A/N: Long chapter compared to the other ones, but I had to do this after the episode. Also, I would highly recommend actually listening to 'Always On My Mind' by Michael Bublé, which shows up near the end of the chapter. You will get a better feel of the mood of the last scene that way and reviews always inspire me to write more, so please spare a moment and leave me one!

Furt


Quinn laughed as Sam twirled her around again.

"You are so drunk," she teased him, a wide smile upon her face.

He returned her smile, except his was more of a goofy grin.

"Love drunk," he corrected her, pulling her towards him abruptly.

Quinn let out a squeal at the sudden motion, losing her balance. Although Sam tried to keep them up, he ultimately failed, causing them to tumble into Mike and Tina behind them, who let out surprised squeaks of their own.

"Alright, no way are you driving Quinn home like that," Tina told Sam, sharing a look of understanding with her boyfriend. "You can come back and get your car tomorrow. Honestly, how much champagne did you have?"

"Actually, only about three glasses," Quinn revealed as Sam pouted at her betrayal.

"You got drunk on three glasses of champagne?" Mike echoed in disbelief, already dragging him towards his car. "Quinn, you can get in the back with Tina."

After they had successfully gotten Sam into the passenger seat, where he was currently wailing (although appropriately) 'Love Drunk', Quinn denied his offer.

"Thanks, but I know my place is out of the way," she told him, taking a step back from the vehicle. "I can get my mom to come pick me up."

"You sure?" Tina clarified from the backseat. "Mike doesn't mind you know."

"Yeah, not at all," he confirmed, gesturing to the empty seat beside his girlfriend. "Hop in."

She was about to politely decline again when she was interrupted by a familiar, not-so-welcome-at-the-moment voice.

"I'll take Quinn home," Finn spoke up from behind her. "I have to take Rachel home anyway and Quinn's place is just a little further than that."

Hearing his voice kept her frozen in place. Sam had been a nice distraction all evening, but now that he was gone…

"You are never going to believe what I just overheard," Quinn heard Santana gossiping to Brittany as they prepped for their performance. "Finn just told that dwarf that he loved her. How tacky, especially at a wedding, am I right?"

"Totally," Brittany agreed, only half listening as she waved for Artie to come over and join them.

When she realized that Mike and Tina were looking at her for confirmation, she snapped out of her reverie.

"Uh yeah," she assured them, forcing a small smile. "Finn can take me home. See you two at school tomorrow."

"See you," the two of them echoed as Sam began to wail again.

He was damn good singer, but apparently, only when not drunk.

"You want to tell me what I did wrong?" Finn asked the moment the vehicle was out of sight.

She turned around to face him, her lips pressed together in a thin line. She was not happy.

"What makes you think something is wrong Hudson?" she shot back, arms across her chest now, observing their surroundings to make sure that they were alone.

The last thing she wanted to do was cause a scene on Burt and Carole's special day. Thankfully, no one was within hearing distance of their conversation.

"You overheard what Santana said, didn't you?" he guessed and her surprised eyes were answer enough. "I was there too, remember?"

She avoided his gaze and turned up her nose, still intent on ignoring him.

"Oh come on Q," he coaxed, taking a step towards her and bumping her shoulder a little. "You can't get upset with me because of that. You know I always get all caught up at weddings."

"Yeah, but you and I both know that that's not the reason why you said what you said," she told him, looking at him now.

He sighed.

"Q, do we always have to go through this?" he wondered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Yeah, I love Rachel, but I'm in love with you. Can't we just leave it at that?"

Damn his cute, stupid smile.

"Fine, but anything more than making out and the occasional 'I love you' and I will kill you Finn," she warned him, only half joking.

He laughed upon hearing her threat, throwing his hands up in the air in mock surrender before leaning down to whisper into her ear, "Would be a pretty good way to die, Fabray."

She gave him a small, playful shove in response, trying hard not to smile as she enlightened him, "You are so lucky you're adorable, you know that?"

"Comes naturally," he joked as she rolled her eyes at him.

"What does?" Rachel interrupted, a wide, innocent smile lighting up her face.

"Your talent," Quinn said simply before Finn could say something stupid (well, more stupid anyway). "You were great in 'Marry You'."

Rachel wrinkled her nose in confusion for a moment. Honestly, when had Quinn ever really given her a compliment before?

