Authors Note: I've been gone long! I'm so sorry, but i hope you FuinnShippers are still reading this. To tell the truth I've been completely busy since June with Exams (Thanks for the supportive comments), School (Since I've started Year 11 and will be starting Collage this time next year), I did write about another 3 chapters through sneaky bits of free time since June but that's all gone when my Laptop broke on me for about a month so i lost EVERYTHING! so now I'm writing on Fan-fiction instead of Microsoft word.
PS: I was informed in the comments that i got mixed up with the names of the characters in the previous chapter, I've noticed and thank you for spotting that out for me. (I keep getting mixed up with Finn and Jack also Quinn and Rose I apologize) Anyway on with the story!
PPS: It's also difficult to write about Finn (Cory) as all of you know of his accidental death 2 months yesterday. My love and priers go out to Lea, Cory's family and friends. R.I.P Cory we will miss you 3
Characters So Far ~ Glee character's on who they are playing:
Finn Hudson – Jack
Noah 'Puck' Puckerman – Fabrizio
Quinn Fabray – Rose
Russell Fabray – Cal (As a father)
Judy Fabray – Ruth
Brittany Piers – Trudy (Maid)
Santana Lopez – Tommy (female)
Carole Hudson-Hummel – (Unsinkable) Molly Brown
Chapter Four: First Class Dinner
BOAT DECK/ FIRST CLASS ENTRANCE - DUSK
A purple sky, shot with orange, in the west. Drifting strains of classic music. Finn tracks along the first class deck. By Edwardian standards he looks bad-ass. Dashing in his borrowed white-tie outfit, right down to his pearl studs.
A steward bows and smartly opens the door to the First Class Entrance. "Good evening, sir." Finn plays the role smoothly. Nods with just the right degree of disdain.
UPPER LANDING / GRAND STAIRCASE AND A-DECK
Finn steps in and his breath is taken away by the splendor spread out before him. Overhead is the enormous glass dome, with a crystal chandelier at its center. Sweeping down six stories is the First Class Grand Staircase, the epitome of the opulent naval architecture of the time. And the people: the women in their floor length dresses, elaborate hairstyles and abundant jewelry... the gentlemen in evening dress, standing with one hand at the small of the back, talking quietly. Finn descends to A deck. Several men nod a perfunctory greeting. He nods back, keeping it simple. He feels like a spy. Russell comes down the stairs, with Judy on his arm, covered in jewelry. They both walk right past Finn, neither one recognizes him. Russell nods at him, one gent to another. But Finn barely has time to be amused. Because just behind Russell and Judy on the stairs is Quinn, a vision in red and black, her low-cut dress showing off her neck and shoulders, her arms seathed in white gloves that come well above the elbow. Finn is hypnotized by her beauty.
As she approaches Finn. He imitates the gentlemen's stance, hand behind his back. She extends her gloved hand and he takes it, kissing the back of her fingers. Quinn flushes, beaming noticeably. She can't take her eyes off him. "I saw that in a nickelodean once, and i always wanted to do it." He chuckles lightly at himself Quinn smiles at the man as she faces her Father.
"Father, surely you remember Mr. Hudson."
Russell was caught off guard for a few seconds till he smirked at the young, tall brunette "Hudson! I didn't recognize you." He studies him carefully "Amazing! You could almost pass for a gentlemen."
D-DECK RECEPTION ROOM
As the party descends to dinner. They encounter Carole Hummel, looking good in a beaded dress, in her own busty broad-shouldered way. Carole grins when she sees Finn. As they are going into the dining saloon she walks next to him, speaking low: "Ain't nothin' to it, is there, Finn?...Yeah, you just dress like a pallbearer and keep your nose up." Glancing around the room before continuing "Remember, the only thing they respect is money, so just act like you've got a lot of it and you're in the club." Smiling politely at other First Class Passengers as they passed by.
