In Another Life

Chapter 3- Lessons Learned

I hope you enjoy this chapter, and feedback is always loved. Thank you for reading my silly faberry story
-Lissa ❤️

Over the weekend, I found myself frequently thinking of her, and how intrigued I felt. Maybe there was a small chance that she liked me back, but I doubted it. She was exquisite, outgoing, talented and much more, while I was compared to a painfully awkward toddler. Nonetheless, I was still confused. I had never liked a girl before, and I wasn't sure if they were my love-crazy hormones soaking up the romantic attention I got.

Soon enough, it was time for me to go to bed; I put my phone next to my bed, and closed my eyes. My alarm awoke me around 6:30 AM, I threw my blankets off, and got out of bed. I did the usual morning routine, you know- brushing hair, teeth, that sort of thing. I put on a soft pink t-shirt, and wrapped a cardigan around my shoulders, and for pants I wore everyday jeans.

Before driving to school, I picked up Kurt on my way as I did everyday. We were neighbors, and decided to help the economy by carpooling.

"Quinn, can I ask you something?" He said nervously. I could tell something was bothering him.

"Of course, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm good. I was just wondering how you would feel if I- he cut himself off.

I looked at him and shook my head to signal for him to continue.

He started up again, " was gay."

I pulled the car over quickly. And turned towards him.

"Kurt." I grabbed his hands; " I don't care what you are; because you are one of my best friends, and nothing changes who you like, okay?" I hugged him closely.

"Can we keep this between us?"

"Of course Kurt."

This made my heart speed up, should I tell him about Rachel. Maybe I should. I don't know.

"Kurt?" I squeaked out.

"Yeah?" He responded.

"What if I told you. You know what never mind. It's all good, thanks Kurt."

Shit. Why couldn't I do this, it was extremely difficult to say I wasn't aware of my sexuality, let alone that I had a crush on one of my best friends thats a girl.

"Go ahead Quinn, is something bothering you?"

I wanted to say yes. Yes. I'm confused, and I don't know what to do.

But all I could say was "it's all good. Thank you though" I smiled and began driving again. We arrived at school, put our backpacks around our shoulders and