You Belong With Me

Chapter 9

---- an undisclosed amount of time later, perhaps decades, perhaps years, maybe months, maybe weeks, perhaps days, perhaps hours, or only a few hundred seconds ----

It seems in life, that God picks your path. He will decide if you are meant for someone, if that someone is meant for you. Beth was meant for me. I was meant for her. I received full custody after Shelby's unfortunate car accident. Puck was not meant for me. After he joined the military I never saw him again. Finn was not. I don't want to talk about Finn. Sam wasn't either. We continue to talk, but his marriage with Mercedes sealed the deal. Rachel is complicated.

Mostly because gods a bitch. He toys with my emotions constantly.

Rachel and I are in a perpetual state of broken, and fixed, broken and fixed. I wish someone would sing the goddamn Taylor swift song that comes after all this, but I think we're both too scared.

She said yes to Finn, effectively choosing him over me, and that hurt. Then I had sex with Santana which didn't help matters. You don't want to hear about my relationship woes though do you?

All I can say for Rachel is that I don't know what's in store with us. Eventually the child tires of his toy and moves on to bigger things.

People come into our life for a reason and if that's so, well then, they come back into them too.

Maybe it's clockwork, but I don't mind turning a few a cogs. She does belong with me.

----the following took place after Quinn wrote this, but before she died----

"Quinn." A short brunette stood at my door, and I opened it uncertainly. The last time I had seen her she had called me a bitch, and said she never wanted to see me again, then threw a hair dryer at me.

"Hello." I said coldly, or more coldly than I meant to.

"I'm sorry." I half expected it to start raining.

"I know." I crossed my arms and eyed her. She was crying.

"Are you just going to stand there?"

"I'm contemplating whether I should slam the door in your face, or invite you in for sex." I chewed my lip.

"There's no in between?" She wiped her eyes.

"Was there ever?" I made a sweeping motion.

"Quite true."

"This started as a Taylor swift song. We could end it with one too." I took a deep breath and let it out.

"Quinn..." She put a hand out, then put it down, seemingly afraid to touch me.

"You have caused me so pain." I was shaking my head, and began to feel tears at the edges of my eyes.

"I know. But, are we seriously doing this?" She began to cry, than giggled a little. "It's a pretty crappy Taylor Swift song."

"You're kidding right? That was like the best one!" We listened to it a few times while we were um, playing, um, monopoly.

"I hated that one! It was way overplayed!"

"You loved it!" I sounded confused.

"No I didn't!" We both sounded confused.

"Wait, are we talking about the same one?" What the hell, are you talking about?

"I think so... which one are you talking about?"

"Oh you know

Rachel, save me, I've been feeling so alone.
I keep waiting for you but you never come.
Is this in my head? I don't know what to think.

She knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said..."

"Oh my god." I was kneeling and pulling out a ring, effectively following the song.

"Marry me, Rachel, you'll never have to be alone.
I love you, and that's all I really know.
I talked to your dads - go pick out a white dress
It's a love story, baby, just say," I held out an outstretched hand waiting for Rachel to continue the melody.

"That was the cheesiest thing I have ever heard." Her tears were flowing, but she made no effort to wipe them away.

"We were both young when I first saw you." I gave a her a weird grin.

"Yeah, actually, we are like Romeo and Juliet!"

"Without the whole dying part, and feuding families part." I pointed out.

"True." She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, but you know what?" I coked an eyebrow.

"What?"

"They ended up together." I gave her another cheesy grin.

"Are we ready for this?"

"I love you, and that all I really know."

"Why do you have a PHD then?"

"Rachel."

"I thought you were going to sing we are never ever getting back together."

"Do you- do you want to break up?"

"No?"

"Do you want to get married?"

"There's no in between?"

"Was there ever?"

"Quite true." Out conversation went full circle and I felt my breath hitch in my throat.

"Well?"

"You know what? Sure. Lets get married. What the hell!"

"All those acting classes gone to waste."

"What?"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm ecstatic you're marrying me, but you're just as excited." I took off running into the house. I may or may not have been unzipping my jeans.

"Quinn Fabray! Come here this instant! Goddammit this bra is impossible to get off!"

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

'Cause we were both young when I first saw you