I haven't written a fanfic in ages! However, after watching "Hold On To Sixteen" I got the hugest urge to write a Glee fic. I'm in love with Damian McGinty, and I was in a bit of a Dianna Agron-y mood, so BOOM, a story was born. The first chapter isn't much, but if you could review it, that'd be great. Thank you very much. (:
Chapter One - We Are Young:
Quinn smiled. Finally, the New Directions were back together. Most of the time, she pretended not to care about anything like that. She discovered that when she was carrying her heart on her sleeve, people liked to come and just yank it off whenever they felt it was necessary. From then on, she'd hardened; still soft, sentimental Quinn inside, but tougher, I-take-shit-from-nobody Quinn as her protective shell. Singing along with all of the New Directions however, she felt a part of something, and the stirrings of happiness and all those fuzzy feelings were drawing to the surface. Looking around at her friends, (yes, she was allowed to call them "friends" now – they'd been through enough together) she grinned. Finn was stood on the step to her right and he gave her a wide smile as they sang. Rory, the cute Irish exchange student, was to her left, dancing with Brittany, looking like he was having the time of his life. He reached his hands down for her to take, pulling her next to him and doing a silly dance. Quinn giggled, Rory was such a sweet guy; no hidden agenda, slightly odd, more than a little bit awkward, incredibly dorky, and nice to everyone he spoke to. His azure eyes sparkled in the lights shining from above the stage, a few inches higher than her own pale green ones. He let go of her hands and continued dancing with Brittany, who was performing some dance moves that only she could pull off. Quinn looked at Sam in his beanie, who caught her eye and gave her a small smile (well, as small as his admittedly large mouth would allow) which she returned. He turned to Mercedes and sang to her, their voices merging into one. Finn was stomping his feet awkwardly to her right, Rachel was singing with Santana, Mike and Tina were dancing together, spinning Artie in his wheelchair; everyone was having a good time – even Santana. When the song ended and Mr Schuester came onstage, everyone cheered and fell about laughing. Corny as it may sound, Glee Club was where Quinn belonged. It was where everyone could belong.
Reviews are very much appreciated, and I promise the story will get more interesting as it progresses.
