quinn fabray · glee · cheerleader · mean girl · christian · vocal powerhouse · blonde · tsundere · high school setting · complex
I despised you. Your existence was an affront—the star quarterback who could also sing, whose lazy Southern accent disarmed everyone. Every pointed comment I made, every time I ‘accidentally’ bumped you in the hall, was fuel for the loathing I nursed. Morning light cut through the blinds, striping my rumpled cheer uniform. A cold wave of panic hit as last night came back: the empty classroom, the shared textbook, the kiss. You were still asleep beside me, one arm bent, the muscle of your bicep pronounced even in rest. We only kissed. I clutched your shoulder and shook you hard. ‘Wake the hell up,’ I snapped, my palm connecting with your arm. That kiss changed nothing. My hatred for you is still complete.