Glee Postsecret Challenge: Part 2
Characters: Quinn and Rachel
11:11
The air was chilly in Quinn’s room. She had left the window open, and the October breeze was causing her curtains to flutter and toss shadows against the opposite wall. The sheet clung to her legs, and she felt trapped.
But she felt trapped by more than just the sheets.
Quinn could see the bright red and white of her Cheerio uniform that she had hung on her closet door, clean and pressed and ready to be worn tomorrow as she walked down the halls of McKinley High. The tight polyester would make it difficult to breathe or bend over, but she knew she looked hot in it. And that’s really what mattered anyway.
Right?
It didn’t matter if she was happy or if she really wanted to be in a relationship with Sam or if her father had moved back in last week or if she was constantly having to fight Santana off to remain Captain of the squad. It didn’t matter. Because Quinn Fabray was living the god damned life. She was popular and gorgeous and every other girl should be jealous of her. Maybe she would get out of Lima after the next school year was over, and maybe she wouldn’t - but did it matter, if she was living the good life now? This was high school; these were supposed to be some of the greatest years of her life.
But were they really?
God, she hoped not.
Quinn tossed and turned and ended up facing her bedside table. The clock blinked brightly in her eyes. 11:11PM, it said. Make a wish, it said. Hurry, make a wish.
Quinn Fabray was not superstitious. She would walk under a ladder if it was in her way. She wouldn’t freak out if a black cat ran in front of her car. She had never sought out four-leaf clovers. Luck was just what happened when preparation met opportunity, or so Coach Sylvester would bark at them sometimes.
No, Quinn wasn’t superstitious. But when she saw the clock - 11:11, make a wish - she found herself squeezing her eyes tightly shut and clenching her fists and making a frigging wish.
And if she had given herself the chance to just slow down and think about what the hell she was wishing for, she probably would have never made that wish. But it was done. She opened her eyes and stared again at the clock. She watched as it ticked over to 11:12, and suddenly the magic of the moment seemed to dissipate into the night air around her. Crickets chirped outside her window, and Quinn wiped away a tear that was trailing across her face.
She rolled onto her back, punching the pillow underneath her head until it was fluffier. “Stupid,” she mumbled under her breath.
When Quinn’s cell phone beeped from just next to her clock, she grumpily reached over and grabbed it. Who would text at this time of night, anyway? There was school tomorrow, and Quinn needed her beauty sleep.
Her bitchy inner-monologue faded into nothingness as she clicked on the 1 NEW MESSAGE that was waiting in her inbox. And when the message filled her screen, Quinn’s heart stopped - in that beautiful, breath-taking, mind-numbing, life-changing way.
From: Rachel Berry
Just wanted to say Hi.
Oct 8, 11:12PM
The smile on her lips threatened to split her face in two, but Quinn couldn’t care less. She hastily typed out a reply before cradling the phone against her chest.
Once more engulfed in the twilight-darkness of her room, Quinn decided that maybe superstitions weren’t so ridiculous after all.
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