Finn Hudson sat on his plush, thousand dollar couch as he sipped a beer and watched Star Trek. His wife of three years, Quinn Fabray was currently at work, as one of New York's finest real estate agents.
He himself was not at all ashamed to say he photographed models. He worked for William Shuester, head of LBM photography agency. He loved putting an artistic spin on something as simple as taking a picture. To Finn, it was so much more than getting paid to photograph hot models.
One of his best friends, Santana Lopez worked as a model for Ryan Murphy's modeling company NYM modeling. Santana had the exotic look, full lips, bronzed skin, and large breasts. He had zero interest in her romantically, and never had. For one, she was a lesbian and had a girlfriend that she'd been with for six years. So that was quite the turn off for him.
She lived with stylist Kurt Hummel and fellow model Rachel Berry. Kurt also worked for Ryan. He worked as both a stylist and makeup artist for Rachel. Rachel was one of Ryan's favorites, always getting praised very highly and getting all the good photoshoots and magazine covers. Blaine Anderson, was Ryan's other favorite. Coincidentally, the two were brother and sister. Something that annoyed Santana to no end, even though she and Rachel were very good friends.
But Rachel, by god Rachel Berry drove him wild. She had these perfect locks of dark brown hair, pink, pouty lips, chocolate brown eyes, and a fucking rocking body. Seriously though, she had the tightest, sexiest body he had ever laid his eyes on. And he'd been working with models for almost seven years.
She drove him so crazy. She played the whole innocent, but sexy act very well. But one of his favorite things about her was her voice. Before testing out modeling, she had done a few years on Broadway. She had been the lead in a revial of Funny Girl, played Maureen in RENT, and a few other minor roles. Then when she was offered a spread in a magazine, she jumped at the chance to experience something new and absolutely loved modeling.
Since then, the two had worked together on many occasions. The chemistry between a model and their photographer had to be perfect in order for a photoshoot to be popular with the public. Will loved their chemistry and therefore suggested Finn as her photographer many times.
And holy fuck did they have chemistry. And it more ways than one. She was so good in bed. And Finn knew that. Very very well. He and Rachel had sex nearly everyday. Sometimes twice a day. And yeah, he was married. And yeah he regretted cheating on Quinn. The only problem was that he couldn't stay away from her.
He felt like he only really had a good day when he saw her. Quinn and him, were purely for convenience in his eyes. On paper they worked well together. They were one of the star couples in New York . She, the beautiful blonde who had sold houses to many stars, he, the handsome photographer.
Unfortunately, another star couple was Rachel and Sam Evans. Two hot models who'd been together for almost two years. And Finn hated the guy with burning passion.
He was smug most of the time, had really annoying blonde floppy hair, and enormous lips. He just bugged the crap out of him. It was like Sam knew Finn fucked his girlfriend everyday because he seemed to share the same hatred for Finn.
He'd constantly find ways to touch her when Finn was around, it was like he knew it irked Finn.
Finn closed his eyes as he thought about how much he wanted Rachel right now. He wished she wasn't off to dinner with that tool Sam...
The keys shifted in the lock and Quinn opened the door, sighing as she pulled her coat off and hung it on the hook. "Hey babe. How was work?" Finn asked, shaking himself out of his Rachel haze and setting the remote down, going over to give Quinn a kiss.
She sighed again dramatically. "Horrible. That stupid new client of mine is getting on my nerves." Quinn threw her keys into the bowl and crossed her arms.
"That Puckerman guy? What's he doing now?" Finn rubbed her shoulders.
"He keeps hitting on me. And flirting constantly. Which, usually doesn't bother me because I'm taken, and of course, I never mind having people pay lots of attention to me." Quinn stated, rather snobbishly in Finn's opinion.
"But with him, I don't know. It makes me feel like a piece of meat. It's very uncomfortable. Not to mention he's so crass with his language. Maybe he knows Santana. They both have the worst potty mouths I've ever heard in my life." Quinn griped. Finn stifled a laugh. Really, who says 'potty mouth' anymore?
