Untouchable - Oneshot
Title: Untouchable
Author: meetmyheartbeat
Rating: G
Length: 1,871
Spoilers: None.
Summary:Rachel can’t take her eyes off of Quinn
A/N: This is where some (most likely none -- though I could be wrong) of you will recognize me. This is actually not a fic that I cranked out recently, it's an old one that I wrote a long time ago that I took and modified. I couldn't get it out of my head as a Quinn/Rachel fic, so I decided "Why the hell not!" and rewrote/added some stuff. It was originally Demi/Selena (fun fact~)
A/N2: I'm working on CH3 of "Can You See Me" and it's proving to be a bit difficult. Ideas on what you would like to see happen in that fic would be greatly appreciated!
ALSO: The song used is originally by a band called Luna Halo, though the version that was listened to when this was written was Taylor Swift's acoustic version. Enjoy~ <3
Untouchable, like a distant diamond sky.
I'm reaching out, and I just can't tell you why.
The moonlight illuminated the perfect outline of her frame as she sat down on the grass beside me, her legs spread out straight across the grass, seeming to never end.
I couldn't help but stop staring at her flawless profile -- the gentle tip of her nose, her pouty lips, and the hazel eyes that I wish were concentrated on me more than the star-scattered sky.
I'm caught up in you,
I'm caught up in you.
"Are you looking forward to the meteor shower tonight?" I ask nervously, even thought after a full 2 years of friendship, I shouldn't be. But I can't help it; she leaves me feeling completely ugly in comparison to her.
She turns briefly to glance at me, a soft look to her eyes, not the kind she usually lets the world see, but the kind that makes her seem so much more older, mature, loving. Sometimes, when she looks at me like that, it's almost like she has the entire universe figured out. I have to keep myself from screaming, I wonder if she knew she was so attractive.
"Yeah. It makes me even more excited to know that we're at such a quiet place. It's beautiful here." She replies quietly, running a hand through her gorgeous blonde locks. "I didn't know there was a place like this in Lima." She sighs peacefully and laws down right next to me, taking my hand in hers and lightly drawing little shapes, setting my hand on fire.
Untouchable.
Burning brighter than the sun.
And when you're close, I feel like coming undone.
She continues speaking, and I can't even get myself to focus on what she's saying, just the way her mouth moves and the sounds that come out. I just want her to talk. I just want her to speak for hours on end, so more of the music that is her beautiful voice would keep flowing through my ears before we had to leave each other again -- even if it was for just a little while. A soft break in her voice would husk out every once in a while; it would taunt the butterflies in the stomach, making them flutter harder and faster.
I hate to compare my feelings for her like Bella's towards Edward. But she was sort of like my Edward, even if I wasn't her Bella.
In the middle of the night,
when I'm in this dream,
it's like a million little stars spelling out your name.
You gotta come on, come on…
She's the only one that could bring forth feelings that I didn't even know I could show. Before I met her, I was only in the world to win awards and secure a position in Broadway history for myself. But when she came crashing into my life in the form of a pregnant teenager that needed a place to stay, I knew that I needed to show the rest of the world that I wasn't just another let-down, that I was going to be a kind role-model for teens like me, and that I wasn’t going to end up like my mom.
Before I met her, I felt unwanted and repulsive. But she told me I looked beautiful everyday. I pretended to believe her when she showed that she wouldn’t give up the argument. If Aphrodite herself told you that you were more beautiful than her, would you believe her?
She turns to look at me, and I flush, my tinted red face visible through the nighttime atmosphere, embarrassed that I had been caught staring at her.
Say that we'll be together.
Come on, come on,
little taste of heaven.
And then she offers a half-smile. That alluring, amazing smile that twisted my thoughts into nothingness and made me want to scream out the air that had caught in my lungs. It was all so cliché -- even for me -- but it was true, because she is undoubtedly the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I wanted to cry, knowing that I'd never be able to hold her hand with the title of more than the best friend. I swallowed the pain of knowing that this would probably be as far as I would go with her, lying on a green patch of grass on a lovely hill, holding her hand and watching the stars.
I give a sad attempt to smile back, and she giggles softly. I probably made an ugly attempt at her perfect smirk. Her insanely perfect smirk that was probably practiced in the mirror for her role as the head cheerleader at McKinely, but melded together with the real her when she adapted the role of bitchy cheerleader so well into her soul. Her smile was marvelous. Not like the smiles that made you want to smile along, her smiles -- especially this one -- made you stop and stare.
It's half full and i won't wait here all day.
I know you're saying that you'll be here anyway.
