just for me. After a quick moment, she slowly slides the paper over to my side of the table. I look down to see her written words.

'How was your day?'

I look at her to shrug my shoulders. She just holds out the pen to me. I slightly touch her hand when i grab it. I start to write back to her.

'It was the same as every other day.'

I slide everything back to her.
She automatically writes back and passes it back to me.

'And how is everyday for you?'
I respond 'just plain'

After she reads it the bell rings to start class. I smile to myself, it makes me happy that we have formed another way to communicate. I know that it will powerful when we actually exchange words with our voices. To hear her speak to me will be the most intimate moment for me.

My days aren't just plain. That's somewhat of a lie, they aren't plain when i get to see Quinn without Finn. Sometimes she seems happier without him but i think that is just my imagination dreaming.

'We have that in common' she writes back.

I take it and see a smiley face drawn at the end. That smile is directly for me.

'How can your life be plain?'
'What do you mean?'
'Well at first i was going to say you have it all. But then again i don't know. I don't want to act like i do.'
'You really think things out don't you?'
'I really do attempt to.'
'Well if you want to. I want us to get to know each other. I'm curious.'

I think about the curious glances from her over the years and i nod.

'I am curious too'
'So to start of with, we can tell each other one fact about ourselves for each day.'
'Ok my favorite color is Grey'
'My favorite color is blue'
'Blue skies with Grey clouds'
'So you're a poet that would explain a lot.'
'I do write poems but i have never named myself a poet.'
'You have the eyes of one'

Before i realize it class is over and Quinn leaves the note for me to keep. And she smiles at me a last time before leaving. I smile back. I could have written anything to her. But the only thing I wanted to say to her that she had the eyes of an angel.