we'd be so less fragile if we're made from metal
and our hearts from iron, and our minds from steel
if we built an armor for our tender bodies
could we love each other? would we strive to feel?
you want three wishes
one to fly the heavens, one to swim like fishes
you want never bitter, and all delicious
and a clean conscience and all it's blisses
you want one true lover with a thousand kisses
you want soft and gentle and never vicious
and then one you're saving for a rainy day
if your lover ever takes her love away
~three wishes. the pierces.
one.
(finn&quinn)
(f i n n pov)
(1951)
The first time you saw her, she was wearing a long skirt and a button up white shirt. She was dressed like those girls on the front of the catalogs your mom liked to buy, a bright smile on her face and her pretty blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail.
She was new to town, only seventeen years old and fresh from the city. There was gossip around town that she had to move in with her aunt because she had a child out of wedlock and her parents refused to allow her to live with them anymore. You weren't sure that it was all true, because it was a small town and there was a lot of gossip, but it was all people could talk about.
"Finn, would you mind terribly going to the store for me? I know you probably have to go back to work soon, but please do this for me? I'm completely out of food," your mom asks you one Saturday morning.
You're just barely eighteen years old and still in high school. You're a senior this year and looking forward to graduation, even though you have no clue what you're going to do with the rest of your life. Right now, you work at the local diner as a fry-cook and it pays enough that you can buy things like the newest leather jacket or parts for your dad's old car whenever it isn't working properly.
You shrug on your jacket and leave the house, choosing to walk as it's only a few blocks to the local store from your house.
Your mother is outside the norm when it comes to the other mothers around town as she actually has a job, a teller down at the bank. She had to start working when you were fourteen and your father passed away. The other women didn't associate with her much because of it and you always felt bad that she was an outcast in her own town.
But it was a small city and things that broke the pattern, that were outside of normal, were not tolerated.
The only man that your mother had shown interest in, about a year after your father died, was the local mechanic. He moved shortly after that though because his son was being harassed, las you heard they had moved to New York City where abnormal people blended in more easily.
You're lost in your thoughts when you get to the store and as you walk in, you knock someone over as they try to exit.
"Oh, jeez, I'm sorry!" you quickly say, automatically bending to help her collect her things. You look up at her to put the apples you just picked up back in her shopping bag and meet warm hazel eyes and a pretty smile.
"That's quite all right," she laughs, putting some dried spaghetti back in another bag. "You're so large it's a wonder that you don't knock over more people!" she smiles at you, taking the last apple from your hand. You smile back, and blush slightly glancing down at your feet. It's true that you're a little on the large side, you tower over all the other guys at school and most of the girls only come up to your collarbone.
"I should have been watching where I was going," you reply.
"Oh!" she suddenly exclaims, shifting all the bags to one arm, her cheeks flushing pink, "my name is Quinn. I'm new in town."
"Finn," you return, reaching out to take her bags. "Let me help you with those."
"Well, thank you, Finn. I'm headed this way," she says pointing down the street and flashing another one of those smiles at you.
The two of you start walking towards her aunt's house, your arms full of her groceries. She's laughing and smiling like the sun, her gold hair shining and her eyes glimmering. She's just so bright.
She's unlike anything you've ever seen before.
You leave the bags for her and walk backwards out her front door, a flush on the back of your neck and a crooked grin curling your lips as you wave a goodbye.
"It was nice to meet you, Finn," her voice calls out as the door shuts behind you.
You don't know it yet, but you just sealed your fate.
Things progress rather rapidly after that, you 'randomly' bump into Quinn all over town, just happening to find her when she's buying groceries or walking home from school. She lives on the other side of town, so she's in the only other high school available, and you were disappointed to find that you wouldn't be able to spend classes with her. You try to make up for the time lost after school and on the weekends.
It's only been three weeks since the two of you met when you ask her to go steady with you.
