A/N: So due to most of you guys reviewing for me to continue this story, I've decided to make it more than a one-shot. I'm writing some of this before the prom episode, so parts of it are completely inaccurate from canon. I apologize for updating so late, but I just couldn't find the time to proofread so this has been in my computer for awhile. [Even right now, I still not so sure if everything's correct. Feel free to review about any mistakes I might have made!]I hope you'll all forgive me! Enjoy the story!

P. S. Please excuse the lack of Fabrevans this chapter. There's a somewhat hint at the end, but currently I have to show the lameness that is Fuinn.

Disclaimer: Food-less, summer-less, and glee-less. It's a sad world that we live in.

He feels dumb as he walks into the auditorium on Thursday. He's wearing 'party' clothes and carrying around a steering wheel, which he had found lying around near the dumpster of the motel two days ago.

Puck had come over that day to practice, and the boy had managed to convince him and Artie that it would be 'epicly badass' if they used it for their song. The mohawked boy had guaranteed it would help them win.

The three of them were performing last, so they get to size up their competition before they go on.

Santana performs this song by Air Supply, while Mike dances around her. The Latina stops singing after the chorus. She complains about how their song was too sappy for prom, and Mike glares at her. Everyone awkwardly claps when the two bow. He vaguely catches Mike calling Santana out for throwing the competition for someone.

Rachel bounces on stage next, Kurt, Lauren, and Mercedes in tow. They begin to sing the theme song to Dream Girls, but halfway through their performance, the four start to bicker on stage. It looks like Rachel had accidently stepped on the sash of Kurt's new coat, and the boy had become defensive, yelling about 'prada' and how it was worth much more than 'nada.' Then Mercedes marches off with Lauren as they complain about the divas they have to work with. He sees Mr. Schue shake his head and call out the next act.

Everyone is confused when Blaine walks confidently up on stage, Brittany and Tina carrying mic stands on either side of him. He starts singing I'm Not Going to Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance with You, while the two girls harmonize in the background. The whole club stands up to applaud them when they're done, and Mr. Schue questions why Blaine is at McKinley and not Dalton. The boy explains that Brittany and Tina had asked him for the favor, plus he wanted to surprise Kurt. All the girls swoon and Kurt turns tomato red, while Mr. Schue declares that they've won one of the two performing spots for prom.

Then Quinn gracefully stomps to the front, and Finn lumbers with a stoic expression behind her. He notices that her eyes show tiredness, and that her lips are turned into a fake smile. He opens with the first lines of a Backstreet Boys song, and she sings the chorus about how 'I want it that way.' They circle around each other angrily, and by the time they're done, she looks about ready to slap him. Everyone feels uncomfortable, so they just stare as Mr. Schue critique that the song was a great choice, but the way they sang it wasn't prom-appropriate.

He jumps up and waits for Puck to roll Artie onto the stage.

"So I know all of you might laugh," he begins, "but hear us out before you judge us. Go!" He nods to his friends.

Puck starts to sing the opening lyrics, and he hears someone laugh in the crowd. They don't pay attention though, and keep singing. He tosses the steering wheel to Artie, then he and Puck form a line behind him, popping out every few seconds. As they sing their last 'partying, partying, yeah,' everyone cheers and whistles.

"Well I can honestly say I wasn't expecting that," Mr. Schue confesses. "But, you guys managed to make it work, so for successfully making that song 'fun, fun, fun' you guys can sing it at prom."

Puck smirks at Artie who holds his hand up for a high-five. He shakes his head because he can't believe they just won. He tells the guys he'll see them tomorrow, and he jogs out to the parking lot. He starts up his jeep, and drives to the motel to babysit his siblings.

She opens the door to her house, extremely tired out from being at school. Not only did she lose another glee competition, but she also had argued with Finn at least three times today.

He was questioning her about her close friendship with Sam, accusing her of falling in love and cheating with another boy. She had then fought back by asking why she had seen him talking to Rachel earlier in the halls. Their discussion had turned heated, making them both angry. They hadn't apologized yet, so now they aren't speaking to one another.

She just wishes he would trust her. She knows she hasn't always been faithful in her past relationships, but most of the time he's the one causing her to cheat. The mistake with Puck resulted from him neglecting her, and her finding out about him kissing Rachel. Then her incident with Sam had started when he was tempting her to come back to him.

