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As you may've guessed, this is the second chapter to "And I Remember" … So, I hope you enjoy it.
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When we finally turn to face the crowd, my eyes are met with a sight I had never dared to hope for. People are smiling…
"Well," Mr Schue whispers, and then coughs, as the applause dies down, "Thank you, Quinn. Rachel? What do you have to… say… in return?"
I laugh, a sound that barely escapes my lips. I gesture for Quinn to go take her seat, as I gently pry myself from her arms. She wasn't going to out-do me, girlfriend or not.
"Glee-mates," I start, "I hereby dedicate this performance to the light of my life, my soul mate, my 'shnookums'," a laugh ripples through the crowd, "Miss Quinn Fabray!" A slight nod from me starts the music, and I gather all my grace to walk to the front of the stage. I shake my hair out around my shoulders, and prepare for the performance of my life. My hands reach toward Quinn, and she suddenly feels one thousand feet away. With every word I know I'll pull her closer. I sing as if my life depends on it.
"The strands in your eyes, that color them wonderful, stop me and steal my breath. And emeralds from mountains, thrust toward the sky, never revealing their depth."
There is no one in the room anymore. There is her. There is me. There's a magic, faceless, nameless figure playing the piano. I sway, gently, and Quinn's movements match my own, despite her being still seated.
"Tell me that we belong together, dress it up with the trappings of love. I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips, Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above."
My feet carry me toward her, through the crowd. I'm vaguely aware of the eyes following me, and I smile a smile that twins her own. This time, it's her with tears in her eyes. I take her hand, usher her closer to my body, and dance her through the seated audience.
"I'll be your crying shoulder, I'll be love's suicide. I'll be better when I'm older,
I'll be the greatest fan of your life. And rain falls angry on the tin roof, as we lie awake in my bed. You're my survival, you're my living proof. My love is alive - not dead."
Hot tears fall onto my blouse, and I care for them staining the silk as I do for the eyes on us. She's looking at me, my lips, my eyes, my… everywhere. I have to suppress the laugh bubbling up inside. I'm saved by the next verse.
"Tell me that we belong together. Dress it up with the trappings of love. I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips, Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above."
We had spoken of this day for so long. After three months of stolen kisses in the girl's bathrooms, of over-compensated insults in the Glee room… we were together. Everywhere. My Dad's had been completely fine with it, obviously. The tricky part would be introducing them to Quinn's- no, our- daughter. They cared little for my sexuality. But they may care about me being a parent so young.
"And I've dropped out, I've burned up, I've fought my way back from the dead.
I've tuned in, turned on, remembered the things that you said. I'll be your crying shoulder, I'll be love's suicide. I'll be better when I'm older, I'll be the greatest fan of your life. The greatest fan of your life."
Another rousing applause breaks through the crowd. Quickly, too quickly, it's interrupted by the end of school bell.