As they enter the swirling throng, Quinn leans close to Finn, pointing out several notables. "There's the Countess Rothes. And that's John Jacob Astor... the richest man on the ship. His little wifey there, Madeleine, is my age and in a delicate condition. See how she's trying to hide it. Quite the scandal." both nod toward a couple and look away to another "And over there, that's Sir Cosmo and Lucile, Lady Duff-Gordon. She designs naughty lingerie, among her many talents. Very popular with the royals..."
Russell becomes engrossed in a conversations with Cosmo Duff-Gordon and Colonel Gracie, while Judy, the Countess and Lucille discuss fashion. Quinn picots Finn smoothly, to show him another couple, dressed impeccably. "And that's Benjamin Guggenheim and his mistress, Madame Aubert. Mrs. Guggenheim is at home with the children, of course." She shakes her head in disgust hiding it perfectly.
Russell, meanwhile, is accepting the praise of his male counterparts, who are looking at Quinn like a prize show horse. Sir Cosmo speaks first "Fabray, she is splendid!" looking over the young blonde carefully.
Russell takes his eyes from his daughter and the Third class scum "Thank you." was all he said as he looked back at the two in front of him with a scowl.
Colonel Gracie spoke to Judy "William Schuester's a lucky man. I know him well, and it can only be luck." Judy steps over, hearing the last. She takes her husbands arm.
The entourage strolls toward the dining saloon, where they run into the Astor's going through the ornate double doors. "J. , I'd like you to meet Finn Hudson." Quinn introduced the two.
Astor's shake his hand with a curious face "Good to meet you Finn. Are you of the Boston Hudson's?"
Finn shakes his head "No, the Chippewa Falls Hudson's, actually." Correcting the male.
J.J. nods as if he's heard of them, then looks puzzled. Madeleine Astor appraises Finn and whispers girlishly to Quinn: "It's a pity we're both spoken for, isn't it?" Quinn looks at Finn smiling then back at Madeleine with a nod and cheeky smile.
DINING SALOON
Like a ballroom at the palace, alive and lit by a constellation of chandeliers, full of elegantly dressed people and beautiful music from the small orchestra. As Quinn and Finn enter and move across the room to their table, Russell and Judy beside them.
Quinn (V.O.) :Looking beside her to Finn "He must have been nervous but he never faltered. They assumed he was one of them... a young captain of industry perhaps... new money, obviously, but still a member of the club. Father and Mother of course, could always be counted upon..."
DINING SALOON
Judy makes eye contact to Finn "Tell us of the accommodations in steerage, Mr. Hudson. I hear they're quite good on this ship
Finn is seated opposite Quinn, who is flanked by Russell and Thomas Andrews. Also at the table are Carole Hummel, Ismay, Colonel Gracie, the Countess, Guggenheim, Madame Aubert, and the Astors. He opens his mouth to answer Ms. Fabray's question "The best I've seen, ma'am. Hardly any rats." He answered truthfully to the older blonde. Quinn motions surreptitiously for Finn to take his napkin off his plate.
Quinn's father speaks now on the table "Mr. Hudson is joining us from third class. He was of some assistance to my daughter last night." looks and talks to Finn, as if to a child "This is foie gras. It's goose liver."
We see whispers exchanged. Finn becomes the subject of furtive glances. Now they're all feeling terribly liberal and dangerous. Quinn glares at her father at the corner of her eye.
Guggenheim speaks lowly to Madame Aubert "What is Fabray hoping to prove, bringing this... bohemian... up here?" those words came out bitterly.
A Waiter approached the table facing Finn "How do you take your caviar, sir?" As Finn is about to answer Russell does it for him
"Just a soupcon of lemon..." to Jack, smiling "...it improves the flavor with champagne."
Finn nodded and looks to the waiter "No caviar for me, thanks." Looks to Russell "Never did like it much." He looks at Quinn, poker faced, and she smiles.
Judy spoke causing Quinn's smile to disappear "And where exactly do you live, Mr. Hudson?" with a raised eyebrow.
