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[loserlikewe]

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high  school  was  her  new  beginning.  it  was  quinn’s  chance  to  get  everything  right  —  become  likable  and  prove  herself  as  something  more  than  what  everyone  thought  of  her.  now  she’s  part  of  the  popular  clique,  and  for  once  it  was  a  breath  of  fresh  air  to  be  at  the  top.  people  fear  her,  want  to  be  her,  and  it’s  like  the  life  of  lucy  fabray  was  all  just  a  bad  dream.  what  she  didn’t  expect  once  she  had  everything  she’s  ever  wanted,  was  to  have  to  have  to  experience  it  without  her  best  friend  at  her  side.

the  ultimatum  that  the  cheerios  issued  on  her  lingered  in  quinn’s  thoughts  everyday.  she  won’t  forget  the  pain  she  caused  rachel  and  the  look  she  had  when  she  threw  that  slushie  in  her  face.  at  least  with  the  power  quinn  had  now,  she  was  able  to  make  it  so  that  she  was  the  only  person  who  could  slushie  her  — it  wasn’t  any  better,  but  she’d  rather  rachel’s  assailant  be  herself  than  anyone  else.  the  part  she  played  came  with  a  lot  of  guilt.

“  you  really  think  i  could  manage  to  throw  a  slushie  at  you  without  issuing  an  apology?  ”  she  plops  onto  the  edge  of  rachel’s  bed,  sighing  as  she  tugs  the  brunette  by  her  hand  and  pulls  her  onto  her  lap.  “  it’s  still  no  better,  ”  she  murmurs  quietly,  arms  snaking  around  her  best  friend’s  waist.  being  as  close  to  her  as  possible  had  always  given  her  comfort,  even  as  regret  fills  her  eyes.  “  i  miss  you,  rae.  ” @animalsweaters​

[awesomegaydar]

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meme / an assortment of kisses

14. an almost kiss

Its just a walk, that’s what she keeps telling herself. Lima is eerily quiet late at night, and the light posts barely illuminate the path ahead. She thinks about pulling out her phone just to brighten up the rest of their walk, but Rachel’s got her arm hooked around her’s and Santana has the absurd feeling that if she moves, its over. If she flinches, like a startled cat, like if she were display the smallest ounce of hesitation Rachel would pull away, and they’ll have to walk to her porch with a few inches between them. 

“       Look, maybe Artie will grow up to be this generation’s Steven Spielberg, but what does Spielberg know about musicals? You wouldn’t trust him to direct an onscreen production of Cats without making it into some traumatizing, live action nightmare that you’ll want to bleach from your retinas just to make sure you never have to see a CGI cat man ever again anyway. Who gives a damn about what he thinks?” They’re coming up close; Santana needs to get home before her mom notices she’s gone in the first place (she can’t remember the last time she snuck out her own window to see someone, let alone Rachel Berry). 

“All I’m saying is, don’t take his criticism seriously, Rachel. He’s an idiot, a hall-of-fame moron. They all are, but you’re not.” 

And she stops, at the edge of Rachel’s porch, where she can see the light of Rachel’s dads’ bedroom still on. She doesn’t know why it makes her nervous, she doesn’t get nervous, but for some reason she finds herself wondering what Leroy and Hiram Berry would think of her. Really think of her. Santana exhales, finally letting go to fix the collar of the leather jacket she’d put around Rachel’s shoulders earlier, and when she smooths her hands over it, she looks down at the small space that’s left between them. They’re close, too close, and when she looks up she swears Rachel’s looking at her like she wants to kiss her. 

So Santana leans in, just as Leroy Berry opens the front door and Santana tenses with her lips hovering over the corner of Rachel’s mouth, and kisses her cheek instead. She waves at Leroy from the steps of his porch, forgetting her jacket and slipping away down the sidewalk without another word. 

She doesn’t realize her hands are shaking until she’s jiggling with the keys to the front door of her own house.

[vocaladrcnaline]

it  was  so  easy  to  justify  in  his  head,  how  the  end  of  their  relationship  had  happened.  rachel  had  hurt  him,  he  had  hurt  her,  he  had  manipulated  her.  end  of  story,  curtains  drawn.  it  was  harder  when  she  was  in  front  of  her  because  his  stomach  was  still  in  knots,  his  breath  still  caught.  it  was  hard  to  remember  if  a  fourth  consecutive  national  title  was  worth  it  (  it  wasn’t.  )  not  when  he  had  seen  her  face  droop  as  soon  as  she  had  realized  what  was  happening,  not  the  utter  look  of  betrayal  had  shone  bright  in  her  eyes. 

his  jaw  locks  as  he  looks  at  her,  eyes  studying  her  face  for  a  moment  before  he  turns  on  his  heel.  he  lingers  in  the  doorway,  hand  gripping  it,  feeling  simultaneously  broken  &  like  he  was  a  monster  of  the  worst  kind, 

“  you  deserve  better.  than  me,  than  finn,  than  anyone  in  this  place.  you’re  a  star,  rachel.  “  

for me, it was enough / @animalsweaters​

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[awesomegaydar-a]

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[theirquarterback]

HE’S  EARLY  --  for  once  in  twenty  years  of  life.             but  tonight  was  SPECIAL  ;  it  was  the  culmination  of  everything  rachel  had  worked  for  in  lima  --  every  solo  &  tear  led  her  here.               &&  GOD  did  she  SHINE  !!            his  cheeks  feel  like  they’re  going  to  crack  from  smiling  this  hard  --  for  if  anyone  was  BORN  FOR  BROADWAY  ,      it  was  miss  rachel  berry.       nothing  could  keep  him  from  being  here  for  her  --------------------  nothing  was  going  to  leave  an  empty  seat  where  he  should  be.

HE’S  THE  FIRST  ON  HIS  FEET  WHEN  SHE  TAKES  HER  FINAL  BOW  --  his  lungs  beg  him  to  stop  screaming  for  her  but  he  doesn’t  care.           he  can’t  remember  being  this  excited  in  his  life.               &&  when  he  gets  the  chance,            he  practically  shoves  his  way  to  the  back  ----------  flashing  his  special  pass  --------  to  make  it  to  her  dressing  room.              he  greets  her  with  a  grin  &  sweeps  her  off  her  feet  ;  spins  her  round  tight  to  his  chest.               ❛     YOU  WERE  AMAZING  !    ❜           he  sets  her  down  &  cups  her  face.            ❛      i’ve  never  been  more  proud  of  you.       i  always  knew  you’d  blow  the  world  away.     ❜    /  @animalsweaters

[loserlikewe]

@animalsweaters​

the main doors to mckinley high opened, and in arrives quinn, propped up on crutches. she has a red cast on her right ankle; red because they suit her cheerios uniform, despite not being able to do any cheer stunts for a while. she’ll be cheering from the sidelines. after the day of the slushie incident, quinn marched over to sue’s office to quit the cheerios. as much as she tried to, sue remained brutally stubborn to let her quit, said that she wasn’t allowed to quit anyway, and demanded she went to practice immediately. sue admitted that she was one of the best on the squad despite only being a freshman, and quinn took that to heart. she thought maybe it was a good thing because since that slushie incident, she could use her cheerio reputation to protect rachel. she couldn’t care less about what everyone else thought about the brunette. rachel is quinn’s best friend, and she wasn’t going to lose her over anything.

that day, the squad wasn’t too happy when they heard about quinn’s ultimatum, to keep rachel off limits or they deal with the blonde’s wrath. when they were practicing one of their routines, quinn was thrown into the air (thankfully not too high enough) and some of the cheerios dropped her on purpose, causing her to break her ankle. she was taken to the hospital afterwards and was told she’d be on crutches for two months. rumor has it that sue made matters worse for the squad while she’s been in recovery; she guessed she was enraged that she lost one of her star cheerios of the year for some time, but she recalls sue saying she’d at least be a cheer team manager for now.

avoiding looks from everyone in the halls, quinn immediately goes searching for rachel, hoping that the brunette would be at her locker by now. the fact that she’s in crutches didn’t change her stance at school; quinn could still strut through the halls with her crutches, lips slightly pursed, and narrowed eyes piercing through everyone that got in her way. until she caught sight of her best friend. her gaze softens, and she makes her way towards rachel as quick and carefully as she could. “rach!” she hasn’t told her about her incident just yet, afraid rachel would go and confront the cheerios on her own to give them a piece of their mind. although with the way word spreads around school, this town, she wouldn’t be surprised if she’d found out already.