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Chapter 2 Part 1

Quinn

It had been three weeks since Prom. Three weeks since Finn had been thrown out of the gym, since I had lost Queen since I had slapped Rachel. It had taken me three weeks to realize that what Rachel had said to me hit home hard.

"You're a very pretty girl Quinn, prettiest I've ever met, but you're more than that."

Her voice echoed in my head everyday at least once since that Saturday night. I was constantly thinking about her. Every interaction we had ever had since the first day of Glee club was replaying in my mind. Everything about her I was remembering. And that's when it hit me, when I was in Glee club watching her talk to us about a song for Nationals that I realized all my pent up anger at her was tension.

Because when I allowed myself to think for even just a second that maybe I was attracted to her, it was like the flood gates had opened. My eyes undressed her every time she was in front of me, her mouth was talking but I heard nothing just saw those beautiful lips move in perfect rhythm. Her hands were animated but I was imagining them near me, touching me, inside of me. Her eyes were brown and huge and knowing. She was small and fragile but yet strong and complex. I wanted to be near her, the smell of her from two weeks ago was still in my nose.

It was as if a switch inside me had been flipped because every day since then there was not a second I was not thinking about Rachel Berry.

But then reality came crashing in, and I saw Jesse stare longingly at Rachel and I felt myself I sink at the action, I saw I saw Kurt being thrown into lockers, my mother in my mind yelling at me for liking a girl, I saw my father disowning me, and I saw what the future was if I actually admitted that I liked her.

And so every day since then I ignored her, I ignored her so much other people picked up on it. The first day back from Prom weekend, Rachel had come up to ask if I was feeling any better, and I shut my locker in her face and stormed off. She had made several attempts afterwards to try to get through to me but I brushed her off every time, completely ignoring her existence and never looking at her face.

After a couple days she took a hint and backed off, and I thought I would feel better. But now I was living in agony. I spent so much time thinking about her that every time she came near me I couldn't breathe. It was destroying me. It was worse now that she wouldn't even look at me.

I snapped back into focus she was almost done with her lecture on another original song idea, her eyes were looking around the room for any sort of acknowledgement from the glee club and suddenly they found mine. I didn't look away this time, and neither did she. For a second we locked eyes but it felt like several years. I got light headed and my imagination of being near her took off. I was grabbing her and kissing her in my mind, pushing her up against the piano and, and- then she looked away as Mercedes spoke up to ask why she was not offered a solo. I let out a breath I did not realize I had been holding and I saw Santana look at me question.

"Blondie, you ok?" she asked looking at me with unease. My eyes flicked up to her. "Yeah." I said, she raised an eyebrow "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Alright." And she turned back to give his attention to Mr. Shue who was talking about Nationals but I saw her eyes flash to Brittany's figure every couple of seconds.

Rachel had taken a seat and was chatting lively with Jesse who had been hired as a consultant for us. I put my hands in my face and tried to get the images of me and Rachel in compromising positions out of my head. This was going to be a long rehearsal.

A/N: Not every story will have a song in it if you were wondering. Faberry buildup. Ooh. Ooh. Tell me what you think. Thanks!