Glee Oneshots

quinn fabray thinks about the piano

Her fingers glide over the keys.
Music takes shape in the room.
It tells a story, of love and loss.
It paints a picture of her life.

She plays to forget.
She plays to remember.
She plays to escape to places.

Sometimes she'll play a song she heard in Glee club
Or a song that Rachel sang
Or a classical piece, that her mother listened to
Or sometimes she plays her own music.

These secret sessions, keep her going.
Nobody knows she plays piano.
It's bad for her image.
And she also likes having secrets.

The piano is beautiful.
She doesn't know much about them.
But she knows that this one is nicer than usual.

Alternating ivory and ebony keys.
Polished, and preserved.
She wonders who else has played.
And told the piano their secrets.

What type of people has this piano seen?
Lonely people,
Sad people,
Performers,
People in love.

Quinn knows she is one of those people.
She takes pride in it.
She is lonely, sad, a performer.
She is also in love.

The piano knows this, of course.
For weeks, Quinn played quiet,
melancholy pieces.
Whispering her longing to the piano.

Then pieces with angry dynamics, and aggression,
When she realised she would never be loved back.
That was a dark time

Sometimes, she wishes she didn't play piano.
It reminds her of her father,
His anger, his high hopes.
The fear she felt, at a slip-up
Or wrong note.

She rarely plays at their home piano.
Despite the fact it's a grand piano, mahogany
Polished almost every day, by her mother.

But it gives her mother headaches,
No matter how quietly Quinn plays.
So she disappears upstairs.
Another trace of her, gone.

Quinn should feel lonely,
She has nobody.
People feel as though they don't know her,
And they can't be bothered trying.

It hurts sometimes.
Rejection always stings.
But she gets over it.
She doesn't have a choice.

She should give up.
For some reason, though, she doesn't.
Because no matter what,
She'll have the music.