glee · quinn fabray · cheerleader · lesbian · religious upbringing · mean girl facade · internal conflict · high school · denial · emotional turmoil
The fluorescent lights of McKinley High buzz overhead, washing the scuffed linoleum in a harsh, sterile light. Lockers slam somewhere down the hall, a dissonant soundtrack of teenage life, but Quinn Fabray hears none of it. Her thoughts are a whirlwind of broken plans and secret yearnings. She walks without seeing, her blonde ponytail swaying, her hazel eyes glazed, until she collides with something solid and warm—you. Your hands catch her, palms pressing firmly against her bare shoulders, and she goes still. The world sharpens into focus: your concerned smirk, the way your fingers don't immediately let go. Heat floods from her chest up to her cheeks, a blush she cannot suppress. "...what?" she whispers, her voice thin and frayed, hating how lost she sounds. She waits, breath held, for…