A/N: Wow, thanks fo all of the reviews for the last chapter! Regarding all the requests for Fuinn, please read the A/N at the end of the chapter! I apologize if there are any mistakes! I hope that you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Glee.
After two months of living with Santana, Finn quickly became aware of one thing that hadn't changed. As soon as he heard the knock on the door, he groaned and placed the couch pillow over his head. 'Is it seriously Saturday already?'
Being that he and his two roommates had gotten in late from the club last night, there was no way in hell that he was going to open the door. Luckily, he didn't have to. Unfortunately, someone else did.
"Rachel?" Quinn asked groggily, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Sure enough, there was the small brunette, standing outside wearing a pink tracksuit.
"Quinn?!" the diva squealed in surprise, obviously not concerned about waking up the entire floor. She instantly hugged her and began peppering her with questions. "What are you doing here? How was your graduation? How have you been? Did you miss me-"
"Calm down, Rach! There will be plenty of time to answer your questions." the blonde interrupted, throwing in a tired laugh. "Speaking of time, would you like to tell me why you're here at six in the morning? And wearing that?" She motioned toward the diva's apparel for emphasis.
"She wants to kill me!" was the loud, muffled response from the man in the living room.
Quinn smiled at his words while Rachel rolled her eyes. "He's being over dramatic. I'm only here to make his health better. A jog around the neighborhood is well recommended by practically ever physician I've seen. It can improve your life."
"I won't have a life to improve because I'll die from your torture first." Finn retorted, his voice much closer. "Besides, I'm already in shape. I don't need any of your help." He made sure to emphasis that last word sarcastically.
Rachel glared at him which he pointedly ignored the look and continued to speak. "Oh, and I wasn't aware that three miles was a simple 'jog around the neighborhood.' We don't even live in a damn neighborhood!"
"Berry, if that's you, I'm going to kick your ass." a new voice piped up threateningly as Santana joined the now crowded doorway.
'Well this is interesting.' Rachel mused to herself as she moved her gaze over each of her three agitated friends. Resting her eyes on the blonde, she repeated one of her earlier questions. "What are you doing here, Q?"
"Is that the new greeting for people from here?" Quinn remarked sarcastically. After rolling her eyes, she stated, "I'm here to visit my friends."
"Friends?" the small girl questioned in bewilderment, her gaze flickering to Finn.
The two other women also looked at him, confusion clouding their features. Santana was the first one to understand what the diva was implying.
Before anyone else could comprehend the situation, she quickly turned around and called over her shoulder, "I need some caffeine in my system. Anyone else?"
Everyone murmured their agreements, immediately forgetting the previous almost-accusation as the lack of energy was definitely getting to them. Slowly, they followed Santana into the kitchen, finding that she already had a pot brewing.
Finn took a seat at the island in the center of the kitchen and sighed before looking at Rachel. "I'm sorry for snapping at you, but I really don't want to take part in anymore of these daily morning fitness routines." Noticing the hurt in her eyes, he quickly added, "At least not everyday, okay?"
"Alright." she answered, smiling.
A comfortable silence fell over the four once the coffee was distributed. Not even Rachel could withhold from the tantalizing smell of a fresh cup of coffee.
Quinn was looking around the room, mainly casting glances at Finn and thinking about how adorable he looked with his ruffled appearance, when something caught her eye. She choked a little on her coffee before practically yelling, "You're engaged?!"
Santana and Finn jumped at the sound of the loud outburst, but Rachel seemed completely unfazed. Gently setting her mug down, she grinned and stated, "Yes. Noah proposed to me about three months ago. I was going to wait a few more weeks to ask, but would you like to be one of my maids of honor?"
"Of course!" the blonde exclaimed excitedly. "Wait, oneof your maids of honor?"
"I love you, San, and Mercedes just the same. I couldn't decide who to choose, so I'm making all of you a maid of honor. You're all too wonderful to be considered just a bridesmaid" Rachel explained cheerfully.
Quinn nodded her head in understanding as she began to become increasingly excited about the wedding. She was going to be a maid of honor! And at a wedding for two people who were, without a doubt, meant to be together. It was a little funny, though. She had always assumed that another pair of high school sweethearts would get married before them: Her and Finn…
Like always, a lump formed in her throat when she thought about what could have been if she hadn't fucked up. Maybe they'd be back in Lima right now, discussing their own wedding. She quickly dismissed that thought; it was too painful to consider. 'Stop thinking about the past and focus on the present… I need to fix things with him.'
"I can't wait! You have to tell me how he proposed." Quinn insisted, managing to show no trace of the emotions her troubled thoughts had caused.
"You don't have to tell her." an amused voice stated, signaling Puck's arrival. When he caught sight of Quinn, a large smirk appeared on his face. "Well, well, well... if it isn't Miss Fabray. I know that you came back because you miss me so damn much. It's okay; you don't have to admit it."
