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As Finn made his way toward the cafeteria for lunch he followed the petite brunette, keeping his sights clear to try and find Quinn.
She wasn't in the hallway so he assumed he was already in the cafeteria, because he was certain that she had lunch with him, she had for a while now.
His assumption was proved correct when he entered the room and saw her sitting at the same table she always sat at, with the Cheerios and a few of the football players.
I used to sit there, Finn thought as he stared at her, that dream was so vivid; it felt so real.
Rachel held her lunch box up and grabbed his hand, "I brought this amazing dish I'd like you to try." She smiled, "come on, we'll share."
Finn nodded before pulling his hand away, "I'm gonna get some of this stuff too," he said pointing to a tray of food as someone walked by, "whatever it is." He finished with a mumble.
Rachel returned it with a smile saying, "hurry back." Then she made her way to the table he sits at now.
With the kids in Glee Club.
Finn stood in the line counting back from ten slowly in his mind, he was still a little jittery from the dream. He had basically called Rachel Quinn. He needed to fully clear his head, to move past it all.
It was only a dream.
He and Quinn were married; and they were having sex...
But it was only a dr-
"Hey, Finn."
The boy spun around smiling brightly, "Quinn, hey!" He waved a hand feeling a bit bright and shiny now that she was here.
The girl quirked an eyebrow, but she didn't ask him why he was being weird. He just shrugged, "hi" He repeated before letting his hand fall to his side.
"Hey," another voice greeted as Evan stepped up behind Quinn.
And suddenly Finn wasn't as bright and shiny, "Evan, hey, what's up?" He said, trying to keep his friendly persona up, but he was sure a little bit of jealousness could be detected.
The new kid shrugged, clearly not noticing Finn's tone, "it's something."
And that didn't really make since to the taller boy at all. It's something? He thought as the three of them stepped forward in the line, what does that even mean?
It took a moment, but Evan looked back to Quinn, "so, I was thinking about trying that restaurant; Breadstix." He said, "is it good?"
Finn jumped in with an answer, hoping Quinn wouldn't speak to Evan, "yeah, it's okay."
"The breadsticks are good at least," Quinn added.
Finn nodded looking at the blonde as she began to fumble with the cross dangling from her neck. She's so adorable, His mind concluded before he shook his head. He wasn't supposed to be thinking like that.
"You alright?" Evan asked him.
And Finn realized shaking your head randomly probably looked a little weird to other people, "yeah," he said looking at Quinn who also had a questioning glance, "I'm good."
Evan nodded, "okay," he then looked at Quinn as they took another step within the line, "well, would you care to acompany me to dinner; Breadstix?" He asked.
Finn's mouth dropped open, he just asked her out!
Why is it that he cared so much?
Quinn couldn't seem to answer as she was a little shocked, and her cheeks started to brighten with a blush.
Evan smiled, "it would be somewhat of a date." He told her.
Quinn nodded, her mouth opening and closing a few times before words finally registered in her mind, "yeah, of course. I'd love too."
The taller boy took a step back a little shocked at her answer...the damn boy just moved here.
"Great, tomorrow night?" Evan finished.
The blonde finally smiled, "brilliant."
And with that, Evan left the line.
Are you kidding me! Finn thought, that's the only reason he was in line. Just to ask her out. He watched the other boy walk out of the room, he didn't even have lunch this period.
"What are you doing?" Finn blurted out.
Quinn followed him as the line moved forward, "what do you mean?" She asked.
Finn shrugged, "you just accepted a date with him!"
And Quinn laughed, "I am aware..." She then stopped, "though I probably looked a little like an idiot with my stumbling and all b-"
"You looked cute." The boy interuppted.
Quinn's eyes widened, "I'm sorry, what?" She asked, not sure if she heard him correctly.
Finn squinted, his previous words clicking within his brain, "nothing." He said.
Quinn stared at him a moment because she was certain he had said something, however she just shook her head, "I-I accepted a date with him." She said.
And Finn returned to trying to play it cool, "yeah."
"Why does that bother you?" The girl wondered, "we're not together anymore."
"Obviously," Finn answered, "if we were, you wouldn't be accepting another date."
Quinn looked at him again, "am I hinting a bit of jealously here?" She asked.
Finn shook his head, "jealousy? No." He eyed her a moment before saying, "concern? Yes."
And they stepped forward within the line both reaching for a tray, "why are you concerned for me?" Quinn asked.
The tall boy looked at her, making sure they made eye contact before saying, "did he ever call you 'Lucy Caboosey' at your old school?"
And by the sudden look of horror upon her face the answer was yes. It seemed like the girl just had a flashback of somesort. However, she shook her head and the look washed from her face, "that doesn't matter."
Finn shrugged, "doesn't it though?" He sighed, "that was you, Quinn."
"I know." She reached out and grabbed a small bowl of fruit as Finn grabbed a handful of carrots.
"Well, you're not a different person now than you were then." He told her, "no matter what, it was all you."
"You don't know that." Quinn said stopping in line, "I am different, I have changed and you wouldn't know." She shook her head, "you didn't know me then."
Finn let his eyes wander the room, because Quinn was becoming a little scary. His eyes floated toward Rachel who was looking at them with curiosity glazing her brown orbs.
