Chris's Pov
"You alright?" Santana asks me as I walk into the hallway, and well, I don't know. The song just brought back the memory.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I say as I lay my hand on her cheek and give her a soft kiss.
Seeing Quinn run past us crying, I raise my brow while I look after her. What the hell is going on there?
"You must have known Lucy." Lauren says as she walks our way and hands me a poster. "You didn't," I say as I look at it with wide eyes. "Fuck!" I yell as I trow the poster on the ground and start running in the direction Quinn ran off in.
Running outside the school, I quickly gain up with her and grab her hands. As she turns her body around, I pull her into me as I wrap my arms around her.
"It's alright." I softly say as I run my hand through her hair. "It's not." Quinn yells as she shoves me away from her.
"Look at me." I soflty say, and she shakes her head as she looks down at the ground. "Quinn." I say as I grab her chin and make our eyes connect.
"Even back then, you were beautiful." I soflty say as she searchers my eyes. " She looked terrible." Quinn states, and I rub my thumb over her cheek.
"I wasn't there in middle school, but that's the girl I fell for as a boy." I soflty say before placing a kiss on her forehead.
"I can't be here." Quinn says as she pulls away and makes her way over to her car .
The next day.
"I'm just saying like I would want a neck tattoo ." I say to Santana as we walk hand in hand through the hallways.
"You're not a criminal." Santana says as we reach her locker. "Why do neck tattoos get seen as something only criminals have." I say as I lean against another locker and see her go through her stuff.
"Because most do." She says, and I roll my eyes. "But you would look hot." She continues and I take a step closer to her.
"I thought I already was?" I ask her as I place my hands on her hips. "You are, but it would make you even hotter just wait some years." Santana says as she trails her hand over my chest.
Leaning down, I connect our lips together as I push her against the closed lockers. Licking her bottom lip, she lets me deepen the kiss while her leg wraps around me.
"Alright, come, we still need to get your shirt," Mr Shue says as he pulls me and Santana apart. Giving Santana a wink, I let Mr Shue drag me along to Ms Pillsbury's office where the machine is.
"Alright, Chris, what's your word gonna be?" Mr Shue asks me as he takes a white shirt. "I don't know." I state with a shrug.
"Something you were born with that sometimes you wish you could change."Mr Shue says, and I give him a shurg.
"I'm happy with who I am." I say because well it's true, sure I can get angry and shit like that, but I'm happy with the person I am.
"I think I have the perfect word for you." Mr Shue says and I raise my brow at him.
"Let's see."
..............................................
"All right, guys. Listen up. You all did really good this week. It was tough, but I think we came closer as a team and I’m proud of you. And now, I’d like to be the first one to show off my custom T-shirt, revealing something I was self-conscious about in the past, something I was born with, something I’ve come to accept about myself this past week. So, drumroll, Finn." Mr Shue says as we stand in the auditorium and well I'm not sure if I want them to see my shirt, Mr Shue had a point with it.
YOU ARE READING
Glee X Maleoc
FanfictionChristopher Ford or how people know him Chris is the bastard son of William Clay Ford Jr., who right now is the executive chairman of Ford Motor Company. He and his mom have moved a lot, but there was always one place that felt like home. With his...
