He'd walk down the corridor and for no reason slip his arm around her shoulders, enveloping her with that goofy, comforting smile, stamping his territory, showing the world.
She'd lean against his locker absentmindedly when he wasn't there, he'd slip little notes into hers so she had to fish between the mounds of books, seeking for the hidden message.
He'd tug her hair and complain it looked better the way it always did when she tried something new, she would ruffle his, half angry in return.
And when they fought, the sky would run and hide away, taking the sun and stars so that no light shone bright, plunging them into a world of blank darkness, where words reeled from their salty lips, harsh and bright.
Then the soft kiss, a gentle caress of night would enfold them back together, as they lay in separate beds, separate rooms, houses, worlds, secretly dying for the bite of light and the dawn of tomorrow where a slow gentle hug and words unsaid mended the fended hearts of yesterday.
Sitting at the back of class they would snake their arms towards each other, link hands underneath their separate desks, tracing messages into each other's palms.
Quinn Fabray saw their story unfold before her, and she wished she could still be the girl, laughing into his shoulder, smiling into his night.
So I don't quite know what to do with this now...
I thought it could stand alone, but hmmm
It would be lovely to hear what you think :)