"So complain to your boss. Give him to some other realtor." Finn shrugged nonchalantly, not seeing the big deal.
Quinn however, felt her eyes bulge as she pulled from his grasp, heading to the bedroom with him following along. "No way. Do you know how bad that would be for my reputation? One little mark on your record and you're thought of as a picky person who is hard to work with. Not to mention weak because I couldn't handle a client. So no freaking way Finn. That is a stupid idea. I thought you of all people would understand the importance of a good reputation." Quinn explained.
"Okay then, sorry. What are you going to do?" Finn asked, watching as she winced and took off her heels. Yeah, he'd be tired too if he walked around all day in heels.
"Nothing. I'm going to grit my teeth and deal with it. But that doesn't mean I have to be happy about it." Quinn laid back on the bed.
"You can do it. I know you can." Finn sat next to her and kissed her hand. "Now, about the party tonight..." Finn started off excitedly.
"What? We're still going to that stupid party?" Quinn asked crossly.
"Stupid party? Quinn, it's Santana's twenty ninth birthday. We have to be there." Finn pouted.
"But Finn, I'm so tired. And she'll have other birthdays. Just please, can we stay home? You'll have more fun here I promise." Quinn winked seductively. Finn almost relented at the look on her face. Almost.
"No. Quinn I can't miss this. This is Santana. Like, one of my best friends since middle school. That wouldn't be fair to her. She's never missed one of my birthday parties." Finn argued.
"And I'm you're wife Finn. Don't my needs matter? I'm exhausted. You get to sit at a desk all day while I'm hurrying around this city, showing off dozens of apartments, houses, and town homes a day." Quinn snapped back.
"That's not fair Quinn. Everything can't always be about you. And do you even remember what I do? I don't sit around all day, I'm a freakin photographer." Finn spat, standing up and storming out of the bedroom, "I'm going to go get dressed." Finn added, slamming the door and pulling out his phone. He had seven people on his speed dial.
Number one, was his mom of course. Number two was Rachel, Quinn was number three, Santana was four, Artie Abrams was five, Kurt was six, and Brittany, Santana's girlfriend was seven. He tried to keep himself from thinking that spoke volumes about who was most important to him.
He clicked number two and waited for her to pick up the phone. She answered on the third ring.
"Hey Finn! You coming by soon? Santana can't wait to start drinking." Rachel's bubbly voice giggled over the phone, instantly calming Finn.
"Hey Rach, I think I'm gonna be just a few minutes late." Finn replied, talking in slightly hushed tones so Quinn couldn't hear his conversation.
"Is it Quinn?" Rachel asked calmly. They'd been through this several times. Finn and Quinn would get into a fight, either big or small, prompting Finn to call Rachel right after and explain the whole thing, pleading for advice. There was something about her singsong voice that made him feel better in an instant. And she always had very good advice.
"Yeah. She says she's tired and doesn't want to go. Which wouldn't be that bad if I didn't know how she works. She'll 'let me go' only to make me feel shitty when I get home. She'll guilt me into doing whatever she wants because she'll claim I should'nt have left her alone when she only wanted to stay home with me. And then I'll continue being the wussy and never man up, letting her step all over me. I always cave Rachel. Always." Finn rattled on, the words just tumbling out of his mouth.
"I know Quinn doesn't like Santana or I, but you'd think she'd have the decency to bear through it for you." Rachel sighed. "Is there any other way you could convince her to come along? Santana won't be thrilled, but she'll be too drunk off her ass to notice for long."
"I don't know. She keeps insisting she's tired. She had to get a dig in at me of course. Claiming I just sit around in a chair all day." Finn rolled his eyes. He really did love Quinn, but she could be really mean sometimes.
"First of all Finn, you and I both know your job requires much more than sitting in a chair. So don't listen to her. And as for convincing her, maybe you could use her fear of people. You know, tell her how bad it would be for her image if people found out you were off partying at a club without her." Rachel suggested.
