Fic: Perfect (1/1) PG Will//Quinn
Perfect
Written by labels 304
Summary: The three times Quinn Fabray went to prom. Sam/Quinn, Finn/Quinn (friendship). Major in Quinn/Will.
Spoliers-Up to "Furt" nothing much really.
Musical Inspiration: Perfect by Alexz Johnson
Maybe I don't say all the right things
Maybe I stumble on my words
Maybe I laugh at all the wrong times
Maybe I mumble and I curse
The best I can do is to be myself
And I hope it's enough to make you proud
I can't explain just why I'm actin' this way
I can't control it, so I go with it
I'm just a girl, I won't be changin' the world
And boy you know that, I'm not perfect
But I'm perfect for you
OOOO
Junior Year:
No one believed that Sam and Quinn were going to last. Especially the Glee members. The running bet had been going on since they had won the duet contest. Quinn really just wanted to prove Rachel and Santana wrong. That’s why even though they had broken up two months before, Sam had taken Quinn to prom and even helped with the ruse for the last couple weeks.
It had just gotten boring for both of them. Sam was a nice guy and Quinn did care for him, but two years together was more than they could handle. The chemistry wasn’t there and neither of them wanted to miss out on something with a real spark.
He still smiled and held her close as a slow song filled the McKinley gymnasium.
“I’m glad that we’re here.” Sam said, when the music paused momentarily before the next song started.
She grinned back, “Me, too.”
He sighed and looked out at the other couples before returning to Quinn, “I think maybe we were hasty in breaking up.”
“What?” She started to internally panic. If he wanted to get back together, she would cry. He was too nice of a guy to reject, especially considering how peaceful and sweet he had been during their relationship. She liked him and loved him, but she wasn’t in love with him. They had just broken free, she really wanted it to stay that way.
“I really like you.” He replied.
“I like you, too, but why can’t we be just be friends?” She rushed the words out, before he could say something like he was in love with her.
He frowned, “Maybe that would be better.”
“Sam, I just can’t...” She looked down at her feet.
“I know.” he said softly, “You’re probably the worst friend ever though.”
Her head shot up, “What?” Her Cheerio-ness returning.
“No, not like that.” He rushed to say, “I meant cause you’re so beautiful, it’s unfair really that you know we used to date, but now I’m just a friend.”
“Oh.” She smiled, sadly, and returned to staring at their feet.
“Do me one favor, Quinn?” Sam leaned in closer to her, his voice dropping.
“Anything.” She replied, silently adding except getting back together.
He looked serious, “Don’t immediately jump back into the dating scene, I don’t think I could handle seeing you and Puckerman back together by Monday.”
“Don’t worry, that isn’t going to happen.” Quinn cast a look across the gym floor, Puck and Santana were basically dry-humping to the slow music.
“And I’ll give you the same curtsey. I mean they have no idea we’ve been broken up all this time, so it would look bad if either of us started trying to be with other people publicly.” He continued, his gaze upon a random dancing couple.
Later, as they drank semi-warm punch and sat one of the makeshift tables set up on half of the floor. She slipped the promise ring she had been wearing for two years into his hand.
“Oh.” He looked at the small golden ring, they had grown since he first given it to her.
She wanted to look away, but she knew she had to maintain eye-contact through this. The ring was their last tie. He still had hope while she still had the ring. Now she didn’t, it was really over.
He looked up, and smiled, “One last dance?”
She nodded, “Okay.”
He took her hand, helping her up, and leading her onto the dance floor. The DJ must have knew because the newest club hit changed to something slow and bittersweet.
Step out the door and it feels like rain
That's the sound (that's the sound) on your window pane
Take to the streets but you can't ignore
That's the sound (that's the sound) you're waiting for
His hands on her hips weighed on her mood. This was harder than she had thought. She didn’t want to hurt him, and despite the smile he was trying to keep on, she knew that giving back his ring had hurt him. They had technically been broken up for two months, the charade for the glee club had been nothing more than a that. They hadn’t even hung out alone for long periods of time for longer than two months. They hadn’t kissed in weeks, she didn’t understand how he didn’t feel the lack of spark.
