You're the best and yes I do regret // How I could let myself let you go
[Well, this just did not turn out even close to what I had originally intended, but I hope you like it anyway. For dontcrysammy]
How do I get better Once I've had the best You said there's Tons of fish in the water So the waters I will test He kissed my lips I taste your mouth He pulled me in I was disgusted with myself Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you Thinking of you What you would do if You were the one Who was spending the night Oh I wish that I Was looking into your eyes
There was something fundamentally wrong with Quinn Fabray. There had to be. What other excuse did she have? She wasn’t stupid, and she certainly wasn’t naïve. She could have avoided the auditorium entirely. Finn had never attempted to hide his intentions. She could have pushed him away and called him a jerk. But instead, she let him pull her against his chest and press his lips, so warm and familiar, to hers. She let him make her a cheater for the second time in her short life.
Finn was the guy she used to dream about ever since she transferred to McKinley. He wasn’t the utter moron she sometimes accused him of being, but neither was he particularly bright. He was handsome though. And charming, in a goofy way. He could always make her laugh and, while she always smacked his hand away, she was secretly pleased whenever he tried to venture beneath her shirt. Just knowing how much he wanted her was enough.
She should have been overjoyed when, despite so many lies told on both sides, he still wanted her, but he couldn’t fool her. Not for long, at least. Quinn was never the girl he loved, no matter what he said. She was just a tool to boost his self-esteem, and make Rachel realize what she had given up when she cheated on him. There was a time when she would have been upset, she wasn’t an object to be used and discarded as he saw fit. Instead, it freed her.
If Finn didn’t really love her, it meant she didn’t have to feel guilty when, as they lay next to each other on her bed, he became someone else. A boy with carefully tousled blonde hair, and hazel eyes that shone green when the sun him them. A boy who always smelled faintly of lemons, even after a game, and whose impressions she had never found half as dorky as she led him to believe. The only boy who told her how beautiful she was in two languages and, no matter how much the thought terrified her, looked at her like she was the beginning and end of his world. The only boy to look in her eyes and, with no prompting or coercion, tell her that he loved her and mean it.
The only boy she truly regretted hurting.
How do I get better Once I've had the best You said there's Tons of fish in the water So the waters I will test He kissed my lips I taste your mouth He pulled me in I was disgusted with myself Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you Thinking of you What you would do if You were the one Who was spending the night Oh I wish that I Was looking into your eyes
There was something fundamentally wrong with Quinn Fabray. There had to be. What other excuse did she have? She wasn’t stupid, and she certainly wasn’t naïve. She could have avoided the auditorium entirely. Finn had never attempted to hide his intentions. She could have pushed him away and called him a jerk. But instead, she let him pull her against his chest and press his lips, so warm and familiar, to hers. She let him make her a cheater for the second time in her short life.
Finn was the guy she used to dream about ever since she transferred to McKinley. He wasn’t the utter moron she sometimes accused him of being, but neither was he particularly bright. He was handsome though. And charming, in a goofy way. He could always make her laugh and, while she always smacked his hand away, she was secretly pleased whenever he tried to venture beneath her shirt. Just knowing how much he wanted her was enough.
She should have been overjoyed when, despite so many lies told on both sides, he still wanted her, but he couldn’t fool her. Not for long, at least. Quinn was never the girl he loved, no matter what he said. She was just a tool to boost his self-esteem, and make Rachel realize what she had given up when she cheated on him. There was a time when she would have been upset, she wasn’t an object to be used and discarded as he saw fit. Instead, it freed her.
If Finn didn’t really love her, it meant she didn’t have to feel guilty when, as they lay next to each other on her bed, he became someone else. A boy with carefully tousled blonde hair, and hazel eyes that shone green when the sun him them. A boy who always smelled faintly of lemons, even after a game, and whose impressions she had never found half as dorky as she led him to believe. The only boy who told her how beautiful she was in two languages and, no matter how much the thought terrified her, looked at her like she was the beginning and end of his world. The only boy to look in her eyes and, with no prompting or coercion, tell her that he loved her and mean it.
The only boy she truly regretted hurting.