Finn blushed a little at her compliments. "Brilliant. You're a genius Rachel. I don't know what I'd do without you." Finn sighed, a smile on his face.
"Anytime baby." She purred, switching from friendly to drop dead sexy within seconds. "So I'll see you soon?"
Finn nodded, though she couldn't see. "Yes you will. With or without Quinn. I miss you by the way." He pouted, wishing he could hold her right now.
"You'll see me in a little while Finny. We haven't had time to get dirty today. Maybe we can fit something in at the party. That is if you can sneak away from the ice queen." Rachel giggled.
"Oh I'm going to sneak away. I want that sweet little pussy of yours so badly and right now, I'd kill for it." Finn spoke quietly, his voice hoarse.
"Baby you're making me wet already, stop." Rachel moaned softly, the sound sending goosebumps up and down his arms.
"Rachel..." Finn closed his eyes, his head leaning back and hitting the wall behind him.
Rachel sighed. "As much as I want phone sex right now, I'm in a very public place and Santana is walking over here. Please hurry baby. I need you." Rachel told him.
Finn rubbed his hard on a little. "I'll hurry baby. Goodbye." Finn hung up after she returned the sentiment. He clicked off his phone and turned to see Quinn coming into the room with her arms crossed.
"I've made up my mind Finn. I'm not going. And unless you want to sleep on that damn couch again, you won't leave me here alone while I'm tired and cranky. You'll stay with me." Quinn said without remorse.
"Well I'm going either way. But I wonder what the paparazzi will think when they found out superstar realtor Quinn Fabray's man went out partying on a Saturday night without her. Will they think I'm cheating on you? Who knows. But I'm sure they'll come up with something humiliating for you." Finn mocked, shocking Quinn and making her mouth drop open.
"T-that, that wouldn't happen." Quinn's voice wavered, her need for acceptance outweighing her need to get her way again.
"Guess we'll have to test that theory won't we?" Finn winked, walking past her to the bedroom, finding the grey crew neck sweater Kurt told him to wear tonight. Quinn scurried after him, watching him pick out his clothes.
She struggled with herself for a moment, knowing Finn wasn't going to back down. "Fine." She cried angrily, walking towards the closet, grabbing her planned dress and stomping towards the bathroom. "Be ready in half an hour." And with that, she slammed the bathroom door dramatically, leaving Finn shaking his head and chuckling to himself.
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The birthday party was now in full swing, Santana had disappeared onto the dance floor with her girlfriend Brittany, Mike and Artie were busy trying to talk up woman at the bar, while Rachel, Kurt, Finn, Blaine, Sam and Quinn were all sitting around a small table tucked to the right of the bar.
Quinn as usual, was acting like she was bored and totally above getting drunk at a bar, playing with her nails with a bored expression on her face. Kurt and Rachel sat there with their heads together, whispering and giggling to each other, both slightly tipsy after drinking three apple martini's each. Sam, Finn noticed, had his fucking arm wrapped around Rachel's shoulders.
"So Rach, any luck with landing a cover lately?" Finn asked, tired of sitting in silence with Quinn brooding next to him while Blaine sat on his other side, playing Temple Run on his iPhone.
Her and Kurt stopped giggling so she could face Finn and answer. "Ryan has been working on getting me into Nylon's fall issue somehow. Whether it's on the cover or just as a clothing model." She shrugged, twirling the straw around with her tongue as she answered.
"I'm sure you'll find something soon Rach. You're too amazing not to." Finn complimented. A light blush appeared on her face. Quinn rolled her eyes not so subtly.
"Thank you Finn." Rachel smiled. Finn stared at her and nodded. Kurt cleared his throat and pulled Rachel up by the arm.
"Well, as much as I'd love to stay here and sit in this awkward silence," Kurt hiccuped slightly, "I need to go find some eye candy. I saw some really hot guy go onto the dancefloor, and my gaydar was going off the charts. Plus, my knitted sweater bestie needs to be my wingman. Woman, whatever." Kurt winked, pulling Rachel with him onto the crowded dancefloor.
