Put Your Loving Hand Down
Pairing: Quiane.
Musical Inspiration: "Beggin'" by Madcon
Summary: Broken together might just be what they needed. She wasn't his type but who could really say no to a crying Fabray? Quaine
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He wouldn't mistake that hair anywhere. He had spent every Sunday for three months staring at it from across the Hudson-Hummel dinner table. It was shorter, but her face was easily recognizable even from thirty feet.
Quinn Fabray used to be his rock. The only thing that made him a little more comfortable at the family dinners that Kurt drug him to. Mainly because she had felt just as uncomfortable as he had and would shoot him looks to share his pain.
Then she stopped coming.
Blaine had two of those weekly dinners with Rachel as Finn's guest before he stopped going as well.
Kurt Hummel had managed to stomp his heart under his heel at a stupid misunderstanding and seeing Quinn Fabray now, even kinda made his insides ache.
"Anderson?" He looked up to see that she had made her way over.
He gave her a quick one over, "What are you doing here?"
"Free country." She shrugged, the classic Fabray smirk playing across her face.
"And that..." He raised a hand to the lapel of the Dalton Blazer she was wearing.
She shot a quick glance around the hallway, making sure no one was actually paying attention to him.
"My mother's boyfriend is a Dalton Alum, we're here to make a donation for some mixer they are having next week." She replied, her smirk dropping at the mention of her mother's beau. "This-" She pinched at the lapel, "-was a gift."
He chuckled softly, "It looks good on you."
Her eyes rolled slightly, the motion causing his eyes to lock on the light green irises, "Yeah, I'm sure I look mannish enough to pull it off."
He quickly shook his head, there was nothing that could even be remotely 'mannish' about Quinn Fabray. The thought slipping from his mouth before he even realized it as he found flashes of black spindling from her pupil.
Her brow raised, "T-th-thanks."
Blaine bit his tongue, pulling his eyes from hers deciding if he was going to have a conversation with her, he should focus on another part of her face and not let himself get lost in eyes that shade.
He made the mistake of training his eyes on the corner of her pout. The downturns of her lips a common thing around her mother and even though her mother was smoozing some Dalton heads with Jacob Calverson, Quinn was still uncomfortable.
He wasn't going to lie, if he was a different guy, Quinn Fabray would be the girl he'd chase to the point of insanity. But, Blaine Anderson couldn't change who he was and he wasn't into girls. Especially not blonde cheerleaders who even with super short hair and a Dalton blazer still oozed feminine sexuality.
"Would you like...a tour?" He spoke quickly, moving his eyes quickly back to hers.
"Uh...sure." She grinned, running a hand through her hair.
Being Blaine Anderson, he held out his arm for her. Quinn's slender arm slipped through his almost without a second thought.
"It's been awhile since we've had dinner." He looked over at her profile, "It kinda sucked after Finn stopped bringing you."
She tensed beside of him at the mention of her ex, "Y-yeah well, it kinda sucked not being able to go. I...I loved his family and those dinners, even though it always felt weird watching their dynamic."
"God, I know!" He laughed, "It was like being at the zoo and not being able to even pet the animals."
She cracked a smile, her body loosening as they started down the main hallway, "I agree, Finn probably does belong in a zoo...how are the dinners now with...with Rachel?"
It was Blaine's turn to tense up, "I don't-I haven't been, Kurt..Kurt dumped me."
She stopped mid-step, turning to him, "What! You guys were...so happy, I thought."
"So did I." He muttered, frowning.
Quinn turned again, taking another step forward, "Sorry for bring it up."
His head shaking, Blaine sighed, "I should be able to talk about it, it's just I feel so lost. He was the first person I loved, and now I don't have him."
She nodded, softly, "I've been there. It gets better, as stupid and cliche and as untrue as it sounds, it does."
"Yeah..."
"At least you have some support, it seems like everyone's taken Finn's side on the glee club and I've never had that many...friends." She frowned, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
He cleared his throat, "I haven't really told anyone. I-You are actually the first person I've been able to tell."
Her jaw slacked, but she knew it wouldn't be smart to draw attention to her surprise or the fact he hadn't told any of his actual friends such a major detail about his life. Curiosity clawed at her and she let out, "Don't they ask?"
He shook his head again, "I've kinda danced around the subject."
"Literally danced?" She laughed, raising a teasing brow for the sake of lightening the mood.
He couldn't control the smile on his face, "Yes, literally, I've been learning the Soulja Boy to dance around a file labeled 'My Breakup'."
Quinn nibbled on her bottom lip, "Maybe I should do that too."
Before Blaine could ask her if she was still actually hung up on Finn Hudson, Wes and David choose to appear coming out of the senior commons.
"Anderson!" Wes yelled from down the hall, while David's eyes keyed in on Quinn.
"Who is your friend?" David smoothed back his hair with his hand, and put on a smile.
Wes upon noticing the female on Blaine's arm, missed a step and followed David's example of adjusting his appearance when they actually reached Blaine and Quinn.
Blaine sent her a sympathetic look before speaking, "Guys, this is Quinn Fabray, Quinn this is David and Wes."
"Hello, Miss Fabray." Wes smiled, holding out his hand to her.
