A/N: I have recently fallen in love with Glee. I always refused to watch it, merely because of how addicted everyone was to it. But I finally forced myself to watch the episodes and I adore it. Finn/Quinn especially. I'm slowly losing hope for them as far as the show is concerned, and there has been a definite lack of happy Fuinn moments…so I decided to write a fanfic about them. I've seen other stories like this, and I really liked the idea. It may end up merely being a oneshot, but I'll most likely have multiple chapters. Title is a song by James Morrison; his voice is amazing, you should check him out. Here it is, let me know what you think!

Chapter One: Once When I Was Little

Finn would never forget the first time he spoke to Quinn Fabray. They were in the third grade, on the playground…

It had been a warm day in mid April, slightly humid without a cloud in the sky. A mere half hour before they had been practicing for the annual school spelling bee. Finn had misspelled the word 'couch', blushing at the laughter from his fellow classmates. Spelling had never been his greatest subject; in fact, no subject was his greatest subject. He managed to barely pass in most of his classes, lacking a general understanding of simple things. A few of the other kids teased him about it sometimes, but he tried to not let it hurt him. His mother always said 'sticks and stone may break your bones but words will never hurt you.' It was a nice thought, but far from the truth. Finn shuffled back to his seat silently, staring down at his shoes with newfound interest. Once he was safe in his seat, he glanced over at the pretty blonde in his class. Her name was Quinn, and she was the prettiest girl in the entire third grade. Of course he had never spoken to her before; she was the most popular girl in school. Whenever he had been within five feet of her his hands clammed up and his legs turned to Jell-o. He had never attempted to talk to her, but on more than one occasion impressing her had been his main goal. This led to countless scraped knees, numerous trips to the principal's office, and rare praise from his classmates. Finn had been planning to woo her with his basketball skills at recess, but after that spelling disaster avoidance seemed like the best idea. The teacher led the class outside, and Finn reluctantly followed. Recess was basically a free for all; the teachers barely paid attention which inevitably led to bullying. Finn made his way over to a large rock, away from the kickball court and the basketball hoops. He climbed up, sitting cross-legged. In a way, being on the rock empowered him, made him feel like he could withstand anything the other kids would say about him. Being an only child, Finn knew how to entertain himself. For five minutes he pretended he was on a TV show, hunting for wild animals in the jungle. Then he was in a boat, sailing off to save Princess Peach from the highest tower.

"Now Finn, spell couch." Finn glanced down at the boys, clearly mocking the spelling bee incident.

"Couch. Uhm…c…couch…c-o…w? C and, uhm…h?" Liam smirked up at him as he mimicked Finn's reply.

"Wrong!" The group of boys made the sound of a buzzer, laughing hysterically with each other. "Who doesn't know how to spell couch? Finn you're so stupid! Why doesn't your mom send you to a special school?" Matt asked with a devilish grin. Something about being up on the rock was making him brave…words could never hurt him, right?

"Couch is a hard word to spell." he replied as he jumped down from the rock, crossing his arms protectively in front of his chest. "I'm just as smart as the rest of you are. I don't need a special school."

"We all know how to spell couch!" Jesse added in defiantly.

"Then spell it." Finn said bravely, daring them to spell it. Couch was a hard word; there was no way they could all know how to spell it. After a few moments of quiet contemplation, Liam spoke up.

"You won't even know if it's right or not, so what's the point?"

"I bet none of you know how to spell it!" A satisfied grin spread across his face, for once he was winning. Matt and Jesse moved towards him at once, overpowering him and shoving him to the ground. Finn's eyes shut tightly, spitting bits of dirt out of his mouth. They had never done more than shove him around, but he kept his eyes shut tightly just in case.

"Leave him alone!" His eyes opened in surprise at the intrusion of a female voice. It was her, her hair blowing in the wind as she moved towards them.

"What are you gonna do about it, Quinny?" Liam questioned with a smile. Quinn was a girl, how was she going to stand up to three boys?

"Matt, I'll tell everyone about the accident you had the other day. Liam, I'll tell Ms. McCartney that it was you who put the glue on her chair. And Jesse, I'll tell everyone about how you cried at Nancy's birthday party." Finn looked over at the boys, grinning softly. He couldn't help but wonder how she knew all of that stuff.

"Whatever. He's too stupid to make fun of anyways…let's go guys." Matt said, motioning away from Finn. "Next time your little girlfriend's not here, you won't be so lucky. Freak." Liam sneered with a sinister smile.

"That's not gonna happen." she called back with a firm shake of her head. His heart fluttered lightly, noticing how she didn't reject the notion that she was his girlfriend. Once he came back to his senses he quickly stood up, dusting off his clothes.

"Thanks…you didn't have to do that." he said shyly. She shook her head, a smile dancing on her lips.

"Those boys are mean to everyone; someone had to stand up to them." She shrugged her shoulders lightly, extending her hand to him. "I'm Quinn, Quinn Fabray." He glanced down at her hand for a moment before extending his own, his fingers closing over hers.

"I'm Finn, Finn Hudson." he replied, unable to ignore the warm sensation that was moving through his entire body. After a few moments he remembered his hand was still clasped firmly around hers. "Oh, sorry." he apologized, releasing her hand slowly. Finn swore he saw a soft blush creep onto her cheeks, but he was probably just imagining things.

"So…what were you doing up there?" she asked, motioning to the rock before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I was, uhm, pretending I was on a ship." he admitted quietly, his cheeks turning a gentle red in color. "I had to save a princess."

"Can I help?" she asked sincerely. His gaze jerked over to her, surprised that she wasn't teasing him. "I've never helped save a princess before." she added quietly. Finn nodded his head eagerly, climbing back up onto the rock.

"Permission to come aboard captain?" she asked him with an excited grin, holding her hand up. He smirked softly at her, reaching his hand out to her.

"Permission granted." he replied, helping her up in one smooth motion. She stepped firmly onto the rock, sitting down and patting the space next to her. He sat right next to her, his knee brushing against hers. Finn glanced over at her from the corner of his eye, she was biting her lip softly, twirling a strand of hair around her fingertip.

"Are we ready to set sail?" she asked, tilting her head and connecting her gaze with his. Finn rubbed the back of his neck shyly and nodded his head once more.

"Away we go…"

A/N: R-E-V-I-E-W! Writers really appreciate when people comment on their stories. Did you love it? Hate it? Have ideas you'd like to see play out? Let me know!