A.N.: How bout we get some progressive house music in here?!
Summary: After Beth passes from a heart failure, Quinn goes back to being the Ice Queen and it drives Santana bat shit crazy.
If there's anything I've learned in the two years after Beth died, it's how easily people can revert back to their old selves. It's like me and Quinn are constantly at war. And I'm always losing. It's like I'm Czechoslovakia. And Quinn?
She's the fucking Queen of Russia.
I also learned that love is pretty much a twisted fucking thing, but still I stay. I don't know why. Maybe I'm crazy. I know I am about Quinn.
It's interesting really because all Quinn does is fuck me over. And she does it real good.
Like it's her job.
She laughs at the words 'I love you'. She repeatedly shits on milestones I've always cherished. She's torn me down to nothing. She's dropped bombs on all we've built and I let her. Because I love her.
I keep waiting for a breaking point. For her walls to crumple into a million pieces in front of me so we can move on from this, but she won't, she never does. It's like once I said 'I do', I signed away my peace, our peace, for war. I feel like I can't do anything to fight back. And it hurts. It hurts because I want to fight. Fight for Quinn. Fight for us. Shit at this point I guess I'm even fighting for love.
But why should I when it feels like I'm a masochist and Quinn's a sadistic arsonist that has me tied to a chair forcing me to watch as she sets my heart in fire. All the while she's asking me 'How does it feel now, to watch it burn?' But then again, I guess I really am a masochist because I just raise my weapon again and head right back into no man's land.
A.N.: I decided I'd write this one in first person. This is a seven minute song so I guess it allowed deeper thought processes.