Pretending (1/?)
Title: Pretending
Pairing(s): Eventual Faberry, brief Fabrevans, Finchel friendship, some Brittana
Length: 1,855
Rating: PG-13 for now
Spoilers: All of both seasons, just to be safe
Summary: Quinn loves Rachel, Rachel loves Quinn. But neither of them want to confess their feelings. Will they ever have a happy ending? A Faberry twist on the song "Pretending" from Nationals.
A/N: Is it still good?
"Just listen, Rach."
"No! This is absolutely absurd, Finn!"
"But-"
"No!"
Finn and I were in the auditorium practicing a duet for Glee club. We had just finished going through it for a third time when he brought up a plan. This plan included Quinn Fabray, so I decided to listen. But when Finn said that he would date the blonde for awhile then dump her, I became enraged.
"Rach-"
"You can't toy with someone's emotions, Finn! This plan is horrible and frankly I don't see a reason for it."
"If you would shut up for three seconds, I will explain it."
"Fine. Explain."
I cross my arms over my chest and sit down in the front row. Finn was sitting on the edge of the stage, swinging a leg back and forth. The sound of his shoe hitting the stage echos throughout the auditorium.
"I'll pretend that I'm interested in Quinn, drag her away from Sam, date her for a couple months, and then break up with her. If she's with me, that means she'll be around you a lot. You two become friends and then when I break up with her, you swoop in and get the girl."
I couldn't hold back the giggle that escaped my lips.
"Finn, that plan is horrendous. Sam will be hurt, and he's one of your best friends. Plus, if I swoop, she's going to freak out and I'll be slushied for the rest of high school."
Finn shook his head and said, "You need to stop thinking that. Think positive!"
"We're talking about Quinn. She's as straight as a pole."
"No, she appears that way."
"She is that way."
"You can't give up on something when you haven't even tried."
I hate it when Finn says something smart. It's a rare occasion and he's always right. Damn him.
"I'm not agreeing to this. Both Sam and Quinn will be hurt. I don't want that."
He sighed and rubbed his forehead, signs that he was getting annoyed with my stubborness.
"Then we'll revise it so nobody gets hurt."
"And how are we going to do that?"
Finn smirked and hopped off the edge of the stage, kissed the top of my head, and walked away.
"Finn! Wait," I yelled as I tried to keep up with him. Damn his long legs. I never caught up with him, but that didn't stop me from calling and texting him later that night. Of course, he never answered.
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"Quinn, I'm sorry! I just-"
"It's fine, Samuel."
"No it's not. You're calling me Samuel."
I roll my eyes at my boyfriend. He came over after school so he could get some help on his Pre-Calculus homework (I'm awesome with math). Ten minutes later, he started kissing me with his trouty lips.
I know what you're thinking. Quinn, he's your boyfriend. He's allowed to kiss you. Yes, that's true, but sometimes I just don't want to make out. Okay, most of the time. I always end up thinking about Rachel (yes, Rachel Berry) and that's cheating, right? Thinking about someone else while making out with your boyfriend? I think it is.
Anyway, Sam knew I was not up for his lady lips, but he still dove in. When he finally pulled away, I closed my book and stuffed it in my backpack. He knows that it means that he should leave immediately, but he's being stubborn today.
"It's. Fine," I say through gritted teeth.
"Q, please let me stay. I'll fail if you don't help me."
I can feel a headache coming. Great.
"You should've thought about that before attacking me."
"I'm your boyfriend! I have every right to kiss you!"
I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh heavily. Why is he being such an ass?
"Sam, just go. I'm getting a headache."
"No. I'm not failing. I won't kiss you anymore."
I should just say okay and go back to helping him, but I know he's lying. He'll sneak in little kisses here and there the rest of the night.
"You're lying."
"Fine, I am. But I can't help myself, Quinn. You're addicting."
Cue the guilty knot in my stomach. I don't really like Sam. Well, not as my boyfriend. He's just helping me stay on top. I tell him that I love him, but I don't mean it. I know, I'm a horrible person.
"Sam.. Please leave."
He knows I'm getting weak. All he has to do is say a few more words and I'll give in. It's because of the guilt. If I let him suck on me like a fish, it'll all go away. Right?
"But I can't fail. My dad will get pissed and you know what he's like."
Stupid Mr. Evans and his strict ways.
"Leave."
"Quinnie.."
And just like that, the guilt dissipates and anger flows in.
"Don't call me that," I yell while pointing my index finger at him.
"I didn't mean to. I forgot. I'm sorry, sweetheart."
"Get out of my house."
