"Hey!"
"Hey!"
They stop, eyes wide with surprise, fear & a touch of excitement.
"How are you?"
"I'm good. Really good! & you?"
"I'm good. So good!"
There is silence as neither knows how to continue.
"I'm married."
"This is my husband."
Both speak at the same time. They smile tentively & one goes first.
"This is my husband, Noah Puckerman."
"This is Finn Hudson. My husband."
The men shake hands. Neither knows why their wives were acting so strange & were loathe to bring it up in current company.
"How you doing, man?"
"Sup."
Everything is quiet again as each adult is caught up in their own thoughts. Each woman caught up in her own memories…
Her green eyes widened in pleasure & she drove her fingers into her lover's long brown hair...
Her small mouth rounded into an "o" & fisted the sheets beneath them…
"I'm pregnant!"
Both blurt out the news & both are very shocked.
"How far are you?" The brunette asks.
"Couple months." The blonde answers. "We were just coming back from the doctor's. What about you?"
"We… we found out today as well. I'm about four months. I wasn't showing so I didn't realize until I passed out at work."
"Oh no!" The blonde's hands fly to her face in concern. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Turns out I was just working too hard. But at least we know now." Her husband takes her hand.
"So where are you working?" The blonde's eyes follow the pair's movements.
"At a hospital. I'm a doctor now. I guess I should have realized about the baby more than anyone but…" The brunette smiles. "What about you? Are you an artist?"
The blonde shakes her head sadly. "No. I'm a lawyer. Criminal prosecutor."
"What does she mean by artist, honey?" Her husband can't help but ask.
"Oh nothing." The blonde blows off breezily. "Just something from a long time ago."
Ten years to be exact…
The thought runs through both of their minds, unknown to the other.
"It's been so good to see you!" The brunette says honestly.
"I understand." The blonde says warmly.
Both are thinking of hot summer nights. Forbidden meetings. Singing in the rain & painting in the moonlight. Another place; another time.
"Can you draw me something?"
"Of course... If you sing for me?"
"What would you like to hear?"
"Whatever it is when you look at me…"
"As long as you draw what you see when you look at me."
"Maybe we can hang out sometime?" Finn suggests.
"That could be good." Noah nods.
"Maybe." The blonde's eyes are wide.
"You never know." The brunette murmurs.
The men clasp their respective wives' hands in understanding. If their wives' had anything to say about it, they'd never see each other again.
"It's been nice."
"We'll see you."
The blonde pulls on Finn's hand while the brunette squeezes Noah's. Both pull their husbands down the opposite sides of the street with the same thought center & foremost on their minds... I saw her… & I survived.
Simultaneously both women felt the need to face her first love for the last time. Because as both Quinn & Mercedes know… you can never forget your first love.
Fin