Finn felt his stomach churn unpleasantly as he watched Rachel disappear with Kurt. He eyed the top of her little head until he couldn't see it anymore, gulping slightly. Great, so Kurt dragged her away and now he was stuck here with his grumpy wife, hated enemy, and Blaine.
Not that Blaine wasn't awesome, but he was a very reserved person and didn't like to start conversations. He was much shyer than the rest of their group. The only time he wasn't, was when he was in front of the camera performing. "So Blaine," Finn started. "How about you? Any good jobs lately?"
Blaine slipped his phone into his coat pocket and smiled. "Well, I just finished a shoot for some toothpaste commerical. It's some random unpopular brand, but it's still exposure. Rachel and I are really hoping Ryan can get us into Nylon this fall." Blaine grinned. Quinn crossed her arms and contined inspecting her nails.
"That's awesome. You think he'll be able to get it for you?" Finn sipped his beer.
"Yup. Ryan is very very good at what he does. He adores Rach and I, there's no doubt in my mind that he can't do it. It's really just a matter of when he can land it for us. I'll put in a good word with the bosses, maybe he can get you in as the photographer. Everyone knows how well you and Rachel work together." Blaine sipped his own ginger ale, not being much a drinker.
If only he knew just how well they worked together.
"I'd really appreciate that Blaine. I love working with you and Rach." Finn replied happily, not noticing the glare Quinn sent his way.
Blaine smiled at him. "How about you? How's the photography biz going? Any new shoots for you?"
"Not much lately no. I'm still getting paid for that Vogue shoot last summer. And I had the shoot with Manning last month, for the sports gear. But shooting with Heidi Klum did wonders for my paycheck. I am thinking about getting into some camera work though. The career opportunities could really open up for me." Finn answered, his voice matching Blaine's own enthusiasm.
"That's awesome. I saw your ad for that new Giants football gear in the paper. I bought a jersey to wear to games." Blaine ran a hand through his curls.
"Really? Thanks man. I didn't know any of you saw that." Finn's eyes noticed Sam standing up and stomping over to stop Rachel from dancing with some plastic looking dude, making Finn's stomach dip uncomfortably.
He hadn't even noticed Blaine was now talking to Quinn. "Yeah. It's really hard work, but I've already sold over 20 places this month. I'm very persuasive." Quinn boasted. Blaine nodded and smile politely.
Sam returned, looking surly as he glared at Rachel and the guy she was still dancing with.
"I'm gonna go get a drink. You guys want anything?" Finn stood up abruptly. Sam shook his head no.
"Can you get me another ginger ale?" Blaine asked.
"Sure man. Quinn you want anything?" Finn shoved his hands in his pockets.
"No. I'm fine." She said shortly, pulling an annoyed face at him.
"Fine." He rolled his eyes, stalking off towards the bar. He pushed through the crowds and made it to the very busy bar. Given Santana was a popular model, her party was extremely crowded with models, photographers, actors and directors alike.
He leaned against the counter and smiled at the bartender. She blushed and began working on his order. A pair of hands suddenly wrapped themselves around his waist, startling him. He felt the person place kisses on the small of his back. He shivered and that only meant one thing.
It was Rachel.
He smiled widely and turned in her arms, resting his hands on her shoulders. In public they had to play it as they were best friends. When in reality, all he wanted to do was kiss the hell out of those beautiful lips. She looked up at him, a smile playing on her lips.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, moving her lips to his ear. From a passerby's point of view, it just looked like she was hugging him. "Meet me in the woman's bathroom in five minutes baby. I need you in me." She whispered seductively, licking the shell of his ear before she pulled away.
He smiled lopsidedly at her, his heart thumping faster at the thought. He reached for her hand and squeezed it, their eyes already stripping each other naked. God it had been almost twenty two hours since he'd been inside her, and that was way too long for him.
His eyes raked down her body, all the way down to the bottom of her short red dress that was sitting on her beautifully tanned thighs. He sighed. She had such a crazy hazy effect on him. They'd been having this affair for two months now and he still didn't understand how he could want someone so bad, at every time of the day.