"I wasn't planning on it." she replied teasingly, giving the man a hug. "It's nice to see you, too. I'm glad that you finally mustered the courage to ask my fantastic friend here to marry you."
He chuckled as he pulled away.
"Right, about the whole proposal explanation thing," he began, becoming serious, "Not here."
"Why?" Quinn inquired with a raised eyebrow.
Puck looked over at the now alert tall man and grinned. "It's Saturday, which is also known as the 'no girls allowed' day."
"Awh, does little Noah want to spend some time with his boyfriend?" Santana asked playfully.
"No." he replied defensively, glaring at the Latina. His tone turned teasing as he added, "I know that you're just jealous because I'm spending some quality time with your boyfriend, but it's cool; I won't try anything. I promise!"
At the mention of that word, Santana froze midway through taking a sip of her coffee. She shot a nervous glance at Finn and was relieved to see that he clearly hadn't caught on to what Puck had said.
"Dude, I found a sick new weapon attachment combination a few days ago. You have to check it out!" Finn exclaimed excitedly.
Before the two men could get into a deep conversation about their little games, Rachel spoke up. "Fine, we'll leave." Turning her gaze to the other two women, she asked, "How does breakfast then a day of shopping sound?"
"Great!" they exclaimed earnestly, already heading toward their designated rooms to get dressed.
"I'll meet you downstairs in ten! I'm going to go change!" Rachel yelled after them. A content smile was on her face as she turned around to look at her fiancée. "Don't get too crazy, okay?"
Puck abruptly stopped his conversation with Finn and made his way over to her.
"No promises." he replied with a small smirk before leaning in to kiss her.
Not wanting to intrude on the couple's moment, Finn quietly walked away and cautiously made his way to Santana's room.
"Hey." he said softly once the door was closed.
A smile appeared on Santana's face once she heard his voice. She finished pulling on her blouse and glanced behind her. "You're a Peeping Tom now?"
"Me?" Finn questioned in mock astonishment, pointing a finger at his chest. "No way."
She laughed softly as she made her way toward him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she stated playfully, "Its okay, you aren't in trouble. I give you permission to look at me whenever you want."
He released an exaggerated sigh of relief. "Good because I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't look at you. Actually, I'd probably do it anyway. I just can't keep my eyes off of you."
"That's extremely corny." she commented, unable to keep affection from entering her voice. Leaning up, she gave him a tender kiss.
"Have fun." Finn murmured once they broke apart, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
"Thanks." She smiled at him before opening the door and pushing him out.
'Still as pushy as ever.' Finn noted as he made his way down the hallway. He was just about to enter the living room when he bumped into Quinn as she left her room. Rather hard, too because she stumbled. Immediately, he reached out and grabbed her.
"I'm so sorry, Q! I should've watched where I was going. Oh God- are you hurt or something? I didn't even ask first! I am such a jerk. You aren't hurt, are you? I swear I didn't-"
"Finn, it's okay. I'm fine." Quinn interrupted him, smiling. Nobody could pull rambling off as cute except for him.
The tall man exhaled slowly. "Good. Th-th-that's good… but I'm still sorry."
"I know." she assured him. Suddenly, she noticed that his hands were still resting on her arms. Wanting to make this moment last as long as possible, she said nothing. Instead, she looked into his eyes. She could've sworn that nobody had eyes as absolutely heart-warming as his.
There was nothing Finn wanted more than to stay like this, but he just couldn't. He was in a new relationship and he wasn't going to ruin it because of what he felt for his ex again. 'Wait… I don't feel anything for Quinn anymore. I mean, I have neutral feelings toward her. That's it.' he told himself firmly. 'Out with the old and in with the new. That's how that famous quote goes, right?'
Releasing the blonde, he smiled and said softly, "I hope that you have a good time." Not wanting to tempt himself, he immediately left once the words were out of his mouth. His supposed good intentions really made him look like an ass.
"Wait- Finn!" Quinn called softly, quickly following him. She managed to intercept him before he entered the kitchen.
"Oh, uh, y-yeah?" he asked nervously as he looked at the floor.
Confused by his sudden change of attitude, Quinn instinctively put her hand on his cheek and waited for him to lift his head. When he did and his eyes met hers, she realized what she had done. Immediately, she dropped her hand and looked away. She didn't have a right to interact with him like that anymore.
They stood in an awkward silence for a few more seconds before Finn remembered that she had been about to tell him something. "What'd you want to tell me?"
"I… just- you know what, never mind." the blonde replied quickly, turning away.
Finn reached out and gently grabbed her arm. "Please?"
