I wrote this after a tumblr request for a Jeff and Quinn fic. Before I start, can I just say – Riker Lynch. WOW. That guy can dance.
It's currently a one shot, but I can continue if people enjoy it? Let me know what you think 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Obviously…It would devote 39 minutes every week to Dalton, if I did. Anyhow, enjoy :]
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Jeff and Quinn
Regional's was over. They had won, but Quinn wasn't happy. She had seen Finn watching Rachel sing her ballad. As soon as they got offstage, she hunted through her New Directions colleagues (pushing Tina out of her way), intending to kiss Finn in front of Rachel, and hopefully end any potential relationship. But she couldn't find them.
She walked through the entire theatre, until she heard voices in the dressing room. Looking around the corner, she saw them alone, talking softly. Remaining hidden behind the large plants, she shuffled closer to listen to them.
"Rachel, I don't want Quinn", Finn was saying.
"Then why were you holding hands with her?", Rachel asked him, the hurt evident in her voice.
"She took my hand!" Finn yelled exasperatedly. "Rach, I made a mistake okay? Quinn only wants me to help her become prom queen."
Rachel looked at him silently, tears sliding out of corner of her eyes.
"It's always been you", Finn said more gently, wiping the tears from her cheeks. "I told you I loved you exactly a year ago, and I meant it. I still you, Rach. Always will".
Rachel fell into his arms. "I love you, too".
He kissed her hair, then using a a finger to tilt her chin up, kissed her lightly on the lips.
Quinn turned and fled, now crying herself. She came out of dressing area sobbing. "Hey…" A hand on her shoulder stopped her. She turned around, seeing Kurt. "What's wrong?" he asked her.
She shook her head and ran away.
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It had been a solid week since Regional's. Quinn had barely spoken to anyone since then. Several of them had asked her what was wrong, but she had given them a burning smoulder, and they left her alone after that.
The truth was, Quinn was hurt. She wanted to punch Rachel, but also curl up in a ball and cry. She couldn't talk to anyone at McKinely, they were all full of praises for Rachel this week. But she was lonely.
Wait, I do have a friend. He's not here, but he is someone to talk to…
Right after school let out, Quinn got her car and drove to Dalton.
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After wondering around Dalton for half an hour, she finally found a door with a sign saying 'Warblers'. She could hear voices issuing out of it, although it didn't seem to be a serious meeting. From what she could tell, they were discussing outfits. Apparently, they took tie colors seriously in this place. After a moment's hesitation, she raised a hand and knocked.
The door was opening by a blonde boy. A cute blonde boy. Quinn's eyes widened as she took in his long hair, brushed casually over one eye and well-built muscles, disguised but not hidden below his blazer.
"Quinn?" Kurt's voice took her out of her mental freakout. Calming her stomach, which was suddenly doing backflips, and turned to look at Kurt.
What was going on? She was Quinn Fabray. She didn't fall for guys, they fell for her.
"Kurt….I need to talk to someone", she told him quietly. He smiled kindly and nodded.
"Guys, give me a sec? I vote red" Kurt said to the room at large. "Oh by the way, Quinn, this is my boyfriend Blaine".
"Hi", she said softly. God, all these guys were gorgeous.
"Come on then". Kurt led her outside. She felt the blonde boys eyes on her as she passed, and turned back at the door. He was staring at her, not unkindly, but as though the wind had been knocked out of him.
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"So that's it. Finn chose Rachel. Over me. " she finished her story, sitting next to him, on a bench in the school gardens.
Kurt doesn't say anything for a while, just squeezes her hand.
"I'm sorry Quinn" he says softly. "But you need to let it go. Finn is my brother, and I know he is a good guy. If you really care about Finn, let him be happy."
She hiccupped and looked down at her hands.
"Listen, Quinn" Kurt continues, "Before I met Blaine, I would be the last person to ever say this, but – maybe he wasn't meant for you. I really do believe that now...if you are meant to be with someone, things will work out in the end. And if they don't, then you are meant for someone else.
She looked up at him, and smiled a little. "I hope so. Thanks, Kurt".
"No problem, babe" Kurt said, hugging her tight.
He sat back and wiped her cheeks.
"Everything okay?" It was Blaine, walking towards them. Behind him was the blonde guy and another Oriental-looking guy. Kurt got up and hugged his boyfriend.
"Yep". She smiled up at Blaine. He took in her red eyes but didn't say anything.
"I'm really happy for you guys".
Blaine smiled. "Thanks, Quinn".
The Oriental guy had started discussing costume choice again. Kurt joined in, viciously protesting the idea of yellow ties. "Honestly, you people would not know fashion if it walked past you, dressed as Lady Gaga".
"Hey". Quinn looked around, wondering who had spoken. It was the cute blonde boy, who was now standing next to her. There was another swooping feeling in her stomach.
Trying to act nonchalant, she gestured the seat next to her, and he sat down.
"You okay?" He asked.
She laughed. "Yea."
"Boyfriend troubles?" he asked her, knowingly.
"Ex-boyfriend troubles, actually" she grimaced.
"Oh." He smiled at little.
"What?" She asked him.
"Well, I know a great way to forgot about this stuff…" he trailed off.
She laughed. "Let me guess, singing?"
He looked taken aback. "How did you know?"
Quinn smiled. "I'm in show choir too, remember?"
"Oh, yeah" He looked down.
"I'd love to."
He looked back up at her with a grin on his face. "Saturday?"
"It's a date". She smiled at him, a little nervously, biting her lip but looking happy.
"It's a date", he confirmed. "What's your name, by the way?"
"Quinn".
"Jeff".