If ever your world starts crashing down
Whenever your world starts crashing down
Whenever your world starts crashing down
That's where you'll find me
OOOO
Senior Year:
Finn Hudson asking her to prom had been a slight shock. Ever since he broke up with Rachel at the beginning of junior year, Finn had enjoyed the single life. He had made his way through the Cheerios almost as quickly as Brittany had made her way through the football players.
“Quinn, you were my first girlfriend in high school, my first love, I think that we need to take things full circle, and go to prom together.” Finn grinned down at her, after cornering her after glee rehearsal.
No one else was going to ask the former girlfriend of Sam Evans. Their relationship had been over for a year, and most of the guys still feared a wrath from one of the heads of the popular crowd. Quinn didn’t really care, she had always intended on making at least one year (or period longer than a couple months) about herself. Self-discovery without an attachment of some kind.
It had been pretty amazing. And she and Sam managed to remain friends. It wasn’t like they could have avoided each other, Sam didn’t want to quit glee just because the awkwardness that lasted for all of six days.
There wasn’t any romance with this prom. Finn was the perfect gentleman, and it was a nice way to round out their high school careers. Quinn was content, except having to deal with Rachel Berry’s staring. Knowing Finn was still infatuated with the annoying little poop, Quinn played up laughing at Finn’s jokes and putting her hand on his forearm, hoping that this would prompt Rachel to do something to fix their damaged relationship.
“You know, I always thought I’d be here with you, even when we first started dating.” Finn remarked as they made their way to the punch table after dancing to some uber fast song that left them both breathless.
Quinn smiled, “I used to think about that.”
“It’s strange how everything has turned out.” He said, glumly.
She sighed, “Just go to her.”
He raised an eyebrow, “What?”
“Rachel, go to her.” Quinn poured punch for both of them, knowing Finn would spill it if he had to pour.
“We’re over, I don’t...” He stumbled.
“You do still love her, and she has been staring at you all night.” The punch was colder than the year before, Quinn smiled at that fact, “Go make things right, before it’s too late.”
Finn started to smile, “You really think she’ll want to?”
Quinn nodded, “Yes.”
“But, I’m your date.” He replied taking a deep breath, and frowning.
“You brought me here, we danced, and you’ll give me a ride home, that’s all that’s required of you, now go.”
Quinn felt good about herself twenty minutes later when she saw Finn and Rachel dancing, slow and close. A pang of loneliness as she realized that it was her senior prom and she was alone went through her, but she replaced human companionship with chocolate-covered strawberries from the small buffet of dessert foods.
“Hey.” Mike Chang greeted as he and Tina Cohen-Chang slid into the seats of the table she was sitting at.
“Hey.” Quinn repeated, staring happily at the strawberry in her hand.
“So, Finn and Rachel?” Tina asked, looking quickly at the now grinning couple.
Quinn smirked, “Back together, at last.”
Tina groaned, “Thank god the year is almost over then, I don’t think glee club could handle their pairing again.”
“I don’t think the world can handle that couple.” Mercedes commented as she, Santana, and Puck joined the table.
“I think I’m gonna vomit.” Santana looked like it, too.
Puck groaned, “Oh, let them be. It’s better than that time that Jesse kid was in the group.”
Similar grunts and sighs were let out among the group.
“Where’s Artie and Brittany?” Mike asked, noticing the missing members of their group.
Quinn snorted softly. It was no surprise that the on-again-off-again relationship of Artie and Brittany was absent at prom.
“Artie said something about prom being to lame.” Mercedes replied.
“Meaning he and Britt are broken up for the day.” Santana laughed.
Somehow over the span of the years, they had went from people who sang together to actual friends. Quinn, Santana and Brittany lost their Cheerio elitism to the formerly know group of rag-tag misfits and losers. Quinn had friends that were there for more than just her popularity.
