A/N: I know that I kept saying that there was going to be a lot of angst, but I just kind of had a new idea. There will still be some, but... I don't know. I write my stories as I come up with ideas. Anyway, as always, I apolgize if there are any mistakes. I hope that you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Glee.

In every person's life, there comes a time when a moment is just too awkward to comprehend. Sitting across from Finn, not saying anything as they both avoided one another's gaze… Yeah, Quinn had a feeling that this was one of those moments. She never thought that it was even possible to ever feel uncomfortable around him. Until now, that is. Aside from a random comment on the weather, he hadn't said a word to her in over twenty-five minutes.

"This really is a nice place." Quinn commented quietly, hoping that this would get the conversation rolling. They were sitting in one of the more private corners of the club, so it made it easy for them to talk. Well, only if he participated.

Finn offered a small smile. "Yeah."

'Really, Finn?' she thought to herself in exasperation. As the silence slowly began to start once again, she gave up on trying to ease her way into the subject that she so desperately needed to talk to him about. Nope, it was time to lay it all out on the table.

"I want to talk about what happened." she stated bluntly.

The man sitting across from her sighed as he turned his head to look at her. "When I was gone?"

She didn't break her eyes away from his face. "Yes."

"I had a feeling that you wanted to," Finn began slowly, "and I'm willing to listen. Just… spare me the details about your… other relationship."

"Will you promise to listen to what I have to say?" she asked desperately.

He ran a hand through his hair before nodding once. "I'm all ears."

Quinn gave him a thankful look. Taking a deep breath, she began to tell him everything.

"When you left… I'm not going to lie, it hurt. I was hoping that the pain was only temporary, but it wasn't. When I left for Yale that year, I… I just didn't feel like me. Sure, the campus was absolutely beautiful and I was settling in well, but it didn't feel right. I didn't feel right. It may sound stupid, but when you left, it was almost as if you took a piece of me with you." she paused briefly to laugh a little, trying to lighten the mood. This attempt was extremely feeble as her voice began to waver once the next words left her mouth. "A few days later, I had this dream… well, no, it was a n-nightmare. You… you were helping a little boy who seemed to be lost. I don't know where you were, but it seemed like a deserted area; a bad area. Everything seemed fine. You took his hand and began to lead the boy in another direction. Everything seemed like it was going to work out and that both of you would be safe; that maybe I was just having a dream about how you were making the world a better place to live in. That changed when a man wearing some dirty cloth on his face stepped in front of you. H-he was shouting in a foreign language, but it was clear that he wanted to take the little boy. Y-you didn't let him, s-so he pulled out a gun. I saw the scared look in your eyes and I-I tried to do something, to make him go away. But I couldn't because it wasn't r-real. Even when he aimed the gun at your face and…" She couldn't do this. That nightmare was only one of many that she had had over the past few years. Even though Finn was sitting right in front of her, alive, the memory of those horrendous dreams were still too much for her to handle.

Finn stared at her in a mixture of shock and concern. When she stopped talking and looked at the floor, he moved his stool over and grabbed her hand. That was all he did as he had no idea what to say. She… she had a nightmare about him dying. Based off of her reaction, he had a sickening feeling that it wasn't the only one that she had had. Break-up aside, he hated that he had caused her to feel so much agony. He never liked to make the blonde upset.

They sat in silence for a few minutes while Quinn tried to compose herself. When she was finally able to talk, she reluctantly pulled her hand out of his grip and continued from where she left off.

"Practically every night after that, I had some sort of dream revolving around you a-and… Anyway, the next two years passed by at an extremely slow pace. I stayed pretty much the same. I strictly stuck to focusing on my studies. I didn't take part in any clubs, sports, or sororities. I didn't even really hang out with friends, apart from my roommate, Danielle, and Santana over summer vacation. During my junior year, Danielle talked me into going down to the lounge of my dorm building for a karaoke night. It was the, um, t-third anniversary of you leaving and all I wanted was to be alone, but she somehow managed to convince me. I was only planning on being there for a few minutes just to make her happy, but I ended up staying longer. I actually sang a song, met a few new friends… and I met Chris."

"The fur ball?" Finn spat bitterly, unable to help himself.

She nodded slowly, not even bothering to question him on the name. "Yeah, him. I wasn't even interested in him in the least bit, but I was interested in a few of the qualities that he possessed. He… he reminded me of you. Or at least of the you that I still remembered. H-"

"He reminded me of you?" the tall man interrupted in astonishment. Remembering that he promised to listen to her, he quickly mumbled an apology and urged her to continue.

