A/N: I wrote this for Christmas. Sssshhh pretend it's December again.

Rating: PG-13
Warning: N/A
Word Count: 500+
Characters: Blaine Anderson/Quinn Fabray, Kurt Hummel (mentioned), Sam Evans (mentioned).

Summary: They're not perfect, but they're in love, and they'll go to the ends of the world just to spend time with one another.

Quinn sits between Blaine's legs, leaning against his chest with a glass of red wine in her hand. The fire crackles beside them and the smell of nature overwhelms her every time she inhales. Blaine bows his head and presses a kiss to her neck, humming a familiar Christmas tune beneath his breath, and Quinn can't imagine being anywhere else at this time of year.

It's the day after Boxing Day and the log cabin is warm and secluded. It's in the middle of nowhere and Blaine's uncle gave him the keys on his last day of high school, so of course, he uses it when he wants to get away. Or rather, when he wants to get away with Quinn.

Quinn's phone rings, breaking the comfortable silence, and she glances at it before rejecting the call. "It's Sam," she murmurs, turning her phone off.

And there's the flaw in their relationship, the reason they have to sneak away to a log cabin to be together, restricting their time together to one day around every holiday. Husbands.

"I left my phone with Kurt," Blaine says, more to himself than to Quinn, just filling the silence.

"Stay here with me," Quinn says on impulse, sitting up and twisting around to look at Blaine. "Let's just not go back tomorrow, we can be together and- and start a family of our own, and forget about Sam and Kurt and just, we'll just leave everything behind,"

Blaine chuckles softly, tucking a strand of hair behind Quinn's ear. "You can't do that to Sam, or to Eevie and Alex. And I can't do that to Kurt and Sara. We have separate lives, Q, this is how it's meant to be."

"But I love you," Quinn persists quietly, her eyes widening like a rejected child.

"I know, that's why we come here." Blaine rests his hand on her face and presses a chaste kiss to the corner of her mouth. "We can't be together like that, but we can have this. We'll always have this, and it's better than nothing, right?"

Quinn nods slowly, biting her lip as she tucks her head into the crook of Blaine's neck. Their relationship is far from perfect, they're getting both too much and not nearly enough of one another, but it is what it is and has been since they were nineteen.

Well, no. When they were nineteen, it was just sex. Mindless, hot sex. And then the sex turned into coffee, which turned into conversations, which turned into something so much more. Within a couple of years, sex was the last thing on their mind when they met up at the cabin, and sneaking behind their partner's backs stopped feeling so wrong because everything was just so right when they were together.

Quinn presses an idle kiss to Blaine's collarbone and he lets out a sigh, pulling her closer, running his fingers through her hair. In that moment, it's just Quinn, Blaine and the crackling fireplace. They don't worry about their lives, or how much money they spent this Christmas season. They just enjoy one another's company, holding one another in peaceful silence, praying that time could stand still.

It may be wrong, it may be taboo, but it's love and they wouldn't trade this cabin in for the world. They're the holiday runaways.

FIN.
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