The rest of her senior prom was a blur of group bonding before they were tore apart by graduation and real life, and dancing. She had to keep her composure when Rachel’s surprise of “Don’t Stop Believing” came over the speakers. A tear escaped when the second verse hit.
OOOO
28 Years Old (AKA Ten years after senior year):
Quinn Fabray couldn’t really grasp that she was once again in the McKinley High School Gymnasium for prom. This time, she wasn’t a teenager. She was a teacher. A math teacher. Yes, a former Cheerio who got out of Lima, saw the world, got a college degree, and came back to Lima.
She felt like a hypocrite, sometimes. But right now, she was just focused on the fact that it was the third prom that she had been to that she was alone.
“Feels like we’re stuck in a loop, doesn’t it?” Mr. Shue said, walking up to her, he handed her a glass of chilled punch.
“Yeah.” She said downing a large portion of the drink, once it hit her tongue though, she had to keep from spitting it out. “UGH! This was spiked.”
Will took a sip of his own, “Uh, yeah, bet it was Zia.”
They both looked at Zia Puckerman, the female version of her older brother. She was grinding against some football player that was obviously under the girl’s charms.
“If the flask-shaped bulge in her dress is any indication, I’d say she’s the culprit.” Quinn agreed.
Mr. Shue, or Will as he insisted, was her closest friend. It was strange, most of her classmates had actually made it out of Lima, not to return. Puck was included, even though Quinn had stated otherwise many years ago.
Lima was a dying town. The school was smaller, the town was smaller, it was sad. There wasn’t many in her age group...or Will’s for that matter.
That’s the excuse she used for their Friday Movie Nights. They never called it dating. They just went to the theatre or stayed in at Will’s apartment watching movies from the 1950s. She still had an occasional date, and he still made out with various choir instructors.
He was Will Schuester, most of the times. But when they were confined within the walls of MHS, she still thought of him as Mr. Shue.
“I’ll go tell Sue.” Will was already walking away before Quinn turned her head to look at him. In his ambiguously close to forty age, he was still hot. In a tux, she felt like that fifteen-year-old girl who would whisper to Santana during rehearsal about how nice his bod probably was under those clothes.
She blushed as she thought of the once she had seen him without a t-shirt. He had been sick, she had made him soup. He fell asleep, his head on her lap as they watched Singin’ In The Rain.
He was such a brat when he’s sick, she laughed softly to herself, before finding him in the crowd of dancing teenagers.
It took him a couple minutes in the presence of a pissed Sue Sylvester, before he made his way back to Quinn. She had been so busy watching the Zia Puckerman, Will and Sue exchange that she didn’t even realize they were playing country music made before 2015.
“Want to dance?” Will asked with a smile, he was also happy about the old music.
They both were impeccably dressed, even though Quinn’s dress wasn’t quite a prom dress. But the younger generation could appreciate the hotness of Ms. Fabray and Mr. Schuester dancing together. A couple students even noted how closely he was holding her, the way his hands were possessively resting on her hips, and the way she smiled up at him.
If tomorrow never comes
Will she know how much I loved her
Did I try in every way to show her every day
That she's my only one
And if my time on earth were through
And she must face the world without me
Is the love I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes
Quinn was worried about the constant Will thoughts that were invading her mind as they swayed ever so slowly. She tried to ignore the heat of his hands, or how good it felt to be so close to him. She wasn’t even thinking of how he might step on her feet, an irrational fear caused by dating Finn and Sam in high school.
Now I live with the regret
That my true feelings for them never were revealed
So I made a promise to myself
To say each day how much she means to me
And avoid that circumstance
Where there's no second chance to tell her how I feel
She really wanted to know what was going through his head, as he grinned down at her. All she could wonder was if he was as confused as she was, or if he was thinking about having the glee club cover the song playing. Mr. Shue was gone, though as they moved together, replaced in the dim lighting and music by her best friend, Will.
So tell that someone that you love
Just what you're thinking of
If tomorrow never comes
The music ended, only to be replaced with the latest pop song.
“Everyone is staring.” Will said, his voice low.
Quinn looked around, he was right. Students were fixated on them, as was Sue and the other various faculty members that had been forced to chaperon the prom.
She laughed, “Well, I think we should give them something to see.”
“Huh?” He looked dumbfounded as she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.
It took him maybe two seconds to respond, before he was kissing her back with just as much force as she was kissing him. One hand going to her hair, to hold her in place, the other hand tightening his grip on her. Her hands found their way to his hair, and she pulled him down even more.
They were pressed as closely as possible, and Quinn’s only thoughts were how good Will kissed. Will’s thoughts were gone and he battled for dominance in her mouth.
“ENOUGH!” Sue yelled, pulling them apart, “This is a school function, get a room!”
Quinn bit her lip to keep from laughing at the expression on Will’s face.
“Sorry, Sue.” Will reddened.
“Just go, you two.” Sue shook her head.
Will grabbed Quinn’s hand and they basically ran outside. He pushed her against the brick of the exterior of the gym. It was seasonably warm, but Quinn felt even hotter pressed against Will, as he resumed their kiss.
“EWW!” The voice broke through the muffled music and the sound of Will kissing her.
They broke apart, Zia was standing mouth gaped, cigarette in hand.
“Miss Puckerman.” Will nodded his head, and turned to leave, Quinn’s hand in his.
“Smoking kills.” Quinn commented, before Will dragged her to his car.
She saw the cigarette fall from Zia’s hand.
But all thoughts were erased, as Will pulled her into a hug.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He murmured into her hair.
“Me, too.” She smiled into his chest.
Her first prom that she wasn’t leaving single. It was perfect.
The End.
AN:
First song: All Falls Down by OneRepublic
Second song: If Tomorrow Never Comes by Garth Brooks
Zia Puckerman-Puck does have a sister, but she doesn’t have name, I gave her the name Zia because I have a Jewish friend named Zia and it’s pretty badass.
Written by labels 304
Summary: The three times Quinn Fabray went to prom. Sam/Quinn, Finn/Quinn (friendship). Major in Quinn/Will.
Spoliers-Up to "Furt" nothing much really.
Musical Inspiration: Perfect by Alexz Johnson
Maybe I don't say all the right things
Maybe I stumble on my words
Maybe I laugh at all the wrong times
Maybe I mumble and I curse
The best I can do is to be myself
And I hope it's enough to make you proud
I can't explain just why I'm actin' this way
I can't control it, so I go with it
I'm just a girl, I won't be changin' the world
And boy you know that, I'm not perfect
But I'm perfect for you
OOOO
Junior Year:
No one believed that Sam and Quinn were going to last. Especially the Glee members. The running bet had been going on since they had won the duet contest. Quinn really just wanted to prove Rachel and Santana wrong. That’s why even though they had broken up two months before, Sam had taken Quinn to prom and even helped with the ruse for the last couple weeks.
It had just gotten boring for both of them. Sam was a nice guy and Quinn did care for him, but two years together was more than they could handle. The chemistry wasn’t there and neither of them wanted to miss out on something with a real spark.
He still smiled and held her close as a slow song filled the McKinley gymnasium.
“I’m glad that we’re here.” Sam said, when the music paused momentarily before the next song started.
She grinned back, “Me, too.”
He sighed and looked out at the other couples before returning to Quinn, “I think maybe we were hasty in breaking up.”
“What?” She started to internally panic. If he wanted to get back together, she would cry. He was too nice of a guy to reject, especially considering how peaceful and sweet he had been during their relationship. She liked him and loved him, but she wasn’t in love with him. They had just broken free, she really wanted it to stay that way.
“I really like you.” He replied.
“I like you, too, but why can’t we be just be friends?” She rushed the words out, before he could say something like he was in love with her.
He frowned, “Maybe that would be better.”
“Sam, I just can’t...” She looked down at her feet.
