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You know that she’s watching. She’s laughing, she’s turning, she’s holding her tonic like a crux. The room suddenly spinning, she walks up and asks how you are so you can smell her perfume, you can see her lying naked in your arms.

He should have known she wouldn’t have stuck up with his nonsense. He did know, he had been warned. She had told him numerous times but he had learned a false and misleading lesson from his previous experiences that whenever you mess up, they always comes right back.

Soon reality, cold and heartless, began to set in. The good ones might stick around and beg for another go, the great ones forgive on rare occasion and ask to carry on but the best ones? They waste no time in realizing they deserved more than the shit you dished out.

Tina was the best one. The reddest, more delectable apple on the tree and he let her fall, hard and fast onto the ground and he didn’t bother to catch her as she fell to pick her up from the ground. He was too busy staring at the rotting apples still clinging onto the tree’s branches. 

Mike had picked her up when Finn realized he had made a mistake and now she was happy, on the outside she was happy but they were both breaking because she still wanted him, she still needed him but she knew she deserved better. So she settled for the best, the best being the man she danced with, as the one she loved, the one she truly loved, stared right back at them, close to tears. 

But she couldn’t take a chance falling and getting hurt again even though his hands felt more comfortable resting on any inch of her skin than Mike’s did.

And he wasn’t daring enough to go after what he wanted most because she was safer out of his arms, she was safer without his kisses and toxic, idiotic boy brain.

And so there’s a change in your emotions and all of these memories come rushing like feral waves to your mind. Of the curl of your bodies, like two perfect circles entwined. And you feel hopeless, and homeless and lost in the haze of the wine.

Just when I thought I had to make it alone, you were right there by my side. Making a stand, holding my hand the way you do. There to remind me about me and you.

“I’m sick of the way you treat me, Q. I mean, I love you and all but you keep treating me like crap and it’s kinda getting annoying.”

She was sitting there with the rest of the Glee Club, a proud smile threatening to break out onto her lips while the rest of the club gawked in surprise and amusement. 

“I’m not going to be the dog in your handbag or the tiara to your Prom Queen title. A friend of mine helped me realize I deserve more than that. And she doesn’t treat me like a gay beard all the time so, we’re over.”

She was grinning like an idiot now. Not because she would be getting anything out of this for herself, in actual fact she probably wouldn’t get anything but one of Finn’s rib crushing hugs but that wasn’t why she was smiling.

He stood up for himself. Because of her

And in that moment, she was the happiest girl dead or alive.

When I’m with you, all my fear disappears. Like if I reach, I touch the sky. You’ve got my back, pick up my slack when I can’t see but nothing picks me up like knowing we’ll be friends forever.

I’m so nervous, I feel sick. I hope I don’t come off like a jerk. I went all out, I washed my hair, I searched and found for clean underwear. She’s so hot, I can’t resist, I don’t know what I’ll do if she gives me that first kiss.

Be Mine.

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.

Valentine’s Day. An independent female. A boy scared shitless with nerves. A brave female. A boy pleasantly surprised by her forward attitude. 

He liked this, he liked her. He hated himself for not having the guts to just ask her out for dinner, but she had been a life saver. He made a mental note to make sure this didn’t happen again.

Be Mine.

Hell yes, hell yes, hell yes.

His face had gone blank - he didn’t want to seem too enthusiast - when he finally raised his head to look at her and mouth “Yes” but she had turned away from him with a smirk on her face. And that’s when he knew she knew his answer. He settled back into his seat with a wide, loop-sided smile and waited until Glee Club practice was over and done with.

Spontaneous, spontaneous combustion, combustion. I’m busting right out of my skin. I can’t wait to tell everybody everything. I’m busting right out of my skin, I can’t wait to tell everybody everything.

*The symbols translated stand for temptation, I believe.