She sighs as she place the keys on the table. A bright pink note catches her eye, and she picks it up.

Quinnie, I decided to visit your sister in Columbus for today and tonight. I'll be back tomorrow afternoon. I left money in the jar, and if you want, brownies in the oven. Please be safe home alone. And absolutely no boys allowed in the house. Remember, abstinence abstinence yay yay yay! Don't let any boy tell you otherwise. Love, Mom

She walks over to the jar and checks how much money is in it. It's a hundred dollars, so it should definitely last until her mom gets back. She figures that she'll just order a pizza for dinner tonight.

She's just about to dial the phone for Pizza Hut, when her phone starts to vibrate in her hand. Finn H., it reads.

She doesn't know if she should let the call go to voicemail or if she should pick it up. She notices that the phone has stopped vibrating, but seconds later it begins again. Pressing the call button, she decides to listen to what Finn has to say.

"What do you want, Finn?" she mumbles tiredly. No one answers, just light breathing on the other line. "Finn? This isn't funny."

A voice suddenly speaks up, panicked. "Help! Quinn! Help me!"

She forgets about all the anger she had for him earlier and becomes concerned. "Finn, what's wrong? Are you alright?"

"No, I...," his voice cuts off.

She freaks out for a few seconds, but then takes action when the reality of the situation sets in. Finn could be in trouble somewhere, and he needs her help. She grabs her jacket from the living room chair, finds her car keys, and bolts to the door.

As soon as she opens the door, however, she finds Finn standing there. He's safe, and he had her worried for absolutely no reason. He seems like he wants to tell her something, but she's too mad and angry right now to listen to what he planned to say.

"Are you out of your mind?" she yells. "You can't call someone during the night for help, and then expect them to not worry about you! You're so stupid!"

He looks hurt, and she thinks good because he deserves it. "I'm sorry! I didn't know you would freak out."

"Wouldn't freak out?" she shouts. "Why wouldn't I freak out when I get a call from my boyfriend at seven in the evening, and he's asking for help? I love you, you big dumb idiot, and of course I'd be concerned about you!"

He smirks then, and she wants to punch that smile off his face. "So you do love me, huh?"

"That's all your concerned about right now? That I love you? Ughhhh!" she says, throwing her hands up in the air. She's about to close the door on his face, but then his stupid gigantic hands are able to catch it before she's able to. He nudges it open again.

"Look, I'm sorry, Quinn, for everything," he explains, an apologetic and puppy-dog expression on his face. "I shouldn't have yelled at you earlier for hanging out with Sam. I should have trusted you. And I'm sorry that I scared you right now. I just knew you weren't going to talk to me, so I thought it was a good idea to make it seem like I was in trouble. It was an awesome plan at the time, but I guess I didn't think it through. I'm sorry that I'm really retarded, I just needed to speak with you. I couldn't lose you. I love you too much."

The anger in her heart softens a bit, but she's still mad at him for putting her through that grief. "I forgive you for accusing me earlier, and I'm sorry for getting mad about Rachel. But now I'm pissed at you because you had me worried for no reason."

She quickly tries to close the door again, but just like the last time, his hands are able to stop it. "I'm sorry, I really am. But please just come outside real fast? Just give me five minutes and hear me out. When my time's up, I swear I won't bother you again for the rest of my life, which by the way is going to be hard since we're sort of dating and I tend to..."

"If I go with you, will you shut up already?" she interrupts. It sounds rude, but once he begins to ramble, it usually doesn't stop for a good fifteen minutes.

He smiles widely then and nods. She lets him take her hand and lead her onto the front lawn. Standing confused in the darkness, she's about to ask him what's going on as he leaves her side to walk a few feet away from her.

"Hit it guys!" he hollers.

Suddenly, two bright rays are shining on her. She sees that one of the lights is coming from Puck's old Chevy truck. The other one is from Finn's Toyota 4Runner, and she notices a blonde mop of hair in the passenger seat, with little blonde kids squirming around in the back.

"I know I never asked you to prom," he starts, "so I thought I'd make it up to you with this proposal. I hope you'll forgive me, Lucy Quinn Fabray, 'cuz I really love you. I know we have our issues and that we hurt each other a lot, but all couples usually do. What really counts in a relationship though is how you show the other person how much you love them and how willing you are to make them happy."

