A/N: Finally I updated. The long-awaited Samchel duet has arrived! And please note, the changes in the lyrics were intentional.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, nor do I own the song used in this chapter
A/N: Italics=Rachel Bold=Sam Bold Italics=both are singing
Quinn POV
"So, pink tiara, to have that feminine touch, or the blue tiara, because it makes my eyes pop?"
"You want your eyes to pop? Like a firework?"
I nearly dropped the tiaras in anger. "No, Finn. They make them stand out. And that's always good."
We were in my room, going over how we would coordinate our Prom outfits. I was stuck in between several dresses that my mom had bought me: a girly, simply cut baby pink dress that would highlight my cheeks and my feminine features, a sea themed dress with dark turquoise shades, an almost bridal-like one that would represent the future Finn and I had together, and a nice orange one. I still needed to go show shopping, though, and find the perfect tiara to bribe the school to replace the stupid wire and rhinestone one with.
"So, Finn. You need to tell me which dress I should where so that we can match. Or else it will look sloppy, and I will be humiliated," I stressed, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Why are we talking about Prom? It's like two months away, and you said we were gonna make out," Finn complained, that cute look of confusion on his face. Well, usually it was cute. Now it was just irritating.
"C'mon Finn. We're the leading couple for Prom King and Queen, but if we don't have the perfect outfit we won't get it. We're lucky that I'm clever, and started our campaign early, but that's not everything."
"You're right, Prom isn't everything: it's nothing."
I threw my model tiara across the room. "Finn! Prom is everything for me, and if we don't win, we have no future together. I need a man who can provide me with the tiaras I need."
I saw Finn's brow furrow quickly, but it was over in half a second. Maybe I should try a gentler approach. He was an idiot, after all.
"I'm sorry," I apologized smoothly, sliding down next to him on the bed suggestively. "Maybe we should take a break."
Finn POV
I had never been more confused. Prom? Who cares? I mean, sure, Rachel would freak out about the Tony's and how one day we would go together, but that was like, televised and stuff. It was her career. Prom was just another school dance, and it wasn't even like there was only one, we had senior Prom too. Then…a future together? Who said anything about that? I mean sure, I assumed we would be together forever when she was pregnant, but that was because of the baby. If she had given it away like she did, we wouldn't have stayed together. And before the pregnancy I was a couple days away from dumping her for Rachel. I wanted to go to college and stuff, live in New York. Rachel had gotten me really used to that idea. Maybe I could go into sports or something, or own a bar, something cool like that. Quinn…that just wasn't her scene. She would get one of those really stuffy rich husbands and live in California and have her own reality T.V. show. Rachel would be living a glamorous, paparazzi-filled life in New York. Mercedes would be a singer like Aretha Franklin, whoever that was. Kurt would start his own fashion line. Artie would be some cool jazz singer. Mike will be a professional dancer. Sam will be a sports player or a model, like David Beckham. Santana will be a stripper. Brittany will be like, a famous scientist or something. Lauren will be a pro-wrestler. Puck will be…oh, I don't know. Puck could be the next Springsteen, or he could be a model or something, or he could be a drug-addict. It was hard to tell.
It occurred to me that the only two people who really aligned in this future predicting stuff were me and Rachel. I guess I just always saw us being together, even if we weren't together. I never saw Quinn and I being together forever, not anymore. I've got, like, dreams now. I don't want to be a Lima loser.
It was pretty easy to forget all about this when we started making out, but it didn't feel right. When she was dating Sam, we had fireworks. It was dangerous, that made it fun. They weren't real feelings.
I didn't know how I could be so aware of all of this and not break up with her. It felt like the first time we dated, before babygate. I just had to stay in it.
Next day at Glee club…
Rachel POV
Butterflies were massacring each other in my stomach. Sweat dripped down my neck. My hands were shaking like leafs.
"You'll be fine," Sam whispered in my ear. Somehow it wasn't quite as reassuring as when Finn would tell me that before a competition.
"No turning back," I whispered.
Sam bit his lip for a second. "Look out at our audience," he told me, the nervous shifting of his mouth telling me he knew how cruel he was being. But it was necessary. I opened the curtain to see Quinn practically drawled across Finn's lap, looking around possessively. She didn't care about the intimacy of their position, she just wanted to make sure that he was marked as hers.
"Cue the music," I said, filled with a new rage.
You say that I'm messing with your head
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
All 'cause I was making out with your friend
She looked straight into Finn's eyes, wandering aimlessly around the stage. Sam was in the corner, watching her slowly drift.