It's a question that you've only ever asked one other girl, a cheerleader named Brittany, and that ended rather abruptly when you found her behind the school with some guy named Arthur or something.
Quinn had come to visit you for work and she was waiting for you as you cleaned up, the sun glinting through her hair and making her already golden skin practically glow. And you just couldn't help yourself.
"Quinn Fabray, would you, uh, would you go steady with, well, me?" you stutter out, before consciously deciding to even speak. You blush as soon as the words escape your lips, your fingers twisting nervously together. Maybe you regret asking her in that way, but you don't regret asking in general.
She smiles, slow and sweet, her voice smooth as honey when she responds. "I think I would enjoy that, Finn Hudson."
Weeks pass by in what seem like seconds.
You spend every possible moment with Quinn, lost in her warm laughter and honey hair and smooth skin. The two of you sneak out to meet each other at night, go on dates and are completely, head over heels, irrevocably in love.
Your friends don't approve, tell you that she takes up too much of your time and that she's a loose woman, not worth your time. Her aunt doesn't like you, she seems to think that the gossip about why Quinn left the city in the first place would have died down by now if not for you.
Your mother is the only one who understands, and it's only because she remembers what it feels like, to be that in love.
Life seems like it's perfect.
And then it's all gone.
One second, one blink, just one moment and everything's gone.
You were behind the local diner with Quinn, leaning against the wall with Quinn cuddled up to your chest. You're slowly running your fingers through her hair, saying something about your friends and some stupid stunt they pulled today when he comes around the corner.
He's shaking, dressed in pants that are too small and a shirt that's too big. His dark hair is greasy and limp, hanging over bloodshot eyes.
A dark silver gun gleams in his right hand.
"Give me your money kid! That necklace too, Blondie," he pants out, breathing harshly as his hands continue to shake. You reach into your pocket without protest, grabbing the money that you got from your last paycheck and beginning to hold it out.
Quinn speaks before you can though.
"No," it's all she says, her voice firm and hand steady as she reaches for the locket clasped around her neck. It has a diamond on the front, engraved flowers and two small rubies. It's bright gold and you've never seen her without it.
You've never seen the pictures inside either.
"Give it to me!" the man shrieks, dropping the gun as he goes to shove her. You hear the gun hit the ground and go off at the same time you see Quinn slam face first into the wall, her hand still clenched around her locket.
There's a cut on her forehead and you're looking at her in horror, trying to figure out how bad it is while blood slips down her porcelain face.
That's when you register the pain in your chest.
You glance down, reaching with too pale fingers to feel the blood seeping out of your chest. You're falling, starting to get dizzy, and you hear the gun go off again. The man runs while Quinn falls next to you, red staining her shirt to match yours.
She reaches out one hand, the one with the locket in it, and places it over yours.
"I have a daughter named Beth. This is the only picture I have of her," she barely breathes the words, gasping in pain as she attempts to shift so that she's closer to you.
There are people above the two of you now, you can hear someone shouting and somebody's crying, but all you can focus on is her.
"I would have liked to meet her," you murmur back, the metallic taste of blood beginning to flood your mouth.
Her eyes warm. "I'm sure she would have liked you."
You just nod, the cool metal of the locket contrasting with the warmth of her skin on your palm. Your eyes are beginning to blur, everything but Quinn becoming a mere blur.
All you can see is her.
"We didn't get enough time together though," you whisper, choking as more crystalline tears slip down her bloodied cheeks.
She smiles at you like sunlight. "It's okay, Finn. We'll see each other again. Our story isn't finished yet."
She looks so certain that you relax, allowing your eyes to close and reaching out to grab her hand.
One last stuttering breath.
Your eyes slip shut and her hand goes slack in yours.
You'll see her again.
Okay. So. There's part one. I'm currently planning on five more parts, but if there's any other couples that you guys are dying to see, let me know in a review.
I don't own Glee or it's characters or the song Three Wishes.
And, as always, thank you for reading and (hopefully) reviewing!