Sam rushes to his feet, slings his bag over his shoulder, and practically runs out of the house. After I hear the front door slam, I lay back on my bed and try not to cry.
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I'm pulling out my Chemistry book when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I use the mirror on my locker door to see who it was (if it was someone with a slushie, I want to be prepared). My body tenses when I see blonde hair and hazel eyes.
"Hello, Quinn," I say after turning around. She's biting her lip and oh my... That's the most adorable thing in this world. Berry, stop staring at her lips. Focus!
"Hey.. Um, I was wondering if you..."
Eyes, Rachel. Look at her eyes! Not her lips.
"Yes?"
She sighs and runs a hand through her hair (this is absolute torture..) before saying, "Since we have that project in Chem, I was wondering if you would like to come over tonight and we could work on it."
Oh my dradle. Quinn Fabray just asked me to come over to her house. What is air?
"Rach?"
"I-I.."
Pull yourself together, Rachel!
"Yes, of course. I think that would be excellent. We don't have to start on it until next week, but I'm impressed by your proactiveness! Usually when we have to do a project together, you say we should just split it and-"
"Rachel! Shut. Up."
I close my mouth, feeling a little aroused by her demanding tone. I mean, what?
"Just say yes or no, please."
"Yes."
The smile that graces her lips makes me melt into a pile of mush. She writes something on a piece of paper and hands it to me.
"That's my address and cell number. Feel free to text me whenever you want."
She turns on her heel and walks away, leaving me frozen in place. Quinn Fabray just gave me her cell phone number and said I can text her any time. Finn is going to love this.
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Stupid Mrs. Samson. Is it really that hard to switch some students around a couple times a year? Not that I don't like having Rachel as my permanent lab partner in Chem (she's really good in that class). I just hate having to hold myself back from grazing my leg against hers.
You wouldn't have to if you'd take a chance, Fabray. Shut up, brain..
Anyway, the reason I hate my teacher so much today is because the project she assigned requires a lot of work, which means working together outside of school. Sam has been really annoying lately, so maybe if Rachel is over, he'll back off a bit.
Why don't you just break up with him? Oh my God, brain. Be quiet!
Rachel's rambling was adorable, but I needed to stop it. I was ten seconds away from pushing her against the lockers and kissing her. Wait.. forget I said that.. When she says yes, I can't hold back my smile. I write down my address because otherwise she wouldn't know how to get to my house (obviously, Fabray.), but I don't know what possessed me to also give her my cell number. And did I seriously tell her to text me whenever she wants?
I walk away before I grab the paper from her hand and rip it to shreds. She could text me if she got lost. Right, because it's so hard to get lost in Lima. I only live five blocks away from her (the only reason I know that is because when Finn and I were dating, he gave her a ride home and then dropped me off at my house).
"Why were you talking to the dwarf princess," Santana asks after I walk back to her and Brittany.
"Why do you care?"
Santana was about to say something, but she grabbed Brittany's hand and walked away. A pair of arms wrap around my waist. Oh fun. It's the clingy boyfriend.
"Hi-"
"Get off me."
Sam drops his arms and I turn around. It was a bad idea because my eyes land on Rachel. She's talking to Finn (that's nothing new) and she's.. showing him the piece of paper? What the hell? Why would Frankenteen care that she has my address and cell number?
"Quinn!"
Right, Sam's still here. Focus on the boyfriend, not the girl you love.
"Hmm?"
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Obviously not."
"I asked you if I could come over tonight."
"Nope. Rachel's coming over to work on our Chem project."
"I could join you."
"Or you could stay at home and do your own work instead of making Rachel uncomfortable."
And there's also the fact that you want to be alone with her in your bedroom. Okay, brain. You're really pissing me off.
"You don't need to make up excuses, Quinn. I get it."
No, Evans. You really don't.
"Get what?"
Play it dumb. Nice. Really? Do you ever shut up?
"That you are trying to make up with Rachel so you can be friends with her."
Hah! She doesn't want to make up, she wants to make out! Oh sweet Jesus, shut up!
"Something like that..."
"And I'm not helping by trying to spend so much time with you."
Why does he have to be so nice? Why can't he be like Finn who wouldn't try this hard to hang out?
"So I'll back off. Just try to squeeze in some time for me, okay?"
I nod and bury my head in his chest. He kisses the top of my head and rubs my back. I should love him. If Rachel Berry didn't exist, I probably would. He's a gentleman and a dork. Sure, he can be clingy but he knows when to back off. He's the perfect man that my family would love for me to marry and have children with. So I try to get past all the things about him that annoy me and think about the ones that don't. It's the only way I get through the day without dumping him.