"… he asked me out later that night, but I immediately told him no. He didn't pressure me, but he still gave me his number. I had no intentions of using it at all. But then that night… I had another nightmare. It was one of the worst by far and I really don't want to remind myself of it. I just couldn't handle feeling so alone and scared after that. I thought that if I could take my mind off of things, it would ease a little of the pain. So, the next day I called Chris and had coffee with him. I never planned on things going so far with him. Finn, I swear that I was being completely honest with you when I said that I wasn't in love with him. I'm so sorry that I hurt you; I was being a selfish bitch."

Finn had listened to everything that she said and he had to admit that he understood. Kind of. However, his mind wasn't processing everything. It completely zoned in on what she had said about not being in love with that other guy. He should've been thinking about the more important things that she had told him, but instead he found himself impulsively asking her, "Are you still in love with me?"

The blonde stared at him with wide eyes. 'Where did that come from?' Finn Hudson was just full of surprises when it came to reactions. His question did, however, instantly cause a feeling of hope to build up in her body. That feeling had to be the reason why she said what she did without even a thought about the consequences that might arise. "Yes."

He stared at her intently, thinking that she was going to take it back. When she didn't, he realized that she was being serious. She still loved him. He… well, he didn't know what he felt. Actually, yes he did. He was absolutely confused. "Okay."

"Okay?" she echoed in disbelief. "I tell you that I'm still in love with you and all you say is okay?"

"I… get why you did what you did." he replied softly, ignoring her previous question. "I just… I can't… it doesn't change the fact that you still did it."

His words caused her eyes to become slightly misty. She didn't know how to respond to that.

"I forgive you, but that doesn't mean that I'm going to get back together with you. I know that you were hurting, but I was too. More than ever when I came to visit you and found out about Chris." That name tasted like poison on his tongue. "Thank you for being honest with me, but I think that it would be best if we were just friends."

The blonde shook her head slowly. This wasn't how tonight was supposed to end. "Just go, Finn."

"What?" he asked, clearly taken aback.

Quinn looked him in the eyes and reiterated quietly, "Leave."

"But-"

"Please." she begged, somehow managing to not break down. "I-I'll be back at the apartment in a few hours. I just want to be alone."

Finn mentally slapped himself. Grabbing hold of her hand once more (even though she obviously tried to escape his grip) he said quietly, "I'm sorry that I keep saying the wrong things."

"You don't have to apologize for being honest." she retorted, still feebly trying to free her hand as a few tears slid down her face.

Momentarily forgetting about his girlfriend, Finn slid his chair closer to her and gently cupped her cheek. "I say things without thinking, Q. I-I didn't mean what I said."

She looked at him with tear-filled yet hopeful eyes. "Does that mean that you still love me?"

"I…" Did he? "I don't know."

Quinn shut her eyes and sighed. "That isn't a very good answer."

He wiped away a few of her tears with his thumb. "I'm confused." he admitted quietly.

"Why?"

'Shit.' It wasn't like he could tell her about him and Santana. First of all, his girlfriend would kick his ass, and secondly, it would most likely hurt both of them. Not to mention their long-time friendship.

"Never mind." he muttered, dropping his hand from her face but continuing to hold her hand.

"I've been honest with you tonight." Quinn pointed out. "Why won't you do the same?"

She was right. The things that she had told him tonight were probably extremely hard for her to say. Hell, it was hard for him to even hear it. Taking a deep breath, he said, "I'm seeing someone." At least that wasn't a lie, but it wasn't exactly the whole truth, either.

Quinn stared at him with a blank expression on her face. If he was dating someone, why was he here? Did he get some sort of entertainment out of watching her become so vulnerable?

"Why are you here then?" she wondered, actually curious despite the hostile feelings that she had for him right now.

"For you." he answered with a shrug.

The blonde shook her head and began to trace patterns on the man's hand. "You shouldn't even be with me. You should be with her."

Finn furrowed his eyebrows. "But… I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to hear what you had to say."

"I know that I've messed up so many times when it comes to us, but I'm not going to do it again. I want to be close to you, but I'm not going to be a distraction to your relationship by doing so. Not you, I, or your… girlfriend deserves that." Wow, it hurt like hell to call someone else his girlfriend.

"Are you saying that we can't hang out?" he asked worriedly.

She exhaled slowly and pulled her hand away from his. "We can, just not as much. It would probably be for the best if we didn't do this one-on-one thing anymore."