“I know.” he said softly, “You’re probably the worst friend ever though.”
Her head shot up, “What?” Her Cheerio-ness returning.
“No, not like that.” He rushed to say, “I meant cause you’re so beautiful, it’s unfair really that you know we used to date, but now I’m just a friend.”
“Oh.” She smiled, sadly, and returned to staring at their feet.
“Do me one favor, Quinn?” Sam leaned in closer to her, his voice dropping.
“Anything.” She replied, silently adding except getting back together.
He looked serious, “Don’t immediately jump back into the dating scene, I don’t think I could handle seeing you and Puckerman back together by Monday.”
“Don’t worry, that isn’t going to happen.” Quinn cast a look across the gym floor, Puck and Santana were basically dry-humping to the slow music.
“And I’ll give you the same curtsey. I mean they have no idea we’ve been broken up all this time, so it would look bad if either of us started trying to be with other people publicly.” He continued, his gaze upon a random dancing couple.
Later, as they drank semi-warm punch and sat one of the makeshift tables set up on half of the floor. She slipped the promise ring she had been wearing for two years into his hand.
“Oh.” He looked at the small golden ring, they had grown since he first given it to her.
She wanted to look away, but she knew she had to maintain eye-contact through this. The ring was their last tie. He still had hope while she still had the ring. Now she didn’t, it was really over.
He looked up, and smiled, “One last dance?”
She nodded, “Okay.”
He took her hand, helping her up, and leading her onto the dance floor. The DJ must have knew because the newest club hit changed to something slow and bittersweet.
Step out the door and it feels like rain
That's the sound (that's the sound) on your window pane
Take to the streets but you can't ignore
That's the sound (that's the sound) you're waiting for
His hands on her hips weighed on her mood. This was harder than she had thought. She didn’t want to hurt him, and despite the smile he was trying to keep on, she knew that giving back his ring had hurt him. They had technically been broken up for two months, the charade for the glee club had been nothing more than a that. They hadn’t even hung out alone for long periods of time for longer than two months. They hadn’t kissed in weeks, she didn’t understand how he didn’t feel the lack of spark.
If ever your world starts crashing down
Whenever your world starts crashing down
Whenever your world starts crashing down
That's where you'll find me
OOOO
Senior Year:
Finn Hudson asking her to prom had been a slight shock. Ever since he broke up with Rachel at the beginning of junior year, Finn had enjoyed the single life. He had made his way through the Cheerios almost as quickly as Brittany had made her way through the football players.
“Quinn, you were my first girlfriend in high school, my first love, I think that we need to take things full circle, and go to prom together.” Finn grinned down at her, after cornering her after glee rehearsal.
No one else was going to ask the former girlfriend of Sam Evans. Their relationship had been over for a year, and most of the guys still feared a wrath from one of the heads of the popular crowd. Quinn didn’t really care, she had always intended on making at least one year (or period longer than a couple months) about herself. Self-discovery without an attachment of some kind.
It had been pretty amazing. And she and Sam managed to remain friends. It wasn’t like they could have avoided each other, Sam didn’t want to quit glee just because the awkwardness that lasted for all of six days.
There wasn’t any romance with this prom. Finn was the perfect gentleman, and it was a nice way to round out their high school careers. Quinn was content, except having to deal with Rachel Berry’s staring. Knowing Finn was still infatuated with the annoying little poop, Quinn played up laughing at Finn’s jokes and putting her hand on his forearm, hoping that this would prompt Rachel to do something to fix their damaged relationship.
“You know, I always thought I’d be here with you, even when we first started dating.” Finn remarked as they made their way to the punch table after dancing to some uber fast song that left them both breathless.
Quinn smiled, “I used to think about that.”
“It’s strange how everything has turned out.” He said, glumly.
She sighed, “Just go to her.”
He raised an eyebrow, “What?”
“Rachel, go to her.” Quinn poured punch for both of them, knowing Finn would spill it if he had to pour.
“We’re over, I don’t...” He stumbled.
“You do still love her, and she has been staring at you all night.” The punch was colder than the year before, Quinn smiled at that fact, “Go make things right, before it’s too late.”
Finn started to smile, “You really think she’ll want to?”
Quinn nodded, “Yes.”
“But, I’m your date.” He replied taking a deep breath, and frowning.
“You brought me here, we danced, and you’ll give me a ride home, that’s all that’s required of you, now go.”
Quinn felt good about herself twenty minutes later when she saw Finn and Rachel dancing, slow and close. A pang of loneliness as she realized that it was her senior prom and she was alone went through her, but she replaced human companionship with chocolate-covered strawberries from the small buffet of dessert foods.
“Hey.” Mike Chang greeted as he and Tina Cohen-Chang slid into the seats of the table she was sitting at.
“Hey.” Quinn repeated, staring happily at the strawberry in her hand.
“So, Finn and Rachel?” Tina asked, looking quickly at the now grinning couple.
Quinn smirked, “Back together, at last.”
Tina groaned, “Thank god the year is almost over then, I don’t think glee club could handle their pairing again.”
“I don’t think the world can handle that couple.” Mercedes commented as she, Santana, and Puck joined the table.
“I think I’m gonna vomit.” Santana looked like it, too.
Puck groaned, “Oh, let them be. It’s better than that time that Jesse kid was in the group.”
Similar grunts and sighs were let out among the group.
“Where’s Artie and Brittany?” Mike asked, noticing the missing members of their group.
Quinn snorted softly. It was no surprise that the on-again-off-again relationship of Artie and Brittany was absent at prom.
“Artie said something about prom being to lame.” Mercedes replied.
“Meaning he and Britt are broken up for the day.” Santana laughed.
Somehow over the span of the years, they had went from people who sang together to actual friends. Quinn, Santana and Brittany lost their Cheerio elitism to the formerly know group of rag-tag misfits and losers. Quinn had friends that were there for more than just her popularity.
The rest of her senior prom was a blur of group bonding before they were tore apart by graduation and real life, and dancing. She had to keep her composure when Rachel’s surprise of “Don’t Stop Believing” came over the speakers. A tear escaped when the second verse hit.
OOOO
28 Years Old (AKA Ten years after senior year):
Quinn Fabray couldn’t really grasp that she was once again in the McKinley High School Gymnasium for prom. This time, she wasn’t a teenager. She was a teacher. A math teacher. Yes, a former Cheerio who got out of Lima, saw the world, got a college degree, and came back to Lima.
She felt like a hypocrite, sometimes. But right now, she was just focused on the fact that it was the third prom that she had been to that she was alone.
“Feels like we’re stuck in a loop, doesn’t it?” Mr. Shue said, walking up to her, he handed her a glass of chilled punch.
“Yeah.” She said downing a large portion of the drink, once it hit her tongue though, she had to keep from spitting it out. “UGH! This was spiked.”
Will took a sip of his own, “Uh, yeah, bet it was Zia.”
They both looked at Zia Puckerman, the female version of her older brother. She was grinding against some football player that was obviously under the girl’s charms.
“If the flask-shaped bulge in her dress is any indication, I’d say she’s the culprit.” Quinn agreed.
Mr. Shue, or Will as he insisted, was her closest friend. It was strange, most of her classmates had actually made it out of Lima, not to return. Puck was included, even though Quinn had stated otherwise many years ago.
Lima was a dying town. The school was smaller, the town was smaller, it was sad. There wasn’t many in her age group...or Will’s for that matter.
That’s the excuse she used for their Friday Movie Nights. They never called it dating. They just went to the theatre or stayed in at Will’s apartment watching movies from the 1950s. She still had an occasional date, and he still made out with various choir instructors.
He was Will Schuester, most of the times. But when they were confined within the walls of MHS, she still thought of him as Mr. Shue.
