A/N: This story is going to seem a little disjointed at first, but that's kind of how Finn feels right now, so I hope you stick with it, because it'll all make more and more sense with each chapter. This is mostly unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine. Much love for Abbie, Jamie, and the few followers I have for always encouraging me write.

He shoves another piece of hot crispy bacon into his mouth as she wraps one of her slender arms around him. "Sit down, it's not going anywhere, I promise." He felt her press her body to his, her breasts on his back.

He shook his head and focused on his food. Breakfast for dinner. Sometimes he wondered how she could clue in on exactly what he wanted. "I don't think I can actually move my legs to sit down right now," she nodded, understanding.

"I felt the same way all the time after cheerleading," Quinn replied practically speaking into his back. "I already miss it though. Not that I want to be a professional cheerleader or anything, it was just... fun." Her hand slowly slid her way down his stomach. "Guess I have to settle for cheering for you on the sidelines, huh?" He could practically hear the smile in her voice and it made him smile despite himself. "Promise you won't forget me when you get rich and famous." She cupped him through his jeans and he groaned dropping his fork.

He let himself lean back into her a little before he spoke again, "It's just one agent, Quinn. I'm not sure if I'm going to sign with him. Hell, I'm not even sure I'll ever need one." He knows she's not listening to her protests as she moves to undo his belt buckle. His hand hesitates above hers before going slack, he knew what he was getting into when he let her in. Besides, as soon as she's on her tiptoes licking that spot behind his ear he's totally lost his ability to speak. Her hand slips between his boxers stroking him until he's fully hard.

He hated her. He hated the way she had somehow snuck back into his life and grabbed hold of him.

He hated himself for letting it happen. Probably more.

Definitely more.

Somehow they end up in his room and Quinn shuts the door behind them leaving them in total darkness. Neither reaches for the light switch, they never do. Her lips are pressed to his and he's cupping her cheek lightly with his hand, inhaling the scent of strawberry shampoo. Her hands roughly grab onto his shirt as she pulls the two of them down onto the bed. They kiss heatedly as her small body writhes under his. They don't speak, they never speak.

She pushes a hand against his chest and he pulls away from her falling back on his knees. Quinn hastily pulls off her sundress and throws it near the nightstand. Finn does the same with his shirt, his pants already forgotten in the kitchen. Even in the dark Finn easily removes her bra, lightly skimming his fingers across her back. She moans and grabs the back of his neck pulling him down to kiss her.

Before their lips meet he pulls away and Quinn whimpers confused. The next sound out of her mouth is a gasp as Finn's hot mouth takes in her hard nipple.

In the darkness Finn imagines her. Her nails digging into his back as he sucks and nibbles. Milk chocolate. Her nipples are the same color of milk chocolate and he thinks that he may never be able to look at chocolate the same. He massages her breast with one hand as the other grips her tan thigh. They grind onto each other roughly like horny teenagers. Everything is hot and moist and their movements seem more fevered than usual.

She arches her body and pants heavily. He knows what she wants. His hand slips between their bodies and he pushes his way past the cotton barrier flicking his thumb against her a few times before she easily becomes undone.

She's catching her breath and he's fumbling to get his boxers off as he walks to the dresser to grab a condom. He keeps them across the room as some sort of precautionary measure. He hopes the loss of contact will help him from thinking with the wrong head, but it never works.

He puts the condom on as he walks back, he kisses her hip and climbs on top of her. She spreads her legs for him eagerly and he plunges in roughly. A strangled moan comes out of her as she wraps her arms around his neck pulling him in closer. His thrusts are fast and hard, his mouth latched to her neck, then arms, then chest. He knows it'll leave a mark, but he doesn't care, she's his and she'll wear them proudly.

She comes and he pictures her face, flushed, swollen lips, hair matted to her forehead. In his mind she's beautiful and as he comes, as always he says her name, "Rachel."

Finn rolls off of her and feels the bed sag toward his side as Quinn gets up.

He wonders who she thinks about on these nights.

He sees perfectly polished red toenails attached to a dainty foot, in his head she corrects Thrill of Brazil she calls it. A long pale leg, pressed against Puck's chest. He's got his hand wrapped around her ankle and he looks like he's about to let his hand keep wandering up. "Puck, I said stop," her tone is both firm and playful. He looks like he's fucking her with his eyes and it disgusts Finn.

Finn closes his door behind him loudly and both of them sit up straight on the couch. Kristy turns her head and her green eyes flash at him. "Finn, you're up!"

Puck's less enthusiastic about the arrival of his best friend. He nods his head, "hey dude." Finn nodded back and started toward the kitchen.

"I was going to make us breakfast this morning, but someone cooked all the bacon last night," Kristy's arm sat lazily on the armrest.

"Sorry, practice was long and I was really hungry. I'll pick some up later today." Finn grabbed a box of cereal from the cabinets and poured himself a bowl as he shouted toward the living room.

Kristy stepped in a moment later. She wore two white tank tops layered over each other and some pink striped shorts. They ridden up on the couch without her noticing and he briefly wondered if she was wearing any underwear at all. She dropped a stack of letters on the table next to him and grabbed her long red hair, twisting it into a bun before tying it back. Finn stared deeply into his bowl of Cheerios as if hoping to find something at the bottom. Kristy pulled out the chair next to him and folded her legs in his direction. She watched him for a moment as if waiting for him to say something, anything.

She pushed the envelopes closer to him, "Your mail has been piling up." He grunted at her as he continued to eat. "How was camp?"

Despite the sour mood he was determined to stay in today he smiled at her, "it was great, but stop calling it camp. It's the NFL Scouting Combine."

"A bunch of guys playing games and trying to outdo each other. That sounds like camp to me." She reached forward and mussed up his hair. He ducked his head trying to avoid her hand and they both laughed for a moment.

Then he smelled it and his stomach churned and his head shot up. "What's that smell?" She missed his serious look and shoved him hard on the shoulder.

"Hey, I will have you know I took a shower last night before I went to bed, and these clothes are clean."

He shook his head staring off into nothingness as he tried to discern where it came from. "It - it smells more like flowers." Lilac he thinks.

Kristy looks down at her painted toes as if they were the most fascinating things they'd ever seen. "I think it was something in your mail."

He pulls off one letter, then another, and by the time he gets to the sickeningly cute postcard Puck has appeared in the doorway. He's slouched against the doorway. He's trying to seem casual, but his body is tense. Finn looks down at the card again, drenched in that sickening ly sweet scent, her scent. It's black and white and two children no more than four are walking hand in hand. The girl wears a light sundress and the boy wears overalls, both wear hats and he wonders who the hell decided a picture like this was supposed to be used to convey things like love. They're four for Christ's sake.

When he flips the card over his heart stops. He's absolutely positive his heart has actually stopped because everything has gone completely silent.

SAVE THE DATE

for the wedding of

Ms. Quinn Fabray and Dr. Aaron O'Malley

Saturday, September 17th

Lima, Ohio