Disclaimer: I do not own the show Glee or any of the characters belonging to it. They all belong to Fox and Ryan Murphy.

That Familiar Finn Hudson Smell

Quinn snapped up, her heart pounding in her ears and her pyjama top soaked through with sweat. For the past few weeks she'd been having some pretty crazy dreams. Occasionally they were fiery and passionate, but most of the time she suffered from horrible nightmares. Tonight's dream was yet another very vivid version of the latter.

She blinked through the darkness. For a brief moment she'd forgotten where she was, but as her eyes adjusted, the shapes of Finn's living room started to reappear from the shadows. She let out a small sigh of relief when she realized she wasn't still trapped in her own nightmare. As she looked around the living room she saw that the clock on the DVD player read 2:00am. Groaning she flopped her head back down onto the sofa bed.

At first Finn had insisted she sleep in his bed, an idea that she instantly rejected, not wanting to be anymore trouble than she already was. In the end she lost that battle to Finn. A rare occurrence in itself. When she came downstairs after brushing her teeth, there he was already settled into the pullout bed. He laid there smirking up at her, obviously pleased with his cleverness, and offered her a "sleep tight". In return he received one of her signature death glares, but as she walked back up to his room she found she was actually relieved to have lost that battle. After the night they'd been through at her parent's house she was more than happy to get a good nights rest. His bed smelled like him. Crisp and clean, like freshly washed clothes and an autumn breeze. She sunk her head down into the fluffy pillow pulling the comforter right up to her chin as she did so, and before she knew it all her worries and stress from the day's events dissappeared. She slept in his bed for the first week, comforted by his cowboy wallpaper and the cramped cosiness of his room, knowing he didn't mind sleeping on the sofa bed because Finn had always been able to sleep anywhere. She had even seen him fall asleep at his drum set once. However, when it looked like she might become a permanent fixture in the Hudson home she started to feel guilty about commandeering his bed every night. So they decided to alternate every other night with the exception of game nights which Quinn insisted he take the bed regardless of their schedule. This plan worked well for them and Quinn was surprised that they had been able to work out the compromise without her biting his head off. Honestly, it may have been a first for them.

She laid there for a moment, listening to the sound of her own breathing and wishing that the gentle ins and outs of her breath would sweep her off to a kinder dreamland for a change. After what seemed like an eternity she let out an audible sigh and sat up to have another look at the little orange clock on the DVD player. 2:14am glowed back at her in what she decided was a taunting manner. Exasperated, Quinn flung the blankets back and made her way up the stairs. At first she decided on going to the bathroom to splash some water on her face but as she reached the bathroom door she faltered and changed her course. Finding herself standing in front of the closed door at the end of the hallway, instead. Behind this door she could hear the muffled noise of Finn's snoring. Hesitantly she opened the door, hoping it wouldn't creak like everything else in the house. She slid through the opening and softly shut the door behind her.

Up until that moment she hadn't given any real thought to what she would do once she was actually in his room. Peering at Finn's sleeping form she made up her mind to at least wake him up, so she slowly padded over to the side of his bed. She knelt down and gazed at his sleeping face, smiling at his childlike expression. Brushing his forearm with the back of her fingers she tried to wake him up gently. This of course didn't work, so she nudged him a little. His expression changed for a quick moment before he let out a loud snort. Quinn just barely held back her laughter and when he didn't wake she resorted to poking him hard in the shoulder.

His eyes fluttered open in confusion and he stammered, "Quinn? Is something wrong?", his voice tired and hoarse.

"Shhhh, it's ok. I just had a bad dream".

Propping himself up with one elbow and wiping the sleep from his eyes, he shifted over a little and lifted the blankets, motioning for her to join him.

"Are you sure?! What will your mom say?", she asked surprised by his offer.

He stared back at her blankly. He hadn't really thought about the implications of his offer, it was just a natural reaction to hearing she had a bad dream. It was something that his mom had always done when he was just a little boy.

"Sure, if you want. I mean, I don't think Mom would approve, but really what's the worst that could happen, right? You're already pregnant". This last word he said while stifling a yawn. She smiled and slipped into bed with him.

This was new. She had never shared a bed with a boy before. Ever! Even the night she had gotten pregnant it was in the cab of Puck's truck. This was unknown territory for her. She giggled a little at the strangeness of her situation.

"What's so funny?" Finn asked tired but intrigued.

"Oh, it's just funny that this is so new to me. Here I am pregnant and this is my first time in bed with a man. How ridiculous is that?", she said, humour evident in her voice. He couldn't help but chuckle at this.

"It's new to me too…but I think I like it" he joked while wiggling his eyebrows up and down and tickling the bottoms of her feet with his toes.

She let out a squeal at his touch and immediately her hand flew to her mouth, eyes widening at the thought that his mom might have heard.

"Finn, you idiot!" she hissed in a mock angry tone, but she couldn't keep a straight face for long once she caught a glimpse of the lazy grin he had plastered on his face.

He turned on his side, and wrapping his arm around her he pulled her in close. And there it was, that familiar Finn Hudson smell that made her feel so safe and secure. She loved that he somehow managed to smell warm and crisp and cool all at the same time. She smiled into the pillow at this amazing phenomenon, which was probably just the result of something as simple as the combination of the soap and after shave he used, and almost didn't hear him when he asked her what her dream was about.

"The baby", she answered quietly. "It's always about the baby".

"Well you're both safe now", he reassured, his voice muffled by her shoulder. Reaching his hand over to her rounded belly he lazily rubbed it with his thumb.

"I love you" he mumbled as he drifted back to sleep, and she knew it was true. Maybe it won't always be that way, but at that moment it was real, and for that moment it was good enough.

She wrapped her own hand around the one he had resting on her belly.

"I love you too", she breathed.

AN: This is my first fanfic. Would love to know what you thought. Reviews are highly appreciated and any advice or constructive criticism is always welcome.

(If you notice some things are different its because I've edited it again after noticing a few mistakes and while I fixed those I made a few (very) minor adjustments to make things flow a little better. It's funny that you can edit something 20 times and still manage to miss things! If you come across any other typos please message me them. Thanks!)