He ends his monologue and whistles. Puck and Sam come out of their vehicles to join him, strumming notes on their guitars. She doesn't know what song their playing, but when Finn begins singing she finally realizes what is. It's the original Forever Young by Alphaville, their song.

When they had first begun dating freshman year, Napoleon Dynamite had been one of the first movies they had watched together. It was on TV the first time she was at his house. She hated the movie since it was completely childish, but Finn loved it, calling the movie 'pretty sweet' and 'awesome.' She had changed her mind after Finn had told her that when they went to prom together, he would request for the DJ to play Forever Young for her. She thought it was 'pretty sweet' of him to say, and from then on, it had been special to them.

She shakes off the memory playing in her head to focus on her boyfriend singing. Noticing for the first time the 'Vote for Pedro' shirt he has on, she starts to giggle as he walks towards her to hold her hand.

The song ends, and he presses a piece of paper to the palm of her hand. "I sort of forgot to bring a pen for you."

She doesn't understand what a pen has to do with anything, but everything makes sense when she unfolds the paper. It reads Will you go to prom with me?, and underneath is the word check with a yes and no box at the very bottom. She involuntarily smiles because the note is so elementary school, but it's also such a Finn way to ask, making it perfect.

"You're such a doofus you know that," she teases. His face falls, and he clearly doesn't know that she had been joking. She feels bad at first, but she knows her answer will make it all better. "Of course, I'll go to prom with you, Napoleon."

He grins, picking her up and swinging her around.

"Damn, Hudson, can you try and not make me and Evans here fucking puke," Puck says. The two other boys had now reached them, and Puck looked disgusted, while Sam appeared to be amused by the situation.

"Oh, shut up, Puckerman," she retorted. After staring at the blonde and the mohawked boys for a few seconds, something clicks in her head. "I can't believe you two let Finn call me asking for help! What in the world were the two of you thinking?"

"I thought it was a pretty great idea," Sam shrugs. She shakes her head because sometimes she wonders if Finn and her ex-boyfriend share a brain.

Puck smirks at her. "Thought it'd be fucking hilarious to see this pussy over here act like a dumbass in the name of love."

"You're such a jerk, Puck," she says.

"Ouch, that really hurt," he mocks, clutching at his chest. He grins wickedly after a minute. "Don't you find it a bit fucked up that you've practically banged every guy here right now, Fabray?"

"Dude! Totally not cool," Finn defends, shoving at the boy's shoulder.

Puck holds his arms up. "What? The Puckster is telling all truth right now. So maybe she didn't sex us all up, 'cuz none of you two are as awesome and fucking sexy as me, but Finn you've practically boned her with your clothes on and Sammy boy has used his fishy lips to suck on more than air around her."

"Ok, you're being a complete asshole right now, man," Finn glares, taking a step towards his friend.

Sam's about to diffuse the situation by playing peacemaker, when a series of honks from Finn's truck steals their attention.

"Sammy are you guys done yet?" a squeaky voice yells. "I really want my kids meal now, and Finn said he'd buy me an ice cream too!"

Puck breathes out in relief. "Man, Evans, your little sister is a life savior. She's like a pint-sized female version of the Good Lord. You should seriously consider making her switch to Judaism. It's way better than this Messiah crap Quinn preaches."

"Hey!" she tells him. "Christianity is not crap."

More honks come from the street, and Puck says he'll jog there to keep the two pipsqueaks company. He salutes and winks at Quinn, then jets off in the direction of Finn's 4Runner.

"I think that was his version of an apology," Sam explains. He sees Puck profusely run his hand through his mohawk, so he knows the other boy is having trouble entertaining his brother and sister. He hates to impose on Finn and Quinn, but he seriously needs to feed his siblings some food and then get them to bed. "Hey, is it alright if we go man? Bedtime's in like two hours."

Finn nods, telling him to start the truck and that he'll be there in a minute. Smiling, he thanks the taller boy.

"I'll see ya later, Quinn!" he waves, walking backwards towards the street.

Sitting down in the side seat, he turns the key in the ignition. He looks up at Quinn's house, and sees her kissing Finn. He feels the tightening of his gut and the jumping movement of his stomach.

"Eww!" Stacy says from the back. "Why is Quinn kissing Finn? Doesn't she know that all boys have cooties? That's go gross, Sammy!"

"Totally, Stace," he agrees. "So gross."