Disclaimer:: Glee is not mine.
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6 Unrequited Oneshots
Pairing: Quinn/Kurt
Theme: Perfection
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Quinn is Quinn Fabray. She's beautiful. Her hair is blonde, perfectly blonde with streaks of brown that just bring out the stunning blondness of the rest of her golden locks. Her eyes are round, and striking, and when they turn their harsh brown glare on anyone, that person stops immediately and is left to quiver in fear and bask in the radiance. Her figure is slim, and it's naturally so. She's not the anorexic type, and she's gorgeous.
Quinn is Quinn Fabray. She's who other girls want to be, and who they simultaneously fear. She's the head cheerleader. She is at the top of the social food chain. She is everything when it comes to popularity. She's also the HBIC of William McKinley High School. She had a rough patch, but people know better than to bring that up – because she won't hesitate to tear in in self-defense.
Quinn is Quinn Fabray. She's an angel. When she sings, her voice is perfect. It's smooth, and it's breathtaking. She's Christian – devoutly Christian. If anyone were to look up "angelic" in the dictionary, there would be no definition, and only contact information for Quinn Fabray. Because anyone who speaks to her is shocked by how entirely good she is.
Quinn is Quinn Fabray. She's who boys want to call their own. They fall over themselves for her. She's stunning, she's popular, and she's actually sort of saintly, as long as they're on her good side. Quinn could charm every male at WMHS with her dazzling smile alone, twice over. They would do anything to get close to her, and she's well aware of that. If she were ever to be a turner, it would be because she would woo a gay man to the straight side.
Quinn is Quinn Fabray. She's supposed to be the object of affections; she's not to have them. She's supposed to be pined over; she's not to do the pining. She's supposed to be loved and adored by all, but return sincere emotions to no one; she's not supposed to fall head over heels for anyone, nor is she to let it show.
But even Quinn Fabray isn't perfect. Even Quinn Fabray can't help it when someone like him is involved.
Quinn is Quinn Fabray. She's lovely, and he tells her as much. He tells her she's lovely when he's braiding her hair; he tells her she's lovely when he's helping her to select complimenting eye makeup; he tells her she's lovely when he takes her shopping and shamelessly admires her slender frame. But he doesn't say lovely in the way that she's desperate to hear him do so; he doesn't say lovely like he's attracted to it.
Quinn is Quinn Fabray. She's the personification of a high-school dream girl, and he tells her as much. He tells her she's the personification of a high-school dream girl when he's on her arm (even if she likes to pretend she's on his) and people part to let them pass in the hallways; he tells her she's the personification of a high-school dream girl when she's getting her way through intimidation, and commends her for it; he tells her she's the personification of a high-school dream girl when she brushes off people's comments about her pregnancy icily, and proceeds to let her bitchiness roam free. But he doesn't say personification of a high-school dream girl in the way that she craves to hear him do so; he doesn't say personification of a high-school dream girl like she's his dream girl.
Quinn is Quinn Fabray. She's desirably pure, and he tells her as much. He tells her she's desirably pure after Glee rehearsals when she's had a beautiful (albeit, religious) solo; he tells her she's desirably pure as the cross around her neck lays against her throat delicately while she rests her head in his lap; he tells her she's desirably pure when she mentions wanting to reform the now-disbanded Celibacy Club. But he doesn't say desirably pure in the way that she prays every night to hear him do so; he doesn't say desirably pure like he means it.
Quinn is Quinn Fabray. She's who everyone wants, and he tells her as much. He tells her everyone wants her as boys offer to do favors for her at the drop of a hat; he tells her everyone wants her when the admiring gazes follow her backside shamelessly while she and he strut down the hallway; he tells her everyone wants her when he sees her scare a jock away from him with the most dangerous of smiles. But he doesn't say everyone wants her in the way that actually matters to her; he doesn't say everyone wants her like he's counting himself in "everyone."
Quinn is Quinn Fabray. She's frigid and cruel, and he tells her as much. He tells her she's frigid and cruel as he sees her smile at Sam falsely, her expressive eyes revealing the subdued fatigue she's feeling as she rejects his invitation on a date; he tells her she's frigid and cruel as he notes that some boy or other's been staring at her longingly for years, and that she has yet to actually reject him instead of letting him fantasize; he tells her she's frigid and cruel as she pulls away from him, her heart breaking as he stares at her with a soft, sad expression. But he doesn't say frigid and cruel in the way that she needs for him to; he doesn't say frigid and cruel like he hates her, even though it would make things so much easier.
But even Quinn Fabray doesn't get everything she wants. Even Quinn Fabray can't win Kurt Hummel's heart, through impulsive kisses of pent-up passion or otherwise.