This is my first G!P fiction, but I assure you, I will not disappoint. And I'm making a promise that I will take my ADD medication, and actually FINISH this fiction for my readers' sake.
Enjoy! :)
She can't see me.
She's the last to come out of the chorus room and make her way down the marble-tiled hallway. I can hear her Converses lightly thumping their way down the corridor toward my hiding place on the staircase that leads to the front office. If I let myself work enough nerve, today will be the first day I talk to her. I don't understand why I'm so afraid to open my mouth, to simply engage her in a conversation. Perhaps it's because I spend the entirety of our time in Glee analyzing what she has that I don't: sensuality, style, seduction, authority…
In short, her presence commands attention. And her entity has demanded the focus of every dream I've had every night since we met in freshman year. Back then, we loathed each other with the white hot intensity of one thousand suns. But now, I'm cowering like a mouse under the stare of a cat as the vixen of my fantasies makes her trek toward me…
Quinn.
She rounds the corner and collides with me. I catch myself on the cold metal railing, but the weight of her lithe body comes down atop me, and we're sent tumbling to the ground, the unforgiving marble knocking the wind from my lungs. But I realize when I gather myself that this is the position I've dreamt about: me, underneath her… breathless.
Her eyes meet mine in an intense stare that's incredibly hard to read, and just as quickly as the moment of intimacy arrives, it departs.
"Shit," she says as she disentangles our limbs and gathers the belongings that have fallen from her McKinley Titans Soccer duffle bag.
"I'm sorry," I hurriedly force out, sitting up and helping her collect herself. "I didn't know anyone else was still here. I left my Defying Gravity sheet music in the chorus room, and I -"
"Rachel," she breaks through my rant, surprising me both by placing her hand on my cheek and by calling me by my real name.
"It's not a big deal. I was trying to change the song on my iPod, and I wasn't looking where I was going."
I see the iPod Touch lying on the floor next to her bag, and I pick it up to hand it to her, but not before I notice the song she was listening to.
New Divide by Linkin Park. Of course.
Her hand leaves my face, but her fingertips trace my cheekbone before her arm drops to her side.
"Well," she says shakily, running her hand through her hair. "Since we're both here, would you want to hit Breadsticks or something? I've had kind of a long day…"
I'm flabbergasted. I realize now that nervousness is radiating off of Quinn. I can see that she's trying her hardest not to lean toward me, and her French-manicured nails drum lightly against the dark flare jeans that cover her toned thighs.
I realize in this instant that Quinn Fabray is anxious… because of me.
A surge of power courses through my veins, and suddenly I grow bold.
"Are you asking me on a date, Quinn?"
Her face goes white, and the green of her eyes is swallowed by her rapidly dilating pupils. The nervousness turns to palpable arousal as Quinn's hand reached for mine and leans toward me, sending blasts of color across the lens of my mind.
"Yes," my princess's sultry whisper caresses my ear.
She chuckles when a finger of apprehension runs down my spine, and she leads me back toward the stairs and out into the windy Ohio afternoon.
Yes, it will be a multi-chapter fiction (I mean it this time, I promise). Stay tuned for Chapter 2! : )