Summary: Wanting and having are two completely different things. Especially when your name is Quinn Fabray. And sometimes, the hardest thing choice you'll ever make is only something you can understand.
Disclaimer:Glee and the characters belong to FOX and RIB. I only own my ideas.
A/N: Faberry One-shot. Song fic. I had to write it. Song used - "Eyes Closed" by The Narrative. It gives me so many Faberry feelings, I can't think. Enjoy.
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"The clouds hold A storm over this road
You're dreaming...Or at least you've got your eyes closed
And this dormant love you've built inside your stubborn ways,
Well its begging now, for air; Of the silent breath of change..."
Quinn and Rachel sat silently in the brunette's room. For a summer day, it was excruciatingly hot, yet a summer storm was raging outside the window. The blonde lay on the bed, one arm perched under her head for support and a book in the other. Rarely ever had she worn her glasses around anyone other than Santana and Brittany, but the budding relationship between her and Rachel had allowed her to instill some trust in the diva. Thus, allowing her to be more of herself with each passing day.
Rachel sat on her computer chair, eyes glued to the laptop screen as she double and triple checked the list for her New York move. It was imperative to the tiny diva that she have everything she needed so that she wouldn't have to flounder around New York for the first week trying to acquire said things. It was always better to be prepared, in her book.
Hearing the blonde heave a sigh, Rachel turned around and allowed her eyes to fall upon the ex-cheerio. Her hair splayed out across the pillow, book resting on her chest and her eyes closed. To anyone else, it would seem as though Quinn had fallen asleep, but Rachel had learned the pattern of her breathing and she was well aware that the blonde was simply resting.
"I know you're watching me, Rach." Quinn stated without opening her eyes.
Just hearing her best friend's voice caused a small smile to grace the brunette's lips. "You just look so peaceful. Really Quinn, how can you expect me not to admire you?"
The comment, however innocent, riled up a part of the blonde and she opened an eye to carefully watch Rachel's expression. "Admire me for what?" she asked, propping herself up on an elbow to get a better look.
"It's no secret that you're the prettiest girl I've ever met, Quinn. I distinctively remember wanting your nose at one point in my life." Rachel let her words fall away for a moment before she continued. "You're a very beautiful girl. And when you're completely relaxed, you look almost angelic." She finished with a shrug of her shoulders before turning back to her computer screen.
Pushing herself all the way to a sitting position, Quinn took in a shuddering breath and let her eyes flutter shut. The pounding of her heart was deafening to her ears and she wondered, for a moment, if the brunette could hear it across the room.
Harboring feelings. Quinn Fabray had been harboring feelings for the girl sitting before her for a really long time. They fought; first over a boy, then because Quinn couldn't come to terms with herself and her feelings, and never once had the brunette faltered. She'd come to Quinn's aid time and time again and after a while, the blonde had no choice but to stop fighting it. And then, Finn proposed. He did the one thing that Quinn thought he'd never have the nerve to do and it halted every plan she'd set in motion. It turned her world upside down and she, once again, lost her grip on her control. She'd tried everything she could to get Rachel to see that this wasn't right; to see that she was making a mistake by marrying too young and when that didn't work, she'd flat out refused to be a part of such a shamble. But one afternoon, while sitting alone, she'd thought about it. She thought about the broken look on Rachel's face when she'd hoped that Quinn would have been a bridesmaid and she made the decision to support the brunette, no matter the situation.