She turns back to look at the sky and let out a peaceful sigh. She was so at ease today, passive of everything around her but the stars and me. It was everything I'd hope for, but so much less.
I finally find the strength to turn away because my eyes are watering. It's torture -- being by someone you wanted to hold so tightly onto, to whisper in their ear and say you love them, to run your hands through their hair and just gaze at them -- knowing that they'd never feel the same for you because you were no more than her best friend, and sometimes, even best friends get pushed away for lovers.
I couldn't help it. I turn to look at her again, a tear slipping down my cheek at the same exact time I found her staring at me. I thought she had been staring at the sky.
She turns away quickly, probably not seeing the stupid teardrop. I swiftly wipe it away, sinking my body low on the ground, laying down and embracing the full view of the starry sky above us.
But you're untouchable,
burning brighter than the sun.
Now that you're close I feel like coming undone.
My name escapes her lips, and I immediately look back at her.
Amusement shines in her eyes and a genuine smile -- a smile reserved for me -- graces her lips, making her look a like a little girl in the candy store as she stares at the sky. She sits up quickly, and at that moment, the moon her entire silhouette again; she was glowing.
I saw a meteor fly past her, finding it silly how I thought that she was more gorgeous than these amazing sights.
"It's…" she makes an attempt to say something, but doesn't quite finish, causing my heart to skip a beat. She simply lets out a breath, "Wow."
A few more meteors flash by, making quiet noises as they sweep across the sky. It's a rare opportunity, to see meteors big enough to make noises fly above us, but it wasn't worth taking my eyes off her gloriousness.
I was sitting up, tears falling down my face without me even taking notice. She turns back at me with a delighted expression on her adorable face, but her sunny disposition falls as she sees the salty drops on my face.
My breath catches and I can't breathe as she grabs my face lightly and gently brushes away the tears with her thumbs. It felt good. It felt amazing.
in the middle of the night,
when I'm in this dream,
it's like a million little stars
spelling out your name.
My eyes are wide and the tears are falling faster and uncontrollably. She doesn't ask what's wrong, because she knows that I wouldn't answer. She just keeps brushing the tears off my face with the pads of her thumbs.
"I can see the moon's reflection in your eyes," she whispers, her warm breath gently hitting my face, causing my heart to wrench forward, screaming to be loved as I recognized the raspberry lip gloss that I had bought her.
"It's a lot more gorgeous to look at this way." She smiles lightly, pressing a light kiss to my tear-stained cheeks. My body freezes up and I pray to God that I don't wake up in my bed right now.
You gotta come on, come on,
say that we'll be together.
Come on, come on,
A loud, final meteor crashes above us, and we immediately look up. The sound was loud, because it was so close and so large. After a few seconds, it glitters and fades back into the sky.
Her hands are still on my face, I turn back to look at her. She's so close, only centimeters away. Her attention was still on the sky as she stared at in awe.
Taking the time her attention was off me, I forced my tears to dry and to get my lungs to function properly… at least a little.
In the middle of the night,
we could form this dream.
I wanna feel you by my side
standing next to me.
She turns back to look at me and I can see myself reflected in her eyes. I looked hypnotized -- almost mystified -- but none of it was caused by the meteor shower.
Her thumbs ran their way across my cheeks again, even though the tears were gone, "Thanks for bringing me here tonight."
You gotta come one, come on.
Say that we'll be together.
Come on, come on,
little taste of heaven.
I start to smile, but she grabs my hands, so I stop halfway. She stands up slowly and pulls me up with her. Her eyes never leave my as she leave down to grab her letterman.
Oh, oh,
I'm caught up in you,
Oh, oh, oh.
I still feel her hands on my face; the relaxing feeling of the pressure of her hands on my cheeks, with the gentle brush of her fingers leaving invisible imprints on my cheeks.
She lets go of my hands, extremely slowly so that her pinky was still coiled around mine before she backed away completely. She slips her letterman around my shoulders with a small grin. "I'll drive you home."
Untouchable,
burning brighter than the sun
and when you're close I feel like coming undone.
I watch as she gracefully treads down the hill, her slight blue babydoll dress complimenting her blonde hair perfectly as both colors were illuminated under the direct light of the moon.
I look at the stars ahead of me once she makes it safely to the bottom of the hill, and I couldn't help but stare at the sky as the stars messily form her name in the navy sky.
"Wow," I breathed.
In the middle of the night,
when i'm in this dream,
it's like a million little stars spelling out your name.
You gotta come on, come on,
say that we'll be together.
