wherever i go, trouble seems to follow.
JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL.
If there was something Quinn knew, it was struggle.
All her life, she had struggled to know her God, her face, her family, herself. Along the way, her struggles had determined the friends she’d made, the boys she’d kissed, and the would-be friends she’d pushed aside.
Quinn Fabray had led a cheerleading squad to victory, had supported a glee club to its attainment of national prestige, and had even brought another human being into existence.
Reading books, tucked away in the corner, had been her connection to Lucy. But Lucy hadn’t been cut out for the world of Quinn Fabray. Quinn had been a shield, a defense.
A lie that had become truth somewhere along the way.
But if Lucy had taught Quinn anything, it was that there was true merit to being faithful to yourself.
Despite the struggles.
“What are you thinking?”
The words barely escaped Quinn’s lips as her lungs exhaled them outward with a courage that had been building half her life and with gumption that she didn’t know she had accumulated inside herself somewhere along the way.
But she was met with an unfamiliar stillness.
If there was one person who seemed self-assured, self-righteous, and self-confident beyond all others, it was Rachel Berry. Hesitancy was not typical of her character.
And yet…
Silence.
Quinn would have given anything to hear what the girl was thinking, quiet and still below her.
I wish I could—
or
You have no idea—
or even
Your lips look unbelievably soft…
Quinn had struggled.
She had struggled from day one on a seemingly endless timeline of pain and frustration, dues paid, and rewards earned but misplaced.
But here she was anyway—begging, pleading for this one chance happenstance to swing in her favor.
Let her see, her thoughts raged while her body remained steadfast, let her see that she is all there ever was.
Because, for Quinn, the answers were
I can—
and
I have some idea—
and
Trust me, yours do too…
Not even a quiver shook Rachel’s lips, but her body spoke where her mind could not. Her hesitancy in action was no match for the true desire of her heart; Rachel’s body moved of its own volition, and who was Quinn to argue?
Head, ducked; lips, touched; breath, caught.
If they weren’t destined for this moment, then Quinn surely didn’t know the meaning of the word.
Who was I ever and what could I have been in the absence of this?
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
The reciprocity of touch, the surge of passion, the way Quinn’s lips visibly wiped away the slightest hint of surprise.
“You are mine,” Rachel whispered.
There was the confidence, the courage, the girl of Quinn’s greatest realities.
The searing, verbal brand of ownership was nothing, to Quinn, if not everything.
“Always have been,” she replied. “Always will be.”
Kaelyn: You take forever to get ready & I’m hungry.
Lucy: I just got off a 12 hour flight!
Kaelyn: Too bad.
Kaelyn & Lucy, October 2012
This is a perfect gif.
This is the first HD gif I’ve seen!
how
Can you imagine if Pepper and Tony were to ever have kids that in the delivery room the nurse would try to hand Tony the baby and he’d just look at it like
i don’t like to be handed things