Title: Suddenly I See

Rating: M for Mature audiences.

Fandom: Glee

Pairings/Characters: Quinn/Rachel and slight Rachel/Finn.

Genre: Romance

Summary: When Finn is unable to please his wife, Rachel Berry, he comes up with a plan that ultimately reunites him with his enemy, Quinn Fabray. A plan that brings Rachel and Quinn together in more ways than one. A/U, Faberry. G!P Quinn

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot belong to the respective author. I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Warnings: This story does contain G!P Quinn. If you are bothered by those types of stories, please don't read. This also contains the art of cuckolding. Please read with caution.

A/N: This is for Faberry week. Day two: Jealousy. Hope you enjoy. All mistakes are mine.

Suddenly I See

Quinn Fabray was the bane of Finn Hudson's existence. She was everything he was not. Quinn had the looks, the cocky attitude that girls ate up, the nicest car, heaps of friends, on the honor roll in high school, graduated top of the class and was accepted to several Ivy League colleges. So, yes, Quinn Fabray was the bane of his existence. If he had to pinpoint when their rivalry started, he would say at the young age of five, entering Kindergarten, when Mrs. Kennings asked the class if anyone knew how to spell their name.

"I do," two tiny, twin voices shouted, hands thrust in the air, waving a little too enthusiastically.

Finn Hudson was an odd looking boy. He had brown hair and eyes, a tall, pudgy body and he always looked like he had go potty, but couldn't.

Right now, Finn Hudson was glaring daggers at a beautiful, angelic Quinn Fabray.

Quinn Fabray was beautiful; anyone with two eyes could see it. She had golden blonde hair, striking topaz eyes, plump, pink lips, and an angular face.

"Okay," the teacher laughed. "How about Finn…you go first?"

Finn smirked at Quinn, sticking his tongue out. Quinn shivered in disgust. "F-I-N-N," Finn spelled, puffing up his chest in trumpet.

"Good job, Finn. You get a gold star next to your name," Mrs. Kennings praised Finn before turning her attention to the young blonde. "Quinn, it's your turn. You may go."

"Q-U-I-N-N." Mrs. Kennings opened her mouth, but a raised eyebrow, challenging her to open her mouth to speak, stopped her. "F-A-B-R-A-Y" Quinn glances back at a scowling Finn, a smug smile etched on her face.

Mrs. Kennings clapped. "That was impressive, Quinn. Since you spelt out both your first and last name, I'm giving you two stars."

After Quinn went, Rachel Barbara Berry went next. She marched to the front of the class, head raised in confidence as she spelt out her first, middle and last name.

Quinn and Finn sat stoic, enamored and starry-eyed.

Rachel Berry was tiny, small for being in the Kindergarten. She wore her chocolate brown hair down to her waist in tumbling waves, her big brown doe eyes pulled you in with their innocence and her smile was like the sun. Bright, and needed.

Quinn's hazel irises followed Rachel back to her seat next to an impeccably dressed boy and a chubby dark-skinned girl. As Quinn watched Rachel, Finn watched Quinn with his narrowed eyes. He watched as Quinn wink and smiled at Rachel; Rachel blushed and ducked her head shyly. Finn snapped his eyes back to Quinn growling at the scene. It would be the beginning of war that raged between Finn and Quinn.

Their showmanship continued all through high school. If Finn tried out for the football team, Quinn would try out for the soccer team, make it and be placed the youngest captain in high school. She would take her team the state champions, and win. While Finn only got his team to the playoffs, and lost their first game in, kicking them out of playoffs.

If Finn got a car, Quinn would not only get a car but it would be brand new, fast and red. Quinn's clothes were stylish, designer and new. He got his clothes from Target. He would have thought in high school people would be put off by Quinn liking girls – as she so casually came out in the fifth grade when she hit on Santana Lopez, receiving her first kiss. Another thing Quinn upped him in – but if anything it increased Quinn's popularity with the Cheerios and Jocks. Since being a freshman, Quinn always had a girl on her arm. That, however, didn't stop Quinn from making passes at Rachel Berry. Quinn would hit on Rachel while having a girl on her arm. That grated his nerves more than anything.

Even when it came out that Quinn had a penis, Quinn still beat him. One afternoon, after the news spread throughout school, Quinn stood on the table that housed the jocks, dressed in dark wash skinny jeans, pulled down to her ass, to show off her Calvin Klein boxers, tight white wife beater that showed off her abs and leather jacket, told the school, "Yes, I have a penis. I was born different. God made me different. And I feel very blessed because of it," a smirk grew on Quinn's lips, she winked at a few Cheerios who blushed and giggled, "And boy, did he make me blessed. Nine inches blessed." The girls' swoon, the jocks cheered, offering man hugs and Finn rolled his eyes, stealing a glance at Rachel. Rachel's cheeks were flushed and she was fiddling with the straps of her backpack. He growled in his throat.

In their senior year, Quinn was voted class president, made honor roll, valedictorian and was giving a special plaque in her honor for all she has done for the school. Quinn would be off to Harvard with a new Audi, and Finn would be heading to Lima's Community College his rusty Ford truck. It would be the last of Quinn Fabray for ten years, until their ten year reunion. But it was all worth it, every single lost and ridicule was worth it because he, Finn Hudson, had the one thing Quinn didn't have. Rachel Berry. In freshmen year, he wooed Rachel Berry by joining Glee, serenading her with Journey songs and chocolates. It worked, Rachel was his. Or so he thought.


He thrust once more into her, emptying himself into her, dropping his lead heavy head on her shoulder. "Did you come?" He panted out, his hot breath tickling her neck.

She swallowed, shifting uncomfortable under his weight. "Yes," she murmured in the darken room. She blinked back the tears that threaten to fall.

He pushed himself onto his forearms, looking directly at her. "Rachel, did you come?" He asked again in a firmer voice.

She looked away. "No."

"Dammit." He rolled off of her. "I thought for sure you had." He blew out a deep breath.

The silence in the room was suffocating. They have been together for close to fifteen years. Yeah, they broke up a couple of times through the years, but they've always found each other. Rachel was everything to him. His only prize for all that he's done. After high school, Rachel had left him for four years to attend NYADA. They reunited when he surprised Rachel on her graduation, and they've been together ever since. Rachel was now the lead in Wicked and he worked as a mechanic. It only bothered him slightly that Rachel brought home way more money than him, or how the papers called him Mr. Berry. He didn't let it get to him because he has Rachel. Which is why is he willing to share Rachel if it meant he could keep her.

"My friend Rob at the shop likes to brag that he loves watching his wife with other men," he said thickly. "Are you interested in that? Being with other men," he elaborated.

Rachel gasped. "That's cheating, Finn. Despite what the papers write, I have not cheated on you."

"I know, okay," he hissed. "I know you haven't cheated on me, Rach. It won't be cheating, anyways. You have my permission, there will be rules and I'll be in the room…watching." He closed his eyes for a moment. "I don't satisfy you. You know it, I know it. I'm too…I'm too small. I come to easy. I can't even go three minutes without blow my load. I mean, how long did I last this time?"

"Two minutes," she supplied, unaware it was a rhetorical question he asked on his part.

Finn barked out a humorlessly laugh, "Two fucking minutes. I'm truly a minute man."

"Finn – "

"No!" Finn interrupted Rachel. "Don't tell me it's okay. I should be able to give my fucking wife an orgasm without her needing a piece of plastic made from a factory. I'm going to lose you, Rach. You're all I have. Rob told me it's called cuckolding. Just think about it, okay. I'll be fine with whatever you choose."

"Okay," Rachel whispered.

It was two nights later Rachel answered. Finn couldn't believe she said yes. His wife, his prize, his everything, just agreed to let some other man fuck her while he watched. He swallowed around the lump in his throat.

"I guess we should set some rules," Rachel said, pulling on her gown. "What do feel uncomfortable with?"

All of it, he wanted to say. He was not okay watching another man have his way with what was his. He couldn't say that, though. He squashed back his retort. If this is what he had to do to keep Rachel, to show Quinn fucking Fabray he won, then so be it.

"It's not just me, Rach. It's you, too. Let's decided together, all right?"

Three nights later, a week before their high school ten year reunion they finally had a solid list.

"So, here are the rules. No kissing, no marking, no coming inside, you may give him a blow job, but he can't come in your mouth. And no ass play of any kind. Oh, and you can't shout his name."

Rachel grabbed the notebook, tossing it on the floor, reached over to shut the light off and snuggled down in bed, closing her eyes. "All we need is a guy who's willing to participate," she murmured seconds before she fell asleep.

They didn't find anyone by the time they left to Ohio.


Finn looked at the name tags on the rectangular table. He was looking for one name. Since it was alphabetical he could easy see all the F's were gone. Quinn Fabray is either there already, or didn't RSVP. He hasn't spoken Quinn since their last day of school, but that didn't stop him from seeing the bane of his existence. No, Quinn Fabray had to one up him again by being the biggest actress in movies. He had to see her fucking face on every billboard, on every bus, on movie trailers, and commercials with her and little sad puppies and hungry kids that always make Rachel tear up. He had to see her accept best actress at the Oscars Rachel insisted they watched in February. He had to watch her win.

"Hey, are you ready?" Rachel asked, having to just come back from the bathroom."It looks like everyone is here." Her gaze was on the table Finn was just looking at.

They weren't even there for twenty minutes when Quinn walked in. Nothing had change in her appearance. Quinn was still breathtakingly beautiful as she was the day she left Lima. Finn hated her a little more. He looked nothing like he had when he left high school. His stomach was a little paunchy and his hair was receding a little. It was Rachel's hitch of breath that tore his attention away from Quinn, who was now talking to Santana and Brittany.

When he saw the glazed, flushed look on Rachel he knew who their person was going to be.

Great. Just fucking great, Finn thought bitterly. Quinn fucking Fabray was cuckolding his wife.

TBC in the last installment.

I hope this qualifies as the prompt. It contains jealousy and the endgame is Faberry. There were no specifics that it had to be only Rachel and Quinn being the ones who are jealous.

Those of you who are waiting for an update to The Christmas Elf, I'll be posting last tonight.