She played with his fingers for moment, smiling once more before disappearing back into the crowd. He watched her go with a lovesick puppy-dog look on his face. "Excuse me sir. Your drinks." The bartender tapped his shoulder, making him turn around. He smiled gratefully at her and grabbed the drinks, heading back to the table.
He glanced down at the drinks, making sure none of the spilled, when a little slip of white paper caught his eye. He rolled his eyes and smirked when his brain made the connection. The woman gave him her number.
Given the fact that not only was he married, but having an affair with another woman, that girl dedintely didn't have a chance. "Thanks." Blaine smiled, taking a sip of his ginger ale.
Finn glanced down at his silver watch, his foot tapping as he glanced over at the bathroom. He swirled his drink around a bit, Blaine once again on his phone and Quinn talking to Sam animatedly.
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes again. Sam was doing one of his God awful impressions. It made him want to bash his head into the table so he wouldn't have to hear the fake way Quinn was laughing at Sam's shitty impressions.
Finn downed his beer. It would make his lie about sneaking off to the bathroom more believable if he actually drank a lot. He checked his watch again, drinking the last of his beer.
"Dang Finn. Thirsty?" Blaine chuckled, looking at Finn from across his own drink. Finn smirked.
"Yeah, just one of those nights. Damn beers go right through me though, I'll be back. I gotta piss." Finn stood up, Quinn glancing over his way. He ignored the looks from the table and pushed his way through the crowd towards the bathrooms. Looking both ways before discreetly sneaking through the women's door.
He felt awkward as he stood there, thanking God there were no other woman in there at the moment. He rolled back and forth on his heels. After another minute, he decided it would be safer to wait in the handicapped stall because it was larger. He shut and locked the door, playing doodle jump on his phone to pass through the next few minutes.
He almost dropped his phone as the door opened. "Finn?" Rachel whispered.
He quickly unlocked the door and grinned at her, opening his arms wide. She giggled and leap into his arms, her hands snaking their way to the back of his neck. He sighed happily, one hand locking the door again, the other holding Rachel by the waist.
"Sorry I was a little late baby. Some fans wanted a autograph. And who am I to disappoint my fans." She twirled the hair on his neck between her fingers.
"It's okay. I'm just happy you're here in my arms now." He leaned forward and pecked her lips. The moment he pulled away he wanted more.
She seemed to be thinking the same thing, because she pulled him back into her, her lips caressing his mouth open so she could dive her tongue inside. He responded with even more enthusiasm, pressing her against the bathroom wall and sliding his hands up and down her sides.
"Mmm we gotta be quick today baby." She murmured against his lips as he sucked on her bottom lip hungrily.
"I know, we can't be gone too long, Quinn will definitely notice. She looked at me weirdly before I left." Finn trailed kiss down to her neck, sucking the skin lightly.
"She hates it when you and I are in the same room. Though, I suppose she has reason to considering our current position." She giggled, rubbing herself against him.
He moaned, sliding his hand around to squeeze her butt. "If only she knew." He smiled at her. She grinned back seductively.
"What are you waiting for baby? Take my panties off and fuck me already." She kissed from his cheek to the base of his neck. He growled against her, his hands slipping under her dress and pulling her panties down quickly.
She fumbled with the zipper of his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down as far as she could until his hard cock sprung out, making her moan louder as it pushed against her leg.
He wasted no time in pushing her dress up so it pooled at her waist, grabbing ahold of his cock and rubbing it against her entrance. "Finn..." She whined, "Just fuck me please. No more teasing."
He smirked at her, loving the way she begged him. When he continued to tease her, she grabbed him by the hair and pulled his mouth to hers. "Fuck me now." She ordered sternly, biting his lower lip.
He growled lowly and in one push, was buried deep inside her. She moaned and released his lip, throwing her head back against the tile as Finn began thrusting on and out of her. "Oh Finn... Fuck baby, fuck fuck fuck." He smiled widely at the sound of her cursing like a sailor.