Come on, come on,
little taste of heaven.
Author: meetmyheartbeat
Rating: G
Length: 1,871
Spoilers: None.
Summary:Rachel can’t take her eyes off of Quinn
A/N: This is where some (most likely none -- though I could be wrong) of you will recognize me. This is actually not a fic that I cranked out recently, it's an old one that I wrote a long time ago that I took and modified. I couldn't get it out of my head as a Quinn/Rachel fic, so I decided "Why the hell not!" and rewrote/added some stuff. It was originally Demi/Selena (fun fact~)
A/N2: I'm working on CH3 of "Can You See Me" and it's proving to be a bit difficult. Ideas on what you would like to see happen in that fic would be greatly appreciated!
ALSO: The song used is originally by a band called Luna Halo, though the version that was listened to when this was written was Taylor Swift's acoustic version. Enjoy~ <3
Untouchable, like a distant diamond sky.
I'm reaching out, and I just can't tell you why.
The moonlight illuminated the perfect outline of her frame as she sat down on the grass beside me, her legs spread out straight across the grass, seeming to never end.
I couldn't help but stop staring at her flawless profile -- the gentle tip of her nose, her pouty lips, and the hazel eyes that I wish were concentrated on me more than the star-scattered sky.
I'm caught up in you,
I'm caught up in you.
"Are you looking forward to the meteor shower tonight?" I ask nervously, even thought after a full 2 years of friendship, I shouldn't be. But I can't help it; she leaves me feeling completely ugly in comparison to her.
She turns briefly to glance at me, a soft look to her eyes, not the kind she usually lets the world see, but the kind that makes her seem so much more older, mature, loving. Sometimes, when she looks at me like that, it's almost like she has the entire universe figured out. I have to keep myself from screaming, I wonder if she knew she was so attractive.
"Yeah. It makes me even more excited to know that we're at such a quiet place. It's beautiful here." She replies quietly, running a hand through her gorgeous blonde locks. "I didn't know there was a place like this in Lima." She sighs peacefully and laws down right next to me, taking my hand in hers and lightly drawing little shapes, setting my hand on fire.
Untouchable.
Burning brighter than the sun.
And when you're close, I feel like coming undone.
She continues speaking, and I can't even get myself to focus on what she's saying, just the way her mouth moves and the sounds that come out. I just want her to talk. I just want her to speak for hours on end, so more of the music that is her beautiful voice would keep flowing through my ears before we had to leave each other again -- even if it was for just a little while. A soft break in her voice would husk out every once in a while; it would taunt the butterflies in the stomach, making them flutter harder and faster.
I hate to compare my feelings for her like Bella's towards Edward. But she was sort of like my Edward, even if I wasn't her Bella.
In the middle of the night,
when I'm in this dream,
it's like a million little stars spelling out your name.
You gotta come on, come on…
She's the only one that could bring forth feelings that I didn't even know I could show. Before I met her, I was only in the world to win awards and secure a position in Broadway history for myself. But when she came crashing into my life in the form of a pregnant teenager that needed a place to stay, I knew that I needed to show the rest of the world that I wasn't just another let-down, that I was going to be a kind role-model for teens like me, and that I wasn’t going to end up like my mom.
Before I met her, I felt unwanted and repulsive. But she told me I looked beautiful everyday. I pretended to believe her when she showed that she wouldn’t give up the argument. If Aphrodite herself told you that you were more beautiful than her, would you believe her?
She turns to look at me, and I flush, my tinted red face visible through the nighttime atmosphere, embarrassed that I had been caught staring at her.
Say that we'll be together.
Come on, come on,
little taste of heaven.
And then she offers a half-smile. That alluring, amazing smile that twisted my thoughts into nothingness and made me want to scream out the air that had caught in my lungs. It was all so cliché -- even for me -- but it was true, because she is undoubtedly the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I wanted to cry, knowing that I'd never be able to hold her hand with the title of more than the best friend. I swallowed the pain of knowing that this would probably be as far as I would go with her, lying on a green patch of grass on a lovely hill, holding her hand and watching the stars.
I give a sad attempt to smile back, and she giggles softly. I probably made an ugly attempt at her perfect smirk. Her insanely perfect smirk that was probably practiced in the mirror for her role as the head cheerleader at McKinely, but melded together with the real her when she adapted the role of bitchy cheerleader so well into her soul. Her smile was marvelous. Not like the smiles that made you want to smile along, her smiles -- especially this one -- made you stop and stare.
It's half full and i won't wait here all day.
I know you're saying that you'll be here anyway.
