Title: Of the Smiles We Left Behind
Author: gleefulmusings
Beta: mysterious_daze
Fandom: Glee, Season One
Pairing: Kurt/Quinn
Rating: G
Warning(s): None, really.
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Summary: Brittany was not the first girl to kiss Kurt Hummel.
"Mercedes," Kurt hissed, "you are well aware of the fact that I have never kissed a boy."
She huffed and glared down at him, now even more perturbed by his evasion. "That's not what I asked you. I asked if you had ever kissed anyone, boy or girl."
Kurt, horrified, restlessly scanned the room in hope of some salvation. He was appalled to note that instead their furtive whispering had garnered the attention of the entire club, all of whom were staring at him with a peculiar fascination. Of all the days for Mister Schuester to be late.
Quinn sat unobserved in the back row, smiling secretly.
She knew there were several things she would never have: Finn Hudson, her child, her reputation, and the undivided attention of Noah Puckerman. For the most part, she was fine with this knowledge. Finn was sweet but dim, and she doubted their relationship would have survived until senior year. She loved her baby, she truly did, and drew strength from the fact that she loved her enough to let her go to someone who could properly care for her. There were others whose social statuses were far beneath hers – that of Rachel Berry, for example. And as for Puck, well, he had a lot of growing up to do. Just because the plumbing was in didn't mean the building was ready to occupy.
But the one thing she had no one could ever take away was the gentle memory of Kurt Hummel's soft, shy lips hesitantly brushing against her own while they were locked in a closet during a fifth grade party, before school politics had divided them all. She remembered his scent – sunshine and joy – and she could still feel that incredibly soft hair beneath her fingertips. She recalled the heat in his face, and his arms, strong and graceful even then, wrapping around her.
It was a perfect moment, shared only between the two of them, and there were nights in which she cocooned herself in the memory, flush with the knowledge and triumph that no matter what happened to either of them in this life, no matter where they went or who they met, she would always possess a piece of Kurt Hummel to which no one else, man nor woman, could ever lay claim.