He slid his hands into her panties, rubbing her clit to try and get her closer to the edge. He usually had no problem with arriving early. But combine Rachel Berry and sneaking around, and he could come within five minutes. She screamed as he rubbed her feverishly, his thumb sliding across her engorged clit every few seconds.
She rocketed forward into his arms, laying her head on his shoulder and biting the skin lightly, leaving a purple mark. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of her around him like he always did. It made him so happy to know that she had gotten on birth control just for him. It made him think she adored him as much as he adored her. That she loved feeling him too.
She screamed into his shoulder as she came hard around him, bucking her hips against him wildly. "Ohhhh fuck Finn, baby..." Rachel rambled as Finn shot his load into her, making them both cry out again.
She curled her fingers in his hair and he laid his head down in the crook of her neck. "God Rach." Finn held her close, not ready to let go of her yet.
Rachel sighed. "We should get going. I wish we had time for cuddling, but we are in a bathroom at a bar." Rachel pulled his head from her neck, pecking his lips lightly.
"I don't want to." Finn pouted. "I wish I could stay over tonight." Finn cupped her cheek, doing his best to avoid carrying Rachel home and having his way with her all damn night. He settled for rubbing her soft, tan thigh with his other hand.
"We will be able to soon baby. Sam is going to L.A for a couple days. Maybe you can make up some excuse for why you won't be staying in your own apartment." Rachel smiled hopefully.
"I'll think of something. I can't wait babe." Finn kissed her again, frowning when she slid down his body and pulled her panties up. He ran and hand through her hair gently, watching her as she smiled up at him and pulled his boxers and pants up at once.
The moment she stood up, he wrapped his arms around her. "I'm gonna miss you tonight." Finn whispered into her ear, kissing the soft skin behind it. She moaned a little.
"I'll miss you too. As always, I'll be imagining it's your arms wrapped around me." She giggled, pushing on his chest lightly to put some distance between them. "And stop trying to sway me into a round two. You know that's my weak spot." She poked his chest playfully, referring to the skin behind her ear.
Finn pouted again. "I can't wait to go and enjoy that amazing company out there." Finn rolled his eyes. "Will you at least cone sit down again so I'm not sitting in silence? At least when you're there I can picture you naked and under the table giving me a blowjob." Finn chuckled.
"Well, as enticing as that sounds, that table happens to be housing your wife and my boyfriend." She smirked up at him, her long lashes fluttering.
"Don't remind me." Finn frowned again.
"And I thought you liked my brother. Blaine certainly likes you." Rachel put one hand on her hip.
"I do like him, he's super awesome and he loves comic books just like me. But he doesn't talk very much. He's pretty much the polar opposite of you." Finn laughed as she smacked his arm.
"Shut up. Now go. You head out first, I'll come out in a couple minutes." She kissed him one more time, sending him out of the stall.
"Alright. Have your cell on later, I wanna call or text you." Finn stole one more kiss as she giggled and nodded.
"I will baby go." He smiled goofily as she pushed on his chest again, shutting the stall door to take away his temptation to kiss her again. He sighed happily, adrenaline coursing through his veins as a result of phenomenal sex.
Then he sighed again with more annoyance. He just wanted to stay with Rachel all night. Even if it meant standing in the bathroom for the rest of the day. He reluctantly sat back down, Quinn glancing at him in suspicion.
"What took you so long?" She asked.
"I was using the bathroom." Finn shrugged nonchalantly. Quinn continued giving him looks until Rachel returned minutes later. God she looked so kissable, her lips still slightly swollen from their kisses.
"So where did Kurt run off to?" Blaine asked, finally looking up from his phone.
"He found some guy named Elliott or something. Anyways, they disappeared into the crowd a little while ago." Rachel answered, sipping her apple martini.
Blaine nodded, his face suddenly sad. "I think Santana left with some blonde woman. Let's go home Finn. I'm tired." Quinn stood up, leaving absolutely no room for argument. Finn discreetly rolled his eyes.