"I want to be friends." he repeated weakly.

"That's the thing." Quinn whispered quietly. "There is no being just friends when it comes to us."

The man sitting across from her shifted in his seat as he looked down at the table. He couldn't help but agree with her. They were either in a relationship or hated one another. Okay, maybe not hate, but they did ignore each other. "Can we at least try? Just… I don't want to be away from you again."

"You're the one who left." she pointed out. Her voice dropped as she added, "both times."

"I can't say that I regret joining the Army, Q, because I don't. I do regret what my leaving did to you. I hate myself for that." he admitted. "As for that night… I shouldn't have left without letting you explain."

"You had every right to leave. I know that what I did appeared as more than awful to you."

Finn ran a hand through his hair. "I'm so confused right now. I should still be mad at you, but I'm not. I shouldn't even be considering getting back together because I have a g-girlfriend." At the reminder of that, he began to panic. "U-uh, can we please give being friends a shot? At least until I figure out my feelings?"

"I can't wait for you forever, Finn." she replied slowly, although it seemed an awful lot like lie to her heart.

The man nodded in acknowledgement. "I wouldn't do that to you. Could you at least give me a few weeks?"

Unable to help herself, she began to laugh.

"What's so funny?" he wondered.

She calmed down enough to say, "It's just… well, I didn't expect tonight to go like this. I thought that you would've become angry with me again while I was hoping that you would take me back. Is it bad that I was hoping for that? I didn't even think about anything else because… all I want is you. Even after everything that I did to you, you're still all that I want." Her voice dropped to a whisper as she murmured, "I'm so selfish."

'What am I supposed to do?' Finn thought to himself helplessly. He came here with no intentions other than listening to what Quinn had to say. Now he found himself more and more wanting to get back together with her. It took him less than a few hours to forgive her. Could it really take only a day to change his mind from wanting to be friends to wanting to be more than that again? Yeah, confusion seemed to be his dominant feeling tonight. The only thing that he could think to say was, "You aren't selfish."

She shook her head and didn't say anything.

About five minutes passed before either of them spoke.

"Did you want me to get you a drink or something?" Finn asked.

Quinn smiled. "What, no dancing?" she teased.

In response, he groaned.

"I'm fine." she said with an accommodating giggle. "We can go."

He nodded as a sigh of relief escaped his lips. When they began to make their way back to the apartment, he had an overwhelming urge to hold her hand. It was as if it was a natural instinct for him. Just to be on the safe side, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

Not long after, they arrived at the building. Sticking to his gentleman qualities, Finn held the door open for her.

A smile spread across Quinn's lips at the gesture. In the doorway, she paused and looked at him. He had on his famous lopsided grin and a glint in his eyes. She didn't know which caused her to take a step closer to him.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Finn asked uncertainly as his breathing began to falter. He didn't make an attempt to move away from her.

Quinn leaned up on her toes, causing her face to be inches away from his. Her lips almost brushed his as she said, "I need to-"

That was when her cell phone rang. She shook her head in disbelief and backed away from him. Hastily, she pulled out her phone. Whoever called her was going to get an ear full. However, when she saw the name that was on her screen, a smile appeared on her face.

"Who-" Finn began slowly.

"I have to take this." she interrupted, walking back out to the sidewalk.

He stared after her for a few seconds before turning around and heading toward the elevators. 'What the hell just happened?'

Once a little ways away from the building, Quinn snapped open her phone and answered the call. "Am I just imagining things, or is this seriously you?"

"It's me." the voice on the other line confirmed with a laugh.

Her smile grew wider. "What's with the call? I haven't talked to you in forever."

"I'm sorry about that," they said sincerely, "but I heard that you were in New York. Is that true?"

"Yes. How'd you find out?"

They laughed once more. "I know people, Q. Anyway, I happen to be in the city for the next few weeks and I was hoping that we could catch up?"

"Of course!" she exclaimed instantly. "When did you have in mind?"

"How about Wednesday?"

She didn't even think as she said, "Okay."

"Great! I'll let you know later when and where. I can't wait to see you again."

"Me either." she replied softly. They both said their farewells before hanging up.

As Quinn made her way up to the apartment, she almost completely forgot about what happened that night. She even almost forgot that she was inches away from kissing Finn. Almost. However, all she could think about was what would happen on Wednesday.

Yeah, not exactly sure about this chapter either. I'm hoping to get my new story up today, but we'll see. Don't worry, this story is my main priority right now. Leave a review and let me know what you think! Thanks for reading! (: