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New York City, Present Day 2013
The house was still as Quinn sat at the dining room table, head in her hands. She couldn't believe this was happening. She had been having this sinking feeling for months now but she didn't want to believe it. She didn't want it to be true but her grams had always told her 'go with your gut feeling' and that feeling had been there all along. Finn had volunteered to pick up dinner from their favorite take away place after he got in from work and when Quinn went to call him to remind him to pick up some wine as well she had realized he had left his phone. She chuckled to herself as she went to silence it because that was just like her husband, always forgetting things like the dope he was but soon that chuckle died in her throat because there wasn't anything funny about the messages she stumbled upon.
No she wasn't snooping. That wasn't the kind of woman Quinn was. She trusted Finn and now she was starting to think that was her mistake. Once she read the first message, she couldn't stop herself and soon she was absolutely sick to her stomach, that feeling of betrayal smothering her. He was cheating on her with another woman right under her nose. Quinn knew that things were rocky for the two of them after they lost the baby but she was beginning to think they were making progress. She really thought that the two hours they spent in therapy twice a week were starting to pay off but now she couldn't have been more wrong.
Quinn thought she really should have seen this coming though because as much as she liked to lie to herself, she knew this was a marriage of convenience. They accidently got pregnant and because her mother couldn't even begin to think about the shame this would bring upon the sacred Fabray name, she let her pressure her into a marriage she wasn't quite ready for yet. Yes she loved Finn, he had become her best friend, but she wasn't ready to give her life over to someone else. But he was the picture perfect man her mother wanted for her. He was her safety net. With him, there was no real risk. So she agreed to five years of marriage only to get duped in the end.
Quinn let out a frustrated sigh and ran her hand across her forehead. The endless questions were running through her mind now. How long has this been going on? Has she ever been to the house before? In their bed? She couldn't stop the plague that was now assaulting her brain. She hated Finn for making her feel this way. She gave him her everything and stuck by him through thick and thin. She thought he at least loved and respected her enough to never do this. Or at least have the balls to leave her. She knew he didn't though. And it was in that moment that Quinn made up her mind. She would be the one to do it then.
"Hey hon, they didn't have the chicken in red curry sauce that you like so I got the one in yellow!" Finn yelled out as he made his way towards the dinning room, the faint sound of him kicking off his shoes being heard.
"I hope that's alright…" Finn stopped in his tracks as he saw Quinn sitting at the table, eyes red rimmed and her make up slightly running. Finn placed the take away bags on the table, along with a bottle of red wine.
"Quinn, what's wrong?" He asked as he sifted through the bags. Quinn shook her head as she looked at him which earned her a frown from him. She couldn't believe he could do this to her and act as if nothing was going on; like he wasn't actively betraying her trust as they spoke.
"Did you have another fight with your mom? Remember what we talked about; just tell her she's right and she'll eventually leave you alone." Finn chuckled as he started placing food on the table, oblivious to the silent anger coming off of Quinn in waves.
"Um no actually I went to call you to remind you to pick up some wine for dinner and you'll never guess what I found." Quinn retorted, holding up Finn's phone so he would know just what she was talking about. There was a moment of panic that flashed across his face but he schooled his features.
"What are you talking about sweetie?" Finn asked, playing the dumb card and that just made Quinn even angrier.
"Don't play stupid Finn! I know you're good at it but don't. I saw the messages!" Quinn snapped, rising from her seat and shoving the taller man. He stumbled back a few paces, a bewildered look on his face at her actions. In all their years of marriage he had never seen the blonde so angry. Especially angry enough to shove him. Quinn slammed his phone on the table next to her and guessing he could see no way out of this, that he had been caught, Finn sighed.
"You were going through my stuff? Jesus Quinn…" Finn remarked as he ran a hand across the light stubble on his face. Quinn let out a humorless laugh.
"Going through your-I cannot believe you." Quinn uttered, pure disbelief coloring her words at the fact that the only thing he was worried about was her going through his stuff. Quinn shook her head readying herself to leave. She couldn't hear this right now. She already knew this was heading down a road where he found some way to blame this all on her.
"Quinn, will you just hold on a second?" Finn begged and that had Quinn rounding on him, a calm anger blazing in her hazel eyes that sent him back a few paces.
"How long has this been going on?" Quinn requested and the pleading look on his face had her stomach coiling in knots.
"Quinn…" Finn's voice was just above a whisper and at least he had the decency to act remorseful about the whole situation, Quinn thought.
"No. I want to know. How long have you been fucking someone else while being married to me?" Quinn growled and Finn winced at her tone.
