Sing for the Fuinn.
AU as of about ¾ of the way through comeback.
Chapter 1: I'm an artist to
Quinn turned to face Finn, but avoided looking him in the eyes.
'Fact is Sam's an artist' she said, moving her head towards his ear. She whispered 'it turns me on.'
Finn recovered unusually quick and breathed into her own ear 'I'm an artist to.' Quinn ignored the shivers running down her spine and merely said 'Prove it'. She turned on her heal and walked away.
GLEE CLUB – NEXT DAY
Mr. Schuster stood in front of the glee club 'Okay so, still on anthems. Let's see who wants to sing today... Finn! Great, c'mon up.
Finn walked to the front of the club, he could feel their eyes on him, normally this wouldn't bother him but today he knew that, if anyone was super perceptive (or in his own words had 'super noticing things skills') that he was screwed. He picked up a guitar (electric, there SO much cooler).
'So...like, I know all the boys have been doing Justin err... Bieber, but I thought that I would do something from our Scottish friends 'cause those dragon rule!'
A few snickers went round; he had obviously mixed the Scots and the Welsh. However, one person wasn't laughing. Quinn. She knew he would step up to her challenge, but a Scottish song, that certainly was new and it was admittedly, quite clever for him as she knew that hardly anyone would know the meaning of the song. Although, she may just be giving him more credit then he deserved, he may have just liked the song, I mean he was Finn. She zoned back in as he opened his mouth.
You say I love you boy
I know you lie
I trust you all the same
I don't know why
'Cause when my back is turned
My bruises shine (he risked a glance at Quinn here, he knew he couldn't be to obvious)
Our broken fairytale
So hard to hide
But, I still believe it's you and me till the end of time
When we collide we come together
If we don't we'll always be apart
(He glanced between Quinn and Sam and back again) I'll take a bruise I know you're worth it
When you hit me hit me hard
Sitting in wishing hall
Hoping it stays right
Feet cast in solid stone
I got Gilligan's eye
But I still believe, it's you and me till the end of time
Ohhh,
When we collide we come together
If we don't we'll always be apart
I'll take a bruise I know you're worth it
When you hit me hit me hard
When you hit me hit me hard.
A thunderous applause rang through the club, breaking Quinn's Finn-induced come. Who knew Finn could pull off that song, I mean, he was a great singer but...
Wow.
He gave Quinn a small smirk and sat back into his seat.
With a 'well done Finn, that was great' Mr. Schu continued the club.
'So, my song huh, pretty awesome. Did that prove I'm an artist; did that prove my point about us?'
He asked, Finn had finally managed to corner her at her locker after English.
'Oh, that song was your great, all inspiring proof that you're an artist?' she replied, fake sarcasm dripping through her voice, to most people it was a convincing act but...
'Glad you liked it' he smirked
'Didn't you hear me, I was being Sarcastic' she replied
'I know you well enough to tell when your faking sarcasm' he replied, flashing her his lop sided grin that made her heart perform one of coach Sylvester's more err... ambitious routines.
He was the only one that noticed, not even Sam could tell and they'd been dating what 5 months (A/N I MADE THIS NUMBER UP). Her walls against Finn Hudson crumbled.
Just as it always did.
She kept him talking, she used the conversation as a distraction, leading him somewhere were they could freely talk. Snog, part of her brain corrected. Talk; reiterated the other part.
Snog.
Talk.
Snog.
Talk.
Snog- oh were here, her brain reminded itself
Quinn turned the door handle and walked into the auditorium, Finn staying back hesitantly. Quinn climbed onto the stage and turned to face him. 'Well?'
'Huh?' he stated dimwittedly
'Well, you've final got me all alone after secretly serenading me in front of my boyfriend and all you can say is 'huh?'
'Hey, I already asked you my question, and I want a real answer.' He replied, catching her trying to change the subject, he knew that he was breaking her down, getting to the real Quinn. She knew it to; she knew that sentence was unusually smart for Finn.
I never thought I'd even think this but, he was right. She knew she would have to choose. Now...or never.
Finn. Her heart beat her head to the punch line and even if she argued the heart could always overrule the brain on this matter.
What her heart couldn't do however was make her say those words. Don't get me wrong it was sure as hell working on it. She knew she was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode. She couldn't answer now.
'Yo-' the bell rang. Thank god, saved by the bell. 'Have faith in us Finn. Bye' she called over her shoulder, as she walked away; she couldn't see the hope shine in his eyes. After all, she hadn't said no or Sam or any other words that could've killed him inside. She'd was, at least, thinking on him. It reminded him of a song he heard recently.
And I know that you're somewhere, thinking of me.