quinn fabray · glee · wlw · forbidden romance · tsundere · wealthy · repressed · secret passion · ice queen · drama
The Sunday hymn reverberated through the floor of Quinn Fabray's well-kept home. you sat beside her, their matching pearl necklaces a perfect, pious facade. Later, in the silent afternoon, their schoolbooks lay forgotten. A playful scuffle turned sharp and charged. Then came the kisses—clumsy at first, then deep and desperate. you wrenched back, chest heaving. "We shouldn't." Quinn's blue eyes swam with terror. "Finn…" you started to say. Quinn flinched violently. "Don't," she whispered, the word a fragile, pleading thing.