"I-its, Quinn I-" Finn stuttered but wasn't giving Quinn the answer she wanted, needed, to hear.
"Well? You might as well tell me now; the damage has already been done." Quinn barked out and Finn stayed silent before swallowing thickly.
"A year." Finn confessed and Quinn felt like she had been punched in the stomach. She couldn't seem to take in enough air, left completely breathless by his admission.
"A year?" Quinn rasped out as hot tears spilled down her cheeks. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Quinn placed her hands behind her head, hoping to catch her breath. She felt like throwing up.
"So you're telling me that while I was still completely falling apart after losing our baby, you were screwing another woman?" Quinn questioned and the dead silence that she received was her answer. She couldn't even stand to look at him anymore so she started making her way out of the dining room only to be stopped by Finn grabbing her arm when she reached the living room.
"Quinn please.." Finn begged but Quinn jerked her arm from his grasp as if his hands here on fire and shoved him back a few steps again.
"Don't. Touch me." She warned and he held his hands up in surrender.
"It was a mistake. She doesn't mean anything." Finn tried but all he received from Quinn was a scoff.
"Bullshit. A year long affair is the furthest thing from a mistake Finn. A one-time thing is a mistake. A year of fucking someone who isn't your wife is on purpose." Quinn hissed with contempt, wiping the tears from her eyes. Finn didn't fucking deserve them.
"Quinn I'm sorry. I was just lonely and you're never here. Physically or emotionally so-" Quinn held her hand up to silence him. She knew he would find a way to blame his shortcomings on her eventually.
"So because I fucking work my ass off to make a career for myself, that gives you free reign to cheat on me? Because I'm not fucking hanging off your arm or wanting to spend every waking moment with you that means you get a pass to sleep with someone else?" Quinn fired off and the only thing Finn could do was grapple for any shred of dignity he had left in this conversation but that wasn't coming any time soon. The house was silent as they stood in the tastefully decorated dining room, courtesy of Quinn's mother, at a complete stalemate with each other. They couldn't go back and Quinn definitely couldn't move forward with him so she knew there was only one choice she had; and that was to forfeit the game.
"I'm out." Quinn declared with her hands on her hips, blowing out the breath she didn't even realize she had been holding in.
"What?" Finn questioned, a deep frown marring his features.
"I said I'm out." Quinn repeated, looking Finn dead in the eye and he knew exactly what she was talking about. He knew that she was leaving him.
"Quinn don't do this…" Finn pleaded with her for the umpteenth time tonight and Quinn gave him a disbelieving look.
"Don't do this? I didn't do anything. You're the one that violated this marriage and betrayed that trust. You're the one that shit on our vows the moment you got into bed with another woman. You are the one that shot this foundation that we built to hell. So don't you dare tell me not to do this when the only reason this is happening is because of you." Quinn boomed, her hands shaking with anger.
"I've put up with this marriage for five miserable fucking years because I took to heart the words we exchanged on our wedding day. Because unlike you, I had the balls to try and work out our problems instead of jumping into bed with the first person that showed me the smallest amount of attention. But now I am done. You just gave me my out and I'm taking it." Quinn finished and with that said she continued her path to their room.
"Quinn you know I love you." Finn stated matter of factly and Quinn scoffed, turning back around to face the man she was quickly growing to despise.
"But not enough to keep it in your pants huh?" Quinn asked. She didn't wait for an answer. She was done talking to him. There wasn't anything left to figure out. Quinn was so done it wasn't even funny. She slammed the door to their room and began throwing clothes into a duffle bag. She couldn't stand the idea of staying in this house one more night with him. Quinn could hear Finn basically destroying their living room but she didn't care. He could set the whole place on fire after she left for all she cared.
Once Quinn had everything she would need for a few nights packed away in her duffle bag, she hefted it onto her shoulder and ventured back through the living room, stopping in the dining room once again. Finn was breathing hard as he sat at the table. This time he was the one with his head in his hands. Quinn pulled the glistening silver band off her finger and placed it, spinning, on the table in front of him.
"So that way you'll know it's real." Quinn assured before grabbing her keys and leaving, slamming the door on his pleas for her to come back. It was about time she paid Frannie a visit anyways.
AN: So that's chapter two. I hope you guys liked it and sorry for those of you that had to bare through the Fuinn shit if it's not your cup of tea lol Also there have been some concerns regarding chapters being in all italics and I'm sorry but that's the way I want it and I'm not going to change it. Anyways reviews are always great and appreciated. I'm thinking of updating every Thursday but if I get more reviews I might make it every Tuesday and Thursday…so Review lol Until chapter 3! :)