She sighed softly before reluctantly facing him once more. "I was wondering if you wanted to head back to the club tonight. Just… just the two of us, though." Her gaze traveled to the floor as she added, "I really want to talk to you"
He didn't know why he did, but Finn agreed to her plan without giving it a second thought. Yeah, Santana probably wouldn't like it, but she would have to learn to trust him. Besides, he wasn't the type of guy who cheated; at least, not anymore. That was all in the past. He wasn't going because he wanted to get back together with Quinn or anything; he was going because he wanted to hear what she had to say. It was bound to be an interesting conversation.
"Dude, you suck. That guy was right in front of you! How the fuck did you miss him?" Puck exclaimed in astonishment, shaking his head.
"He had Assassin on!" Finn retorted defensively. He and Puck had been playing Modern Warfare 3 on the Xbox 360 for a little over four hours now.
Puck laughed a little and stated, "Living with a chick has really caused you to play like one."
"You live with a 'chick' too." the taller man pointed out.
"Yeah, but at least I am the man of the house."
"It's an apartment." Finn muttered.
The man with the Mohawk didn't hear him and continued to talk. "Whenever I come over here, I can tell that Santana is the big dog on campus. I mean, look at this place." He paused to motion around the room wildly with his hands.
"I like it." Finn commented seriously.
"That's because she's turning you into a chick." Puck remarked with a smirk. "I believe that you need a name change. I always did think that Finnessa suited you well."
"Ha-ha." the taller man retorted sarcastically. "You should be a comedian, dude."
"I'm fine with being a manager at the guitar center, but thanks for the recommendation." Puck replied. After a second of hesitation, he asked, "How are you dealing with Quinn being here?"
Finn exhaled slowly and set his controller down next to him. "It's… not too bad. I mean, it hurts like hell to see her, but... it's okay."
"Do you think that you'll get back together with her?" Puck wondered as he began to search for another match on the game.
That was a harder question for him to answer than he liked. To make it a little easier, he told his friend the truth. "Santana is my girlfriend."
Puck snapped his head to the side and stared at him in shock. "Are you fucking serious? Since when?"
A small chuckle escaped Finn's lips. "Yesterday."
"Your timing is really crappy." Puck observed, turning his attention back to the screen. "That really sucks, though. I mean, it's going to be impossible to get any action since your ex is living with you and knows about you-"
"Quinn doesn't know." Finn interrupted quietly.
Once again, his friend stared at him in astonishment.
"Why the hell not? She's living with you, bro! It's only a matter of time until she finds out."
The taller man looked down at the floor. "I know, but Santana and I decided that it would be for the best if we waited a little while to tell her."
"That's a stupid decision."
"And what would you suggest?"
Puck pursed his lips in thought. After a minute, he exhaled slowly and shook his head. "I don't know, but your idea is only going to end with someone getting hurt."
Finn stared at the floor for a few more seconds before lifting his head and looking at the television screen. He didn't want to talk about this anymore. "Let's just get back to kicking some ass."
"I'll kick some ass while you continue to fail." Puck replied good-humoredly, deciding not to push him. Finn simply scoffed before he began to indulge in a new game of Search and Destroy.
A few minutes later, Puck asked, "Do you want to know what I'd do if I had your current living arrangements?"
"Not really." Finn murmured, eyes never leaving the screen.
Puck seemed not to have heard him as he answered his own question anyway. "If I had two hot women living at my place, there wouldn't even be a doubt in my mind about what to do: Threesome."
At that, Finn turned his head and glared at him. Because he was so lucky, this change of attention caused him to die in the game.
"I'm telling Rachel." he claimed, reaching for his phone.
"She isn't my mother." Puck replied with a laugh. When the tall man actually began to dial a number, he started to panic. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! There's no need to call, dude. I was just joking! You go ahead and go with your plan of not telling your ex about your new girlfriend… who happens to be living with you as well. It's all cool. Just don't call Rachel! Being in the dog house is not what I planned on doing with her tonight."
'Man, my situation really does sound worse than I thought.' Finn mused to himself as he tossed his phone back on the couch. Focusing back on the game, he muttered threateningly, "If you say something like that again, I will kick you ass."
His attempt to sound intimidating completely backfired when he accidentally blew himself up in the game.
"Oh yeah, bro," Puck sputtered between fits of laughter, "I'm definitely not going to mess with you again."
Not exactly sure about this chapter, but I hope it wasn't too bad. Wait, before you say anything, I know that you want more Fuinn. All in good time! I'm actually trying to make this story somewhat realistic :3 BUT WAIT! I've recently had an idea for a new story floating around in my head. I'm going to start on it and see how it is. If it isn't too bad, I'll post it. A few hints about it: High School, Mostly AU, Humor, Fuinn, Romance. Sound good? :) Please leave a review and let me know what you think! Just an FYI: The club scene will be in the next chapter! Thanks for reading!