"That blonde girl is Santana's girlfriend, Brittany." Finn told her. When her only response was to tap her foot impatiently, Finn gave in. "Fine. Bye guys." Finn gave Blaine a quick hug, merely nodding at Sam before moving on to give Rachel a friendly hug. He discreetly kissed the side of Rachel's neck, wanting more than anything to drown in the smell of her fruity shampoo and vanilla lotion. She sighed as he pulled away and winked.
Quinn tapped her foot impatiently again until Finn walked towards her. Sam glared at him as he led Quinn away. Once they were out of earshot of the others, Quinn slapped his arm hard. "Ow! What?" Finn asked incredulously.
"I've learned to accept that you and that tramp-" Quinn huffed angrily.
"Don't call her that." Finn hissed lowly.
"Whatever, I've accepted that you two are best friends, but can you reframe from showing such public displays of affection around her? We're married remember? If the paparazzi get a whiff of those photos, everyone will be speculating whether you two are together." Quinn snapped. Oh how right she was, she just didn't know it.
"I'm allowed to hug my friends in public Quinn. I hugged Blaine." Finn grumbled.
"Jesus Finn. Blaine is a gay man. Rachel is your straight model best friend. It's much more likely that they'll come up with rumors about you two." Quinn rolled her eyes, speaking as if she was addressing a two year old.
"Whatever Quinn. I'm gonna do what I want. You're not my mother." Finn told her as they got into the cab.
"No, but I'm you're fucking wife. How about you try and treat me and my feelings with some respect." Quinn crossed her arms and pouted.
"Are you kidding me Quinn? All I do is tiptoe around you and your feelings. I have to find ways to live my own life while still trying to make you happy. And you give nothing up to be this relationship. We're married. We're supposed to respect eachother. And when you call be stupid or treat me like I'm an infant, it doesn't exactly feel like respect." Finn spat.
The rest of the ride home was pure awkward silence as Quinn huffed angrily and crossed her arms. She obviously knew he was right because she turned to the window, ignoring him completely.
The driver cleared his throat, stopping the cab as they arrived at the front of his and Quinn's building. Quinn stepped out, still fuming as she stormed up to the apartment. Finn groaned in annoyance as he paid the driver, the pinging of his phone alerting him to a text message.
He waved to their doorman and whipped out his phone, grinning like an idiot as read Rachel's goodnight message.
Hey baby. ;) Hope the Ice Queen isn't giving you a hard time. She looked pretty pissed when you two left.
Finn scoffed. Pissed was an understatement. Quinn freaked out when Finn and Rachel were in the same room.
Yeah she's pretty angry lol. Nothing new tho. She just can't handle the kind of chemistry we have babe. :)
He rode the elevator up to the loft, already anticipating sleeping on the couch. Quinn has probably already shut herself the room and locked the door.
That's right cutie. ;) She's just jealous.
Finn pushed open the door, his face stuck in what felt like a permanent smile.
I miss you so much already :(
He sat on the couch, kicking off his shoes and turning on the tv so the low sounds of the news droned out the sound of Quinn slamming things around in their room. He laid back, rubbing his face tiredly until his phone beeped again.
Aww baby. I miss you too. :) But I'll see you tomorrow right? We can get lunch together.
Finn sighed a little. He felt like he was stuck in this permanent state of going through the motions. He couldn't decide if he was truly happy with his life or not.
Definitely. I can't to kiss those soft lips of yours. :)
He laid down and got comfortable, waiting for her next text.
I'm already getting wet just thinking about your lips all over me babe. ;D Goodnight!
Finn grinned widely, picturing her body nestled in his arms as he kisses her neck gently.
Goodnight baby! I'll be dreaming of you. :)
She sent back a winky face and a heart and Finn laid his head back, his thoughts as usual surrounding by her beautiful face as he smiled up at the ceiling. Then as his bedroom got quiet and Quinn presumably fell asleep, Finn drifted off, dreaming not of Quinn, his wife. But of his Rachel, his everything. He slept like a baby.