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A/N: I am a Finchel fan, but most of this story will be Fuinn, though that is just the beginning.
Also in this chapter Quinn will do another thing that could push Finn away, she might not be confronted for taking the photo because Finn is a bit clueless and he will believe anything:
(See: Season 1)
Chapter 2: Slipping Though My Fingers.
(QPOV)
She was in Finns bedroom; she had been let in by Kurt who was downstairs watching a musical with Mercedes and Rachel (that was awkward).
She hand timed her visit carefully, Carole and Burt had to be out (she wasn't allowed in the house when they were around), Kurt had to be home but Finn had to be out.
She walked around his room; it was fairly untidy but tidy at the same time, there was a bigger bed, an old chest of drawers, a drum kit, a computer desk and a chair and TV with an Xbox.
She walked to the desk, she looked toward the door, checking if anyone was coming, reassured she turned back to the desk and opened each drawer, in each one there was stationary, textbooks and sheet music.
She closed each drawer and turned to the chest of drawers; she started at the top and went down.
Clothes.
Clothes.
Clothes.
She knew there were probably clothes in the last one but her instinct told her to look.
She opened it and it was filled with things she thought Finn would never hide.
Photo frames.
Sheet music
And what seemed like recipes, she searches through the sheet music, it was mostly duets.
She looked at the recipes and it was mostly cakes and banana bread.
She then looked through the photos, it was, once again more pictures of Finchel.
There was a larger picture of the one in his wallet, there were others; they were mostly set over the summer.
In every photo they were all loved up, she then thought back to her summer, she was depressed because of Beth and stressed because of stretch marks.
She then thought of what her summer would have been like if she had stayed with Finn, if Rachel hadn't told him the truth or, maybe, even, if she had kept Beth.
Her thoughts were interrupted by footsteps in the hall; she quickly threw the photos, recipes and sheet music and closed the drawer. She quickly sat on the bed and waited for who was coming.
"Quinn?" a male voice called out, she immediately knew it was Finn before he entered.
"Hey," she said, Finn then came in fully and closed the door behind him.
'Why are you here?" he asked curious.
'Um… I'm here to see you" she said convincingly, she moved closer to him and kissed him, she started to drag him towards the bed but he suddenly pulled away.
'Uh... Sorry Quinn, I can't" Quinn looked at him questioning him, asking him to explain.
"I mean… I want to but Kurt's downstairs, with Mercedes and….. Rachel" he said the last part nervously, glancing up at her to see her reaction.
"Uh, yeah, oh wait, Finn, can you get me a drink?" she asked.
"Sure, what do you want?" he said, happy she had dropped the original subject.
"Diet coke?" she answered, he nodded at this and quickly walked out the door, not giving her a second glance.
She slumped back onto the bed, staring at the bottom drawer she sighed deeply.
Why was it that whenever she thought she had him for good Finchel would strike again.
Every day she felt she was closer and closer to losing him.
He was slipping away from her.