"Quinn," he said, looking back toward her, "I-"
"No," she said, "you don't get to say anymore." She looked over the metal tray counter toward the lunch ladies and smiled, accepting the plate of pizza that was being handed over, "thanks." She said.
And Finn noticed that the simple act of Quinn saying 'thank you' to the lunch lady made her day or something because she was smiling brighter than Finn had ever seen her.
As Finn nodded his own 'thank you' toward the lady he followed Quinn to the milk cooler. He set his tray on top of it and grabbed her wrist as she reached in for her own milk, "what if he pulls out a picture of ye old Lucy and starts telling all these embarrasing stories?" He knew it was a stupid question, but he couldn't let it go.
Quinn shook her head oddly, pulling her wrist away, "why would he ever carry a picture of ye old Lucy around telling stories?"
The boy looked at her, "well, maybe he's got some kind of sick problem you don't know about or something." He said in defense, because even if he knew it was a stupid question he still didn't want her to go out with the guy.
Quinn shrugged as she grabbed herself a carton of chocolate milk, "do you?" She asked him, "cause sometimes I worry about you." She smiled after that, "you're so odd."
Before he could say anything more about it all Quinn walked away.
After he grabbed his own chocolate milk he walked over toward the table he sat at, letting his eyes drift toward the Cheerio table. He looked at the blonde who was now sitting next to Santana. She was laughing animatedly as the Latina shared some kind of story with everyone, she was even using all hand motions and everything.
Was it weird that Finn wished he could be listening to the story as well?
He took one last glance at Quinn before finishing his walk toward his table and sitting next to Kurt; across from Rachel, "do you know why in dreams three hours could go by, but in reality it's only been like three minutes?" He asked as he opened his milk.
Rachel looked at him a minute, because his question was a little random but she answered anyway stating, "dreams have nothing to do with reality most of the time, and sometimes the person dreaming the dream could be wanting their time to be going faster so the dream tends to go that way. Sometimes though the-"
"So, the person dreaming can control the time within the dream?" Finn asked.
Rachel shrugged, "I'm not exactly sure, though most of the time with my own dreams it's been going that way."
Kurt grabbed a carrot from Finn's tray before asking the boy, "what dreams do you got going?"
Finn shrugged, he couldn't tell them the dream he'd been having, so instead he shook his head, "nothing big, I was just wondering."
A few minutes into lunch and Finn's eyes wandred toward the trashcan where Quinn and Santana were throwing their trash away.
Kurt's own eyes followed his stepbrother's stare before he looked at Rachel, "so how are the Berry's doing?" He wondered.
And Rachel looked up from her food, "I'm sorry what?"
"The Berry's?" He said again, "how are they?"
Rachel smiled, "lovely, thank you for asking." She picked up her napkin and wiped her mouth, "my fathers were talking the other day about asking you all over for dinner." She shrugged, "how does that sound?"
Kurt smiled reaching across the table to grab Blaine's hand, "as long as he can come."
Blaine gave him a loving smile, squeezing his hand, "if I'm welcome."
And Rachel nodded, "well of course." She then looked across the table to her own boyfriend, "how's that sound, Finn?"
Finn looked up from his pizza, "yeah, sounds great." He then stood up, "I'm gonna go dump this tray." He said pointing to the plastic thing.
Rachel smiled, "okay, but here..." she took her fork and stabbed her own food, "try this first."
As Finn stood up he leaned forward and took the bite she was offering, "hmm," he nodded, "it's good." It sounded like a mumble as his mouth was full of food.
He straigtened up and walked toward the trashcan, spitting the food out as he dumped his tray, "what the hell was that?" He whispered bitterly.
As he set the tray on the counter for the lunch ladies to wash it, he walked out to the hallway to wash his hands in the bathroom.
As he stepped over to it he noticed Quinn leaning against the wall, "what'cha doing?" He wondered.
She eyed him a moment before pointing toward the girl's bathroom, "waiting for San."
"Oh," he shrugged, "I never got why girls have to travel in packs to the bathroom."
Quinn shrugged, "it's like a silent girl code or something." She told him with a smile.
God, I love that smile, and he didn't get why these thoughts of her kept popping into his brain. He was with Rachel.
He knew he was with Rachel.
He should be having these thoughts about Rachel.
But it just kept coming back to Quinn.
He stepped toward her before asking, "what do you think about dreams?" He asked.
"I'm sorry?" Quinn wondered, not quite getting what his question was.
They boy shrugged, "I just asked Rachel about this thing and she began to rant so I kind of interrupted her because I just wanted a straight forward answer, and then she gave me a bite of this horrible food that she had made at home...so of course I told her it was good so she didn't feel bad and-" He cut himself off noticing the weird look Quinn was giving him. He chuckled lightly; embarrassed, "c-could dreams be real?"
Quinn stepped away from the wall before saying, "what kind of dreams? Because there are dreams where people have superpowers and things like that, they have nothing to do with reality because those things aren't real." She paused, "but dreams about life, they could be real."
"Life." Finn said, his dream was about life.
"Yeah, like college, kids, careers, stuff like that." The blonde answered.
And for a minute hazel eyes locked with brown ones, and in the distance a door closing was heard.
"Q, you coming?" Santana said, causing the blonde to look away.
"Yeah," She glanced at Finn again before saying, "good luck with your dream situation."
Finn nodded, because she seriously had no idea what he was going through.
He was going to need that luck.
There we are, hope that chapter was good enough...
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