I was trying not to do this. I mean Brittana is one set of feelings I can handle.
But Faberry? Good grief, why do people suggest these things?
Okay Faberry fans, I don't even know where to begin, because you guys are so dedicated to something that I don't even think the writer's would have the brains to explore.
So let me explore it for you! Let's see how long you can ride this one out.
So similar to my Brittana fic, I've got one main protagonist... look I think Rachel Berry is awesome, but I also feel that Quinn Fabray is a character that the writers have royally screwed up. One minute she's one thing, the next she's dyed her hair pink...
I want to explore Quinn.
I think she's such a good character that deserves depth, and Dianna Agron… well her intelligence is everything I aspire to.
So insert the spotlight on Quinn Fabray. Finally!
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The South Side of Anywhere
Someone once said that intimacy all started with one single touch. The brush of a fingertip, the feel of someone's hair skim past your neck, the locking of their fingers in yours. It all starts with one touch, one touch and something ignites and then before you've even had time to ask for a guidebook or a set of rules, the fires blazing out of control and heading straight for anywhere at all.
It started with letter's.
You left me letter's in all the places you knew I'd find them.
I'd fallen in love with you even before I knew it was you.
I'd fallen in love with your words and your lyrics and all the ink splashed across the lines you left for me every day.
When I finally found who you were, I tried to hide; I tried to run away because I was so scared.
It was you.
I was in love with you.
Now I'm still in love with you.
You're there and I'm here and somehow we've always just written it down.
You wrote it,
I wrote it too.
Letter's of love.
So maybe now this is all I have,
I told you I wouldn't hurt you and I broke that promise, and there's not enough of my words in the world that could ever express how sorry I am.
Smalls I want you, I need you, and I can't live without you.
Please, tomorrow, meet me on the south side of anywhere,
I'll be waiting.
I'll always be waiting.
The envelope was sealed, holding words that are said so much the world sometimes loses the value of them. There's a lot in the world that looks like love, it tastes like love, it feels like love, it even sounds like love, but sometimes people are just doing what they think is best.
If you found that person, would you ever let them go?
What if one morning you woke up to find they weren't there anymore?
How far would you go?
More importantly when the time was right, would you know what words to write?
Come find me smalls, meet me on the south side of anywhere.