She catches your eye as you lower your hand.
Why does she look?
Why does she probe things she won't understand?
The dark hair a curtain falling as she turns away,
There's nothing you can do,
Nothing she will ever believe you could say.
You turn now too and instantly feel a different stare,
It bubbles and ripples;
It's riling you up as you continue pretending not to care.
"What are you doing Quinn? You're being really mean!
She's acting great about this."
He's looking at you as though you're four, not sixteen.
Clenching your jaw you shoot him a look,
But it's not like he was to know,
This triangle wasn't playing by the book.
"I think I know how I should be acting Finn."
You reply,
You know how to act but you keep it within.
And once more your eyes fall and graze with dark brown,
Before falling ashamed,
Falling to rest with your heart on the ground.
That sinking feeling, hopelessness caving,
You think,
Is one more heart closed a heart worth saving?
The shrill calling of an hours end buzzes in your head,
You look at him,
Does he know you'd rather be with her instead?
Of course not, no one could, you know that he didn't.
The secret was a secret
And it was a secret Quinn Fabray would keep well hidden.
A lopsided grin and a strong pronounced chest.
This wasn't what she wanted.
But what she wanted was against god and god knew best.