Day 1: Movie AU

Quaine in: The Time Traveller's Wife

Quinn ran as fast as she could, ignoring the trees and wildlife around, ignoring the gravitational pull she felt threatening to drag her in to a fall, ignoring the shouts of her parents that were still echoing in her head. And when she finally arrived, there he was, his hair gelled back, doing up the buttons on one of her daddy's old shirts. A brief worry clouded her mind about what would happen to her if he knew she'd taken his clothes, but then Blaine smiled and walked towards her, and it disappeared. He helped her lay out the blanket she'd brought, and then she unpacked the picnic basket - a juice box each and the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches her sister had made. She handed him a sandwich and urged him to eat; he smiled - she was always looking after him, no matter how old she was. They sat comfortably, Blaine enjoying his sandwich and listening to Quinn read the book she had brought with her (which had clearly been read one too many times) aloud to him. Blaine watched her with an amused smirk on his face, still not quite sure of their relationship. She read until the end of the chapter before placing the book down and taking a slurp from her juice box.

"Are you married?" she wondered, her voice alive with the curiosity of an eight year old. Blaine stifled a laugh at the irony of it all, quickly coughing to avoid any skepticism (she was a very bright girl after all).

"Yes, I am" he answered with a nod, fiddling with the ring on his left hand.

"Is your wife a time traveler?" she asked again.

"No. No, thank God" Blaine observed Quinn, and couldn't help but think how lucky he was. Because now he'd get to go home and curl up with his wife in the bed they shared, and talk about how cute her hair looked in pigtails, and how her glasses suited her. Quinn remained oblivious to this entire thought process, instead studying the pattern on the blanket, her eyes occasionally flickering to her shoes, and avoiding Blaine's gaze at all costs.

"Do you love her?" she asked, reluctantly.

"Yes. Very much" she looked… deflated. Like she was expecting the answer she got, yet she didn't want to hear it, and Blaine couldn't work out why. "What's wrong?" He leant over and lifted her chin to look at him.

"Nothing. I was just hoping you're married to me"