Quinn looked uncomfortably at Blaine before moving her hand into Wes's and shaking his hand. As soon as his fingers met hers, Wes brought her hand to his lips, brushing them across her knuckles.
"Hi." She murmured pulling back her arm, and trying to subtly wipe her hand on the side of her jeans.
"Sorry for this guy, not everyone is as desperate for female attention." David grinned, holding out his own hand to her.
She took it, though she clinched her jaw in preparation for him doing something similar. David stuck to a simple shake and released her hand after a moment.
She smiled to him, "Nice to meet you...both."
"So are you single?" Wes blinked.
Blaine laughed awkwardly, "Uhh...Wes, back off."
Wes groaned, "You're in a relationship, Blaine, you needn't hog the girls. Especially hot girls in our uniforms."
David raised a brow, realizing it, "Is that your's, Anderson?"
"Ye-yeah, it's his." Quinn answered, not wanting to give the real story and not really thinking about it.
"Wh-what?" David's eyes widened.
"Why would she be wearing your uniform?" Wes asked.
"Blaine?" Quinn turned her body to face him more, "I'm feeling kind of thirsty, weren't you gonna show me the cafe?"
"Yes, the cafe..." He nodded, winking to her, "Let's go get the lady a drink." He turned back to Wes and David, "Don't you two have underclassmen to tutor?"
Wes nodded, regretfully, "Yeah, we need to head to the east library. I'm hoping to see you again soon, Miss Fabray."
"Very soon, perhaps?" David added.
Quinn gave them a one-shouldered shrug, "Who knows? Maybe."
This caused Wes to grin widely, "Looking forward to it."
Blaine nodded to them both, and started walking around them with Quinn tightly at his side.
"Sorry about that." He chuckled when they were out of ear shot, "We might have a sister school, but they don't meet many girls."
Quinn's shoulders relax, and she laughed, "It's fine. I actually kind of miss the attention I used to get from guys. At McKinley, after the pregnancy, I kinda became a dating pariah."
"Well, I can give you the Dalton guarantee that if you become a frequent visitor, you'll have more attention than one girl could ever want." He spoke in a faux-tour-guide voice.
"I haven't had a hand kiss in a long time." She giggled, "Even if it was kinda weird."
He pushed open one door to the cafe, "I'm sure there are plenty of non-McKinley guys who'd love to kiss your hand. I'm sure Wes would probably even pay to do so."
Blaine lead her to a table, releasing her arm to pull out a chair for her at one of the round tables. Quinn sat, crossing her ankles and propping her head on her fist. He moved around the table to sit across from her.
"This is familiar, isn't it?" He motioned at the table between them.
Her eyes met his, "I feel like Burt should be here explaining how to change transmission fluid oil right now."
"And Carole should be telling Finn not to eat so fast or he'd get another stomach ache." Blaine added, with a grin.
"Kurt's head would be hidden in his hand, begging them to stop embarrassing him." Her eyes lit up, "As much as it hurts thinking about him and the better days, I forgot how fun those dinners actually were."
He shook his head, "You made them fun, it was a lot worse when Rachel was there."
Quinn snorted, "Everything is worse when Rachel is around, I can't believe you actually dated her for like day."
"She was...I don't know, I was drunk when we kissed and then, I thought 'who knows?' and then she kissed me again, luckily, I was sober and...it just wasn't for me." Blaine shrugged.
"Obviously." She looked at him teasingly, "You might have been straight had to picked any other girl to drunkenly make-out with."
He laughed, "Yeah maybe, but as I recall, you weren't playing that night."
"I'm sure kissing me would have had similar results." She shook her head, grinning.
He gave her a shrug, "Who knows...anyway, I doubt my orientation will change even though I felt like it was going to when Kurt ended things."
"I think everyone thinks like that. I was five minutes from trying to seduce Santana, one day before I managed to get ahold of myself." She tried to sound reassuring and helpful, wanting to reach out to someone who seemed to be going through the same thing she was.
He nodded, "Fabray, I think you should give me your number."
Her brow cocked up, "In case you feel like seducing a girl?"
"No, because we both need a friend, right now."
She pulled her phone out of the blazer pocket, sliding it across the table to him, "Yeah, I totally agree."
Blaine picked up the phone, programing his number into his contacts and sending a text to his phone, "Done." He slid it back to her hand.
She looked down at the screen, giggling.
Hey, sexy.
"Very nice." She commented, before putting it back into her pocket.
He laughed, "I figured it was what you were thinking."
She nodded, her giggles still coming, "Exactly, it's like you read my mind."
"I knew you found me attractive, Fabray." He winked, pulling out his phone to read 'her' text and save her number.
"Quinnie?" Her mother's voice cut off anything that Quinn was about to shoot back to him.
Quinn's head turned, seeing her mother and Jacob standing in the doorway with the dean and a few other Dalton board members. She slid out of the chair, "Are we leaving?"
"Yes, the board is treating us to lunch." Judy smiled, her hand raising to beckon Quinn over.
Quinn nodded, turning back to Blaine, "I'll...how about we see each other soon?"
He nodded, "Text me."
A smile played across her lips, "Will do."
"Quinn?" Judy repeated.
Quinn groaned, exhaling before turning back, "Coming."
AN: Quinn and Blaine are too attractive to not be shipped together.
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