A/N: I know this is no tmuch of a story much ramblings but I am going to do backstory before going into present day events. Just stick with me.
I am not prefect. My voice maybe perfect and my pitch maybe perfect. But I as a person am not perfect. In fact not many people like me. Usually I am ok with that. I have to be its all I know. It just doesn't seem fair when the people who you were created to love just don't love you back. First my mom and then my dad, I I had nothing left and at this point I wasn't sure if I even wanted it. Noah gave it to me though he never stopped to wonder if loving me was the right thing to never questioned it for a second.
He always tells me he's not a hero, not the good guy in any story but in mine he is. He saved me from many things he saved me from myself he saved me from people who were hurting me. He is my savior.
I was a broken down doll and he put me back together. He made me whole. He gave me something no one else could he gave me understanding. From that moment in the auditorium I knew that he was going to save me.
Finn may seem sweet. He looks like an innocent puppy dog but like all dogs he can bite without reason. I thought he was all I ever wanted. The perfect mix of things. I was wrong though more wrong then I had been about all most everything. He started out great, sweet, nice and loving, but Finn is a jealous person and not just of other guys but anyone who got close to me. He was always waiting for me to become Quinn. When the jealously started so did the back biting comments. I still hear them in my dreams sometimes. "At least Quinn was pretty enough to warrant all this attention. I wonder what you're doing to get it." "Without me no one would look at you twice" "you look like a kiddy porn star in that outfit"
Each comment hurt more then the last. Each word stung as if he had hit me. I wish he had at least I'd have proof of his torment.
Noah helped to escape the pain. Everything seemed to disappear when he turned his hazel eyes and adorably awkward charm on me. He was my escape, my happy place. I thought it would always be that way. The funny thing is even if you expect things to change you're always surprised when they do.
"I've always liked you in yellow. You shine like a star" Noah whispered as we all piled into the glee room. The yellow shirt dress with the white leggings and the white converse with the yellow stars and sliver moons became my favorite outfit.
At first after the crying incident nothing major changed. Noah was a little nicer and most of the other jocks laid off me a little more too. It seemed at all my weak moments he was there. When Quinn bumped me in the hallway causing me to go flying books paper and extremities splayed in all directions. It was Noah who picked me up dusted me off and shoot Quinn a look so menacing I was embarrassed and frightened for her. When one of the hockey Neanderthals slushied I while I was wearing a white top. He was there to clean me up and from that day forward when that particular ameba saw me even facing in his direction he took off. There was this unspoken truce of sorts between us.
It seemed we always had our early encounters when I was crying. He seemed to have a berry teardar he always knew when it was happening or he just happened to be really good at stumbling into uncomfortable moments. I was sitting in the glee room in the dark crying. Noah comes rushing with all the grace of a gale force wind. "Not again" he muttered as he folds himself into a chair beside me. "Why is it you only cry when I am around?" "Don't you have Finnessa to cry to?" At the mention of Finn's name as fresh batch of tears started. The look of pure panic and helplessness was nearly enough to make me fall out of my chair with laughter had I not been so upset. "I am sorry I am sorry please don't cry. Crying chicks freak me out." he pleaded "I won't bring him up again after I ask you what tall, white, and goofy did?"
"ever had that person in your life that even though they are there with you they can make you feel like you don't deserve them?" I inquired. "only every person on my life" he answered a flash of pain flited across his usually stoic features. "Want me to knock some sense into him he asked raising his hand back a though eh was going to back hand someone. He made me smile through the tears. I shook my head vehemently. Slowly I collected me self. Stealed me back brushed away my tears an smiled at him. "I am fins just being over sentative again" with that I turned and exited the room and as I reached the door I heard the sigh of apperiation for my butt as a I left. It was good to know something don't change. Even it happens to be the most annoying that stay the same.