Disclaimer: I don't own Glee nor do I own any of the characters.
This is the first fanfic that I've ever posted. Sorry if it's not good but I promised my friend that I would upload it for her. Enjoy!
I posted this story a few days ago and accidentally deleted it while trying to delete a different story. So here I am reposting.
They were over.
They were over.
They were over.
She cheated.
She cheated after she knew how screwed up he was after what had happened with Quinn.
He tells himself he hates her.
So why can't he look away right now? Why can't he not care?
He sees how Santana spat out another insult about her animal sweaters from the other side of the hall while hiding his face behind his locker. He sees her effortlessly laugh like the bitch she was while strolling away and how Rachel just puts her head down. He wants so badly to just go over and hold her in his arms and tell her how much he loves those sweaters.
When she slammed her locker shut and turned he noticed it was the poodle sweater. He smiled 'cause you know it was so Rachel and it's what made her adorable. How could you make fun of that?
Then he noticed her looking as she started walking towards her next class and he snapped out of his daze. He quickly closed his locker aswell and went in the opposite direction.
What was he saying? She cheated, remember? She deserved the hurtful insults, right?
It happens again at Glee rehearsals. Except this time it was over her song suggestions.
Something about how they were too old or lame or whatever. He tries to tune out Santana's obnoxious voice as much as he can so he's not one hundred percent sure.
It was so easy for him to say he hates Rachel and to say karma's a bitch when he's not around her.
But then she puts her head down again and he swears he sees a tear roll down her cheek from behind the hair that had fallen in front of her face.
Just his luck. He couldn't ignore that.
Damn it. He can't believe he's about to do this.
"Back off, Santana! I don't see you suggesting anything and I actually like Rachel's idea."
The room goes into an awkward silence after his outburst and he sees from the corner of his eye, Rachel's head whip towards him.
He turns and sees Santana's signature scowl and eye roll.
He scoffs.
Not like he wasn't expecting it.
Mr. Schue clears his throat and tells everyone to focus again then goes on another rant about how great Vocal Adrenaline is and how we have to be serious about this shit. Yada, yada. He's heard it all before.
While pretending to listening he looked slightly to his left at Rachel.
And she was... smiling? Her eyes were a little red and she still had that sorrow look but she was smiling at him.
He couldn't help it. One side of his mouth shaped upward into one of his half grins and he nodded a little.
They stayed like that for a few seconds and his stomach was flip flopping like crazy.
Maybe he didn't hate her?
No, he didn't hate her at all. He loved her.
Time, he thought. All he needed was time.