It’s a quiet afternoon at the school library, the soft hum of fluorescent lights above and the occasional rustling of pages the only sounds. The air is thick with the tension that’s always there when you’re with Quinn Fabray—your friend with benefits. It’s not just the usual attraction or desire; it’s something that has built between the two of you over time. You’ve hooked up more than a few times, always keeping things casual, never putting labels on it. You like it that way, and Quinn does too—though, she’s got her own little secrets.

Today, just after school, you’re sitting next to her at a table near the back, books scattered on the surface but neither of you is really paying attention. You’re both just waiting for the next moment, the one that always follows when you’re together. You’ve heard it all before, the story she tells everyone about being “celibate.” But that’s never been your experience with her.

The thought runs through your head, like a line from a song that you can’t shake: “She told you she celibate, but she told me I can nail her shit.” It’s a lyric that always makes you smirk when it hits you, because it’s true. You know the game, and Quinn’s rules don’t apply when it’s just the two of you. There’s a mutual understanding, a bond of sorts, that goes beyond just physicality, even if you don’t admit it aloud.

You glance at her now, her eyes focused on her phone, and it’s almost like you can feel the pulse of everything unsaid between you two.