She turns back to look at the sky and let out a peaceful sigh. She was so at ease today, passive of everything around her but the stars and me. It was everything I'd hope for, but so much less.
I finally find the strength to turn away because my eyes are watering. It's torture -- being by someone you wanted to hold so tightly onto, to whisper in their ear and say you love them, to run your hands through their hair and just gaze at them -- knowing that they'd never feel the same for you because you were no more than her best friend, and sometimes, even best friends get pushed away for lovers.
I couldn't help it. I turn to look at her again, a tear slipping down my cheek at the same exact time I found her staring at me. I thought she had been staring at the sky.
She turns away quickly, probably not seeing the stupid teardrop. I swiftly wipe it away, sinking my body low on the ground, laying down and embracing the full view of the starry sky above us.
But you're untouchable,
burning brighter than the sun.
Now that you're close I feel like coming undone.
My name escapes her lips, and I immediately look back at her.
Amusement shines in her eyes and a genuine smile -- a smile reserved for me -- graces her lips, making her look a like a little girl in the candy store as she stares at the sky. She sits up quickly, and at that moment, the moon her entire silhouette again; she was glowing.
I saw a meteor fly past her, finding it silly how I thought that she was more gorgeous than these amazing sights.
"It's…" she makes an attempt to say something, but doesn't quite finish, causing my heart to skip a beat. She simply lets out a breath, "Wow."
A few more meteors flash by, making quiet noises as they sweep across the sky. It's a rare opportunity, to see meteors big enough to make noises fly above us, but it wasn't worth taking my eyes off her gloriousness.
I was sitting up, tears falling down my face without me even taking notice. She turns back at me with a delighted expression on her adorable face, but her sunny disposition falls as she sees the salty drops on my face.
My breath catches and I can't breathe as she grabs my face lightly and gently brushes away the tears with her thumbs. It felt good. It felt amazing.
in the middle of the night,
when I'm in this dream,
it's like a million little stars
spelling out your name.
My eyes are wide and the tears are falling faster and uncontrollably. She doesn't ask what's wrong, because she knows that I wouldn't answer. She just keeps brushing the tears off my face with the pads of her thumbs.
"I can see the moon's reflection in your eyes," she whispers, her warm breath gently hitting my face, causing my heart to wrench forward, screaming to be loved as I recognized the raspberry lip gloss that I had bought her.
"It's a lot more gorgeous to look at this way." She smiles lightly, pressing a light kiss to my tear-stained cheeks. My body freezes up and I pray to God that I don't wake up in my bed right now.
You gotta come on, come on,
say that we'll be together.
Come on, come on,
A loud, final meteor crashes above us, and we immediately look up. The sound was loud, because it was so close and so large. After a few seconds, it glitters and fades back into the sky.
Her hands are still on my face, I turn back to look at her. She's so close, only centimeters away. Her attention was still on the sky as she stared at in awe.
Taking the time her attention was off me, I forced my tears to dry and to get my lungs to function properly… at least a little.
In the middle of the night,
we could form this dream.
I wanna feel you by my side
standing next to me.
She turns back to look at me and I can see myself reflected in her eyes. I looked hypnotized -- almost mystified -- but none of it was caused by the meteor shower.
Her thumbs ran their way across my cheeks again, even though the tears were gone, "Thanks for bringing me here tonight."
You gotta come one, come on.
Say that we'll be together.
Come on, come on,
little taste of heaven.
I start to smile, but she grabs my hands, so I stop halfway. She stands up slowly and pulls me up with her. Her eyes never leave my as she leave down to grab her letterman.
Oh, oh,
I'm caught up in you,
Oh, oh, oh.
I still feel her hands on my face; the relaxing feeling of the pressure of her hands on my cheeks, with the gentle brush of her fingers leaving invisible imprints on my cheeks.
She lets go of my hands, extremely slowly so that her pinky was still coiled around mine before she backed away completely. She slips her letterman around my shoulders with a small grin. "I'll drive you home."
Untouchable,
burning brighter than the sun
and when you're close I feel like coming undone.
I watch as she gracefully treads down the hill, her slight blue babydoll dress complimenting her blonde hair perfectly as both colors were illuminated under the direct light of the moon.
I look at the stars ahead of me once she makes it safely to the bottom of the hill, and I couldn't help but stare at the sky as the stars messily form her name in the navy sky.
"Wow," I breathed.
In the middle of the night,
when i'm in this dream,
it's like a million little stars spelling out your name.
You gotta come on, come on,
say that we'll be together.
Come on, come on,
little taste of heaven.