“I’ll go tell Sue.” Will was already walking away before Quinn turned her head to look at him. In his ambiguously close to forty age, he was still hot. In a tux, she felt like that fifteen-year-old girl who would whisper to Santana during rehearsal about how nice his bod probably was under those clothes.
She blushed as she thought of the once she had seen him without a t-shirt. He had been sick, she had made him soup. He fell asleep, his head on her lap as they watched Singin’ In The Rain.
He was such a brat when he’s sick, she laughed softly to herself, before finding him in the crowd of dancing teenagers.
It took him a couple minutes in the presence of a pissed Sue Sylvester, before he made his way back to Quinn. She had been so busy watching the Zia Puckerman, Will and Sue exchange that she didn’t even realize they were playing country music made before 2015.
“Want to dance?” Will asked with a smile, he was also happy about the old music.
They both were impeccably dressed, even though Quinn’s dress wasn’t quite a prom dress. But the younger generation could appreciate the hotness of Ms. Fabray and Mr. Schuester dancing together. A couple students even noted how closely he was holding her, the way his hands were possessively resting on her hips, and the way she smiled up at him.
If tomorrow never comes
Will she know how much I loved her
Did I try in every way to show her every day
That she's my only one
And if my time on earth were through
And she must face the world without me
Is the love I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes
Quinn was worried about the constant Will thoughts that were invading her mind as they swayed ever so slowly. She tried to ignore the heat of his hands, or how good it felt to be so close to him. She wasn’t even thinking of how he might step on her feet, an irrational fear caused by dating Finn and Sam in high school.
Now I live with the regret
That my true feelings for them never were revealed
So I made a promise to myself
To say each day how much she means to me
And avoid that circumstance
Where there's no second chance to tell her how I feel
She really wanted to know what was going through his head, as he grinned down at her. All she could wonder was if he was as confused as she was, or if he was thinking about having the glee club cover the song playing. Mr. Shue was gone, though as they moved together, replaced in the dim lighting and music by her best friend, Will.
So tell that someone that you love
Just what you're thinking of
If tomorrow never comes
The music ended, only to be replaced with the latest pop song.
“Everyone is staring.” Will said, his voice low.
Quinn looked around, he was right. Students were fixated on them, as was Sue and the other various faculty members that had been forced to chaperon the prom.
She laughed, “Well, I think we should give them something to see.”
“Huh?” He looked dumbfounded as she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.
It took him maybe two seconds to respond, before he was kissing her back with just as much force as she was kissing him. One hand going to her hair, to hold her in place, the other hand tightening his grip on her. Her hands found their way to his hair, and she pulled him down even more.
They were pressed as closely as possible, and Quinn’s only thoughts were how good Will kissed. Will’s thoughts were gone and he battled for dominance in her mouth.
“ENOUGH!” Sue yelled, pulling them apart, “This is a school function, get a room!”
Quinn bit her lip to keep from laughing at the expression on Will’s face.
“Sorry, Sue.” Will reddened.
“Just go, you two.” Sue shook her head.
Will grabbed Quinn’s hand and they basically ran outside. He pushed her against the brick of the exterior of the gym. It was seasonably warm, but Quinn felt even hotter pressed against Will, as he resumed their kiss.
“EWW!” The voice broke through the muffled music and the sound of Will kissing her.
They broke apart, Zia was standing mouth gaped, cigarette in hand.
“Miss Puckerman.” Will nodded his head, and turned to leave, Quinn’s hand in his.
“Smoking kills.” Quinn commented, before Will dragged her to his car.
She saw the cigarette fall from Zia’s hand.
But all thoughts were erased, as Will pulled her into a hug.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He murmured into her hair.
“Me, too.” She smiled into his chest.
Her first prom that she wasn’t leaving single. It was perfect.
The End.
AN:
First song: All Falls Down by OneRepublic
Second song: If Tomorrow Never Comes by Garth Brooks
Zia Puckerman-Puck does have a sister, but she doesn’t have name, I gave her the name Zia because I have a Jewish friend named Zia and it’s pretty badass.