Love hurts, whether it's right or wrong
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Can't stop, 'cause I'm having to much fun
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
I'm on my knees, begging please, stay with me
But honestly, I just need to be a little crazy
All my life I've been good but now
Oh, wow-o, I'm thinking what the hell
All I want is to mess around
And I-I-I don't really care, about
If you love me, if you hate me
You can't save me, baby, baby
All my life I've been good, but now
Oh, wow-o I'm thinking what the hell
[instrumental solo]
So what, if I go out on a million dates
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
You never call, or listen to me anyway
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
I've rather rage than sit around and wait all day
Don't get me wrong, I just need some time to play-ay-ay
You're on your knees, begging please, stay with me
But honestly, I just need to be a little crazy-ay-ay
By now Rachel and Sam were dancing around in the audience, and everyone but Finn and Quinn were standing up dancing. Quinn had a furious expression on her face. Finn looked a strange mix of hurt and wonder.
All my life I've been good, but now
Oh-wow-o I'm thinking what the hell
All I want is to mess around
And I-I-I don't really care about
If you love me
If you hate me
You can't save me
Baby, baby
All my life I've been good, but now
Oh-wow-o
I'm thinking what the hell
Lalala lalala lala
Wow oh
Wow oh oh
Lalala lalala lala
Wow oh
Wow oh oh
You say that I'm messing with your head, boy
I like messing in your bed, yeah
I am messing with your head, when
I'm messing with you in bed
All my life I've been good, but now
Oh, oh oh
I'm thinking what the hell
What the hell…
All I want is to mess around
And I-I-I don't really care about
Don't care about…
All my life I've been good, but now
Oh-wow-oh I'm thinking what the hell
All I want is to mess around
And I-I-I don't really care about
If you love me…
If you love me
If you hate me
You can't save me
Baby, baby
If you love me…
All my life I've been good but now
Oh, wow, oh I'm thinking what the hell
La la
Lalalalalalala
La
Lalala
La La La
My breath came in short gasps. Mercedes was twirling me around; she had been videotaping the performance and sent it to Kurt. Brittany was dancing with Artie. Mike and Puck were high-fiving Sam. It was just one big mass of excited Gleeks. Everyone except for Santana. I saw her looking over at Brittany and Artie, pain etched into her face. Suddenly, without anybody noticing, she turned and walked out of the auditorium. I knew that walk. Trying to be calm, but a slight trot breaking in to your stride as you try and hurry to the bathroom. After a couple moments I separated myself from the congratulatory crowd.
"I'll be back in a second," I excused myself.
I went into the nearest bathroom. Santana was standing at the sink, sobbing uncontrollably. I pulled out the pack of Kleenex I always kept in my pocket and walked over to her slowly.
"The paper towels are really hard on your skin," I said simply, handing over the pack. She hesitated, then took the tissues from me.
"Thank you," she whispered, eyes avoiding mine. I walked away.
"Rachel!"
I turned at the quiet but emotion-filled call. "I shouldn't have told you."
I nodded. She didn't have to say anything more. She meant about her and Finn. I calmly walked out of the bathroom and back to the auditorium.
"This is an outrage!"
The first sound I heard was Quinn's usually hoarse and quiet voice.
"Now, Quinn, we need to be supportive of our fellow Glee members…"
"Oh, please! Like I would ever support her! She's jealous of me, that's it. She can't accept that I'm so much better than her!"
"Quinn!"
"No, Mr. Schue.," I interjected, storming straight up to the little blonde princess. "I can handle this."
"You know, Quinn, I'm sick of you," I told you. "You and your Little Miss Perfect act. I have another emotion I would just love to convey, but I need a duet partner."
Quinn looked at me like I was a half-digested slug. "Why would I ever sing a duet with you?"
I smiled. "You'll have a change of heart when you hear the song. I'll leave the sheet music on your doorstep, your part will be highlighted. Practice it, and I'll practice my part. No rehearsal required, I want the full emotion in the song."
I turned on my heel and stormed out of the auditorium. I didn't check to see if anyone was following me. All I saw was the proud look on Finn's face.
Well, I did promise you guys Pezberry...you didn't think I would lie? Did you? The next chapter will be called 'Loathing' and here is a sneak peek because I am bored:
I stood in the choir room confidently. Quinn was on the other side of the room, looking just as determined. Sam was giving me a small and encouraging smile. They had been waiting to hear this song all week. Nobody knew what it was except for Quinn and I, and I'm pretty sure she doesn't know where it's from. The music started to play.
Dearest darling momsy and popsicle...