My unlikely love - Faberry

The next morning - Part 1

The next morning arrived way too fast.

I shot up in bed, my heart already racing. Today was the day. Quinn was coming over to rehearse. It should've been simple—just a duet, just practicing for Glee—but it felt like so much more. I'd been awake for hours, tossing and turning, running through every possible scenario. Was I really ready to spend time with Quinn, alone, in my house?

After saying goodbye to my dads before breakfast—they were already off to their cruise—I started preparing the living room. I made sure the piano was polished, every piece of sheet music was neatly arranged, and I even rearranged the furniture twice before deciding on the perfect layout. Everything had to be flawless. *I* had to be flawless.

I glanced at the clock. 8 a.m. Two hours until Quinn arrived. I'd already run through all the songs I wanted us to practice at least five times in my head. The melodies, the harmonies, where I'd take the lead, where Quinn's voice would blend perfectly with mine. It was all carefully planned.

But there was one thing I hadn't figured out yet. What to wear.

I stood in front of my closet, biting my lip. Normally, I wouldn't think twice about my outfit—it was a rehearsal, after all. But this was Quinn. Quinn Fabray, who always looked effortlessly put together in her floral dresses and perfect hair. I didn't want to seem like I was trying too hard, but I also didn't want to look like I wasn't trying at all.

I finally settled on a light pink cardigan, a cute but casual skirt, and my favorite knee-high socks. It was the right balance of comfortable and put-together, I hoped. Staring at myself in the mirror, I ran my hands nervously down the front of my cardigan. "It's just Quinn," I whispered, trying to calm my racing heart. "Just... Quinn."

But deep down, I knew it wasn't just Quinn. It hadn't been for a while.

As 10 a.m. crept closer, I paced the living room, my stomach flipping in knots. I hadn't felt this nervous since my last big solo competition, but this felt more personal, more important. I was about to spend time with Quinn Fabray, one-on-one, with no distractions and no one else around. Just us. What if I messed this up?

The doorbell rang, and I jumped, nearly knocking over a stack of music sheets. My heart pounded in my chest as I rushed to the door, smoothing down my cardigan one last time before opening it.

There she was—Quinn, standing on the doorstep, looking as effortlessly beautiful as ever in one of her classic floral dresses. My breath caught for a second, but I quickly plastered on my brightest smile. "Hi, Quinn! Right on time, of course." I stepped aside, gesturing for her to come in. "I set up the living room for our rehearsal."

Quinn smiled—well, kind of. It was more of a polite smile, but I'd take it. As she stepped inside, my nerves came rushing back. My house suddenly felt too small, the space between us too close.

I led the way to the piano, trying to ignore the fact that my hands were slightly shaking. "Thanks for coming," I said, my voice softer than usual. "I'm really glad we're doing this. I think we could be... really great together."

I meant it about the duet, of course, but as soon as the words left my mouth, I realized how it might have sounded. My cheeks burned, and I quickly turned away, pretending to organize the sheet music again.

Quinn didn't seem to notice, thankfully. "Yeah," she said, her voice quiet. "I guess we could be."

My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but smile. There was something different about Quinn today, something softer, more open. I glanced at her from the corner of my eye, but she was already looking around the room, like she needed a distraction.

"Are your dads here?" she asked, sounding casual, but I noticed a slight tension in her voice.

I shook my head, feeling a little flutter of nerves myself. "Nope, they went on a Broadway cruise this morning. It's just us."

There was a brief pause, and I quickly added, "But if you're uncomfortable—"

"No, it's fine!" Quinn cut in, almost too quickly. "I mean, it's fine. I'm fine."

I smiled softly, relieved. I turned back to the piano, sifting through the music. After a few moments, I found what I was looking for. "I think I found the perfect song for us," I said, holding up the sheet music with a hopeful look. "If you agree, of course."

Quinn took the sheet and glanced over it. I held my breath, waiting for her reaction. When her eyes lit up, my heart did a little flip.

"Wow," Quinn said, before quickly clearing her throat. "I mean, it's good. We can pull it off."

I grinned. "Great! Let's start."

I moved over to the stereo, starting the instrumental track. As the music filled the room, I focused on my voice, letting myself get lost in the song. But every now and then, my gaze drifted to Quinn. And every time our voices blended together in perfect harmony, it sent a little thrill through my chest.

For the first time, I felt like we were truly in sync—like we weren't just singing a duet, but creating something special together. And maybe, just maybe, this wasn't just about the music anymore.

When the song ended, there was a quiet pause, the air between us charged with something I couldn't quite put into words.

"You... sounded really good," I said softly, my eyes still on Quinn.

Quinn blinked, clearly caught off guard. "You too," she replied, her voice softer than usual. "We're... good together."

My heart swelled at those words, a shy smile tugging at my lips. "Yeah," I whispered, feeling something shift between us. "We are."

And as we stood there, side by side, the music still lingering in the air, I couldn't help but wonder if maybe this was the start of something new. Something more.