Finn cleared his throat "Well, right now my address is the RMS Titanic. After that, I'm on God's good humor." Judy nods not impressed at all by Finn she already despises him.
Salad is served. Finn reaches for the fish fork. Quinn gives him a look and picks up the salad fork, prompting him with her eyes. He changes forks.
Judy was about to continue till Russell spoke "You find that sort of rootless existence appealing, do you?" sipping his champagne.
He swallows his food "Well... it's a big world, and I want to see it all before I go. My father was always talkin' about goin' to see the ocean. He died in the town he was born in, and never did see it. You can't wait around, because you never know what hand you're going to get dealt next. See, my folks died in a fire when I was fourteen, and I've been on the road since. Somethin' like that teaches you to take life as it comes at you. To make each day count." smiling sadly at the memory but puts a brave face on.
Carole Hummel raises her glass in a salute. "Well said, Finn."
Colonel Gracie raised his glass as well "Here, here."
Quinn raises her glass, looking into Finn's eyes. "To making it count." she smiles at him not taking her eyes from him.
Both Russell and Judy, annoyed that Finn has scored a point, presses him further.
"How is it you have the means to travel, Mr. Hudson?" Judy asked
"I work my way from place to place. Tramp steamers and such. I won my ticket on Titanic here in a lucky hand at poker." he glances at Quinn "...A very lucky hand."
Gracie speaks as well "All life is a game of luck."
"A real man makes his own luck, Archie." Russell responds to Gracie.
Quinn notices that Thomas Andrews, sitting next to her, is writing in his notebook, completely ignoring the conversation. "Mr. Andrews, what are you doing? I see you everywhere writing in this little book." grabs it and reads "Increase number of screws in hat hooks from 2 to 3. You build the biggest ship in the world and this preoccupies you?!" Andrews smiles sheepishly.
Ismay looks at Andrews "He knows every rivet in her, don't you Thomas?"
He nods confidently "All three million of them."
Ismay Continues "His blood and soul are in the ship. She may be mine on paper, but in the eyes of God she belongs to Thomas Andrews."
Quinn smiles at Mr. Andrews "Your ship is a wonder, Mr. Andrews. Truly."
"Thank you, Rose."
LATER ON - NIGHT
Dessert has been served and a waiter arrives with cigars in a humidor on a wheeled cart. The men start clipping ends and lighting. Quinn lowly speaks to Finn "Nest it'll be brandies in the Smoking Room."
Gracie rises to his feet "Well, join me for a brandy, gentlemen?"
Quinn waits till Gracie stops speaking and lowly speaks again "Now they retreat into a cloud of smoke and congratulate each other on being masters of the universe."
Gracie looks at Finn "Joining us, Hudson? You don't want to stay out here with the women, do you?" chuckling
'Actually i do, i want to know Quinn more.' Was what Finn wanted to say "No thanks. I'm heading back." nodded towards the men
"Probably best. It'll be all business and politics, that sort of thing. Wouldn't interest you. Good of you to come." Russell quickly said not making eye contact with Finn. Russell and the other gentlemen exit the Dining room.
Quinn see's Finn stand and approached her "Finn, must you go?" she looked disappointed and upset that he was leaving so suddenly.
"Time for my coach to turn back into a pumpkin."He leans over to take her hand. He slips a tiny folded note into her palm. and kisses her gloved hand
Judy, scowling, watches him walk away across the enormous room. Quinn surreptitiously opens the note below table level. It reads: "Make it count. Meet me at the clock". For some reason those words made her smile like a little girl with a crush and to look into the direction of the exit.
A-DECK GRAND CLOCK - NIGHT
Quinn crosses the A-Deck foyer, sighting Finn at the landing above. Overhead is the crystal dome. Finn has his back to her, studying the ornate clock with its carved figures of Honor and Glory. It softly strikes the hour.
Quinn begins to walk up the sweeping staircase towards him. He turns, sees her... smiles. Quinn melts as she looks into his eyes
"Want to go to a real party?"
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