Mushy, gushy fluff dedicated to my husband. Inspired by A House is Not a Home, the Glee Cast Version. Love, Katie

I don't own Glee, or Sonny… But I would love if you reviewed. Please, and thank you.

Home

Sonny sat on the couch staring unhappily at the empty space next to her. There were tears streaking down her cheek as she played with the ends strands of her hair, humming some tune she couldn't really place.

She couldn't believe that they had fought over something so stupid. They had fought over what color to paint the bathroom. He had wanted blue and she had wanted yellow. Chad said that she was way too particular, and she had called him a jerk. He had scowled and told her that he had to catch a flight, and then he was gone.

And here she was sitting in their living room stuck eating ice cream, whipped cream and watching sappy movies.

She hated it. She hated that she wouldn't see him for days, and they had ended on such a bad note. She sighed as she took another bite of her chocolate ice cream. She longed for him to come back for her to tell him how stupid she'd been and for him to gently kiss her lips. Her heart ached for him. It was a sinking feeling in her stomach, so strong that it made her queasy.

She looked at the color palate which she had rested on the coffee table; she noticed that the color blue he had picked matched the shade of his eyes perfectly. She sighed, pushing it away from her. She blew her nose as she flicked off the T.V. knowing that watching this sappy romance was not helping at all. She picked up her phone, hoping to dear God that Chad would've called her or texted her. But her heart sunk when she saw that he hadn't. She tried to make herself feel better by telling herself that he was probably on his flight to the Caribbean to film with his sexy co-star. Her stomach churned again.

This place, this apartment wasn't the same without him, without his laughter in the hallway. With only the noises of the air conditioner and the refrigerator to keep her company, it was like torture. She clutched her Blarmie to her chest, but only to discover it smelled like Chad. Frustrated she threw the Blarmie across the room, trying to get it as far away from her as possible.

She picked up her phone again, trying to decide if she should call and leave a message, apologizing. She decided that this would be a bad idea, she would sound like a crazed idiot she was sure of it.

She wanted nothing more than to bury her head in his chest and gently kiss his neck whispering over and over how much she stinking loved him. How she wished he would come home. He belonged here. Surely he had to know how much her heart was longing for one simple kiss, one simple phone call. He had to know how even though he was thousands of miles of away, she could steal feel the warmth of his touch, the safety of his arms. She could smell his cologne and that stupid Volume Enhancing shampoo he used. It made her think she was possibly slightly crazy.

Suddenly her phone vibrated and she got hopeful but she discovered that it was only Lucy. Disappointed she shoved the phone away from her so she wouldn't be tempted anymore. She switched the channel deciding that she would stop throwing herself a pity party and get over it. He'd be back in a few days, maybe.

She couldn't believe she was about to do this. She picked up the phone and called Chad.

"Hey this is Chad Dylan Cooper, the greatest actor of his generation, leave a message."

She couldn't help but laugh when the beep sounded.

"Are you the best actor Chad? Are you really?" She sniffled. "I just called to say I'm really sorry about the bathroom thing, you were right anyway, that color blue is perfect." She paused for a second.

"I love you Chad, and I miss you, please come home as soon as possible. It's just so weird here without you." Finally the machine beeped telling her that her time had elapsed. She sighed and hung up the phone, letting it droop down onto the couch next to her. She had to admight that even though right now she hated Chad she hated herself more for being completely ridiculous.

She sighed taking another bite of her ice cream which was now a pool of goop in her bowl. More than anything she hated when she couldn't snuggle next to him and kiss his soft lips and whisper good night as she fell asleep in his arms. She yawned, stretching herself on the couch.

As she closed her eyes she thought of kisses stolen in the hallway before work, the hugs when she was having a bad day. She loved the gentle whisper of his voice telling her how gorgeous she looked when she hadn't even put on any makeup. She loved the way he would always wrap his arms around her just before they fell asleep.

"Chad," she whispered.

For a moment, his face appeared in front of her, and she reached out only to discover that she had been looking at his picture on the wall.

But suddenly she heard a key in the door. She sat up straight, only to discover that Chad was leaning against the door frame with a ridiculous smirk on his face.

"Miss me much?"

She squealed and threw herself over the back of the couch and ran full speed at him. The force made his body hit the wall with a dull thud. She kissed his neck, his jaw, randomly whispering 'I'm sorry' and 'I love you' between each kiss.

After a few moments he laughed and gently pulled her chin up so her eyes met his blue ones. Instantly she felt warmth trickling back into her soul.

"I got your message."

"What about your flight?"

He laughed again. Oh, how she loved his laugh.

"It can wait till tomorrow," he whispered. "I missed you."

And then he was pressing his soft, perfect lips against hers.

He was home. At least till tomorrow.

-x-