I'm completley guilty of loving Quill? Wuinn? Schuebray? either way i just love how cute matt and dianna look, and they are just adorable, so i decided to write a fanfic. i do not own glee (nor do i own matthew much to my dismay). Hopefully you all enjoy this and i'll probably add chapters if people like it enough! So yeah! hope you enjoy it 3
Intelligent. Levelheaded. A little on the blunt side but grounded nonetheless. Quinn fabray had always thought of herself this way, the description now needed to be wiped from existence. She seemed distant, no words had parted her lips as of yet, the rest of the glee club had noticed but chose to ignore, after all if she wanted to speak she could. Finn and her weren't exactly on good terms since finding out about her affair with puck so he really didn't care if she was upset or not, to be honest he was more interested in getting into Rachel's pants. That was what Quinn had observed in her quiet thinking time. That and something else that was dominating her mind.
Curly hair, beautiful green eyes, that distinguishing crooked smile that sent shivers down her spine. William Shuester, or Mr schue as he was traditionally known, she couldn't force herself to address him in that way though, not after the thoughts she'd been having about him, steamy ones. Every time he spoke the hairs on her arms stood on end and her brain felt like it was going to explode, he was currently stood in front of the glee club, giving one of his inspirational talks, well that was what Quinn had fathomed, she hadn't really been listening, her eyes were set on his lips, wishing for hers to be aggressively pressed against them. Imagining the electricity that could happen between them made her heart race, she imagined running her fingers through his sexy hair, kissing and biting his neck, unbuttoning that tweed waistcoat he often wore, exposing his body and pressing it against hers, all of a sudden she felt hot, her cheeks beginning to turn with with embarrassment and lust. She could almost hear him screaming her name "Quinn.." "Quinn..." "Quinn..."
"FABRAY!" Puck shouted, standing in front of the blonde, his arrogant expression in place.
"we're running through the song, weren't you listening, god, is there any point to you being in the glee club?" he snarled throwing the piece of sheet music in her direction, his snarky tone clearly evident, pissing Quinn off a little, yet she let it slide. That was until she looked over at Mr schue, one eyebrow arched, a cute smile on his face.
"is something wrong Quinn?" he soothed, clearly concerned about her recent distant behavior, she'd been out of it a lot for the past couple of weeks and he was beginning to get worried, she was usually more excited than this, maybe not as enthused as the others but she liked to participate, he couldn't help but feel slightly sad for her recent upset. Little did he know.
Quinn's eyes darted back and forth, from Will to Puck, Puck to Will. How she wished it could have been the curly haired, sweet man that she had betrayed Finn with, she knew in her heart he wouldn't have treated her the way Puck had. She couldn't even bare to look at the jerk for more than a few seconds, he seemed fine with everything that had happened, still had his friends, his dignity. What did she have, nothing! nothing at all, not anymore.
"yes" she blurted, tears forming in her once gleaming eyes.
"i mean, no"
"i mean, i don't know-" she cut herself off, jumped out of her seat and dropped the sheet music to the ground, rushing out of the room before anybody could stop her.
Will frowned, concerned and confused he looked toward Puck who was smirking, he seemed pleased that Quinn was upset. Finn on the other hand looked guilty, he still had feelings for the blonde which annoyed Rachel, evident in the angry expression she was throwing at Finn. Will pouted his lips, wondering whether to follow Quinn and see what was wrong, nobody else seemed to be considering her feelings and he felt bad, he was her teacher after all, he was there if she needed him.
"OK guys" he started, clapping his hands together enthusiastically "practice the song, Rachel you're the lead, but i suppose you already knew that" he quipped, a joking tone with a smile "I'll be right back"
Before the glee kids could object their teacher had already rushed out of the classroom, why was he so determined in catching her? Should he really be that concerned about her feelings? After all, he was just her teacher.