A/N: Based off the song Love This Pain by Lady Antebellum.
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He's not sure what brought him to her doorstep. It's been months since she had the baby, even longer since they've spoken. He doesn't want to be here, wants his feet to pick him up and run him to the other side of town. But here he is, staring into her eyes and it feels like he's struck a match to light a gas fire that fizzled out a long time ago, with a scorching lie.
She gapes up at him, this boy she once held in her hands like putty, and thinks she'd do just about anything to have that back. He shoves his hands into his pockets and trains his gaze on his sneakers. She bites her lip, and he says, "We don't work." Her brow furrows.
"That's what you came over to say? That we don't work? What's the point of that, Finn? I've been trying so hard, and you've been ignoring me and now you're saying this?"
He shakes his head as he lifts his eyes to hers. "We don't work. There's something about you. You're so… You're a wild flower." Her lower lip quivered slightly as tears started to fill her eyes. She'd been more emotional lately, which she tried to keep blaming on the hormones, but it more had to do with losing Beth, Puck, and Finn and feeling increasingly like she maybe would've liked being a mom.
"Finn, if you're going to insult me, you should just leave." She crosses her arms over her chest and turns her head to look away, causing her not to notice as he leans forward and presses his lips to the corner of her mouth. Her head quickly snaps back to look at him as he pulls away.
"We don't work, but here I am, wanting you back. It's like… you hurt me, but I like the pain. It's so messed up, Quinn…"
She reaches up and wraps her hand around the back of his neck, pulling his lips down to hers and effectively shutting him up. He's spent too much time with Rachel. They both think maybe something's not right unless something's wrong. They both love how broken their hearts still feel.