"Uh, thanks," she responded uncertainly, shaking off the weird feeling she had in the pit of her stomach. "Finn, you ready to go?"

"Yeah," he told her, adding, "Quinn's coming with us by the way. Do you mind?"

Well, she had wanted some alone time with him, but she couldn't very well say no after Quinn had (oddly enough) complimented her on her performance today.

"Not at all," she assured him cheerfully as she got into the passenger seat, Finn holding the door open for Quinn to climb into the back before going around and sliding into the driver's seat himself.

He adjusted his rearview mirror before putting his key into the ignition, wanting to see Quinn from where he was. She smiled at him when she noticed the motion, shaking her head slightly at his dorky ways.

As the car began to move, Rachel tried to make small talk, but Finn and Quinn were hardly responsive. Eventually, she gave up, staring out the window instead, humming quietly to herself. She would be home soon anyway.

"You are so cheating on Sam with Finn," Santana accused her, checking to make sure all the stalls were empty. "Fess up, Q"

"S, I honestly have no idea what drugs you're on, but these delusions of yours have seriously got to stop," she told her, bored, reapplying her makeup in the mirror.

"Brittany told me that Artie told her that Finn and Sam had an interesting little exchange today in the locker room," Santana persisted, wanting anything she could get from the blonde.

She loved gossip (like obviously).

"And what little exchange would that be exactly?" Quinn clarified, trying to mask her newfound interest in what the other cheerleader was saying.

Santana smirked, revealing, "So apparently, Sam was talking about his reputation in the locker room this morning and Finn commented on how he couldn't even get you to be his girlfriend yet."

She paused for a moment, but Quinn had known her for long enough to know that she was merely doing so for dramatic effect.

"Then, Sam tells him he's working on it, right? According to Artie, after Sam left, Finn looked a little upset, which he thought was totally weird, so he told Brittany, who told me of course, and so now…" she trailed off when Quinn put up a hand to stop her from rambling on.

"And so now you're looking for a little confirmation for your suspicions," Quinn finished for her, letting her know, "Well, I hate to disappoint Santana, but Artie probably saw wrong or he's reading into things. When did he become such a gossip anyway?"

"Brittany's rubbed off on him a little I guess," Santana told her with a shrug, her original purpose for cornering Quinn in the bathroom forgotten.

Quinn rolled her eyes and said on her way out, "Whatever. I have to get back to class."

She had to smile to herself as she remembered their conversation. She had done a little (embarrassing) dance upon noticing that the hallway was empty. Finn had been jealous!

"What are you giggling about back there?" Finn questioned then, alerting her.

Rachel became even more alert than she was, glancing back suspiciously at the blonde.

"Oh nothing," Quinn answered, emphasizing, "Just thinking about Sam and his drunken singing is all."

"Oh I know," Rachel commented, turning back again in her seat, all suspicions evaporated. "He was atrocious."

"Yeah, but funny," she corrected her, emphasizing the word 'funny' as she caught Finn's eye in the rearview mirror.

He looked puzzle for a moment, wondering what she was trying to tell him before realizing what she must have been thinking about.

Maybe. She had said maybe. 'No' would have been a more appropriate answer. He could think of a whole list of appropriate answers like 'hell no', 'fuck no', and 'not in this lifetime', but maybe? Where had that come from? Before he could give it anymore thought though, he noticed that Quinn was almost at the door. Oh crap. He needed to hide (and fast). He would never live it down if she caught him spying on her and Sam. Oh! Behind the guy who's currently rummaging through his locker. Perfect!

"Finn, funny seeing you here," Quinn commented, smiling at him knowingly. "Hiding behind a locker door? Really?"

He shrugged, grinning sheepishly at her, having been caught, "It seemed like a good idea a few seconds ago? I was totally not spying on you and Sam by the way. I was just passing by."

"Uh huh," she echoed as she continued to walk down the hall, him following close behind her. "Just like I totally did not say 'maybe' to Sam because I knew you were standing there watching us the whole time?"

"Yeah, exactly," he said before actually processing what she was admitting. "Wait, what? You knew?"

Quinn rolled her eyes.

"Just promise me you won't become a spy anytime soon," she told him. "You're terrible at the whole being stealth thing."

He grinned and assured her, "I won't. You want to have lunch together today? Rachel needs to finish up some paper at the library, so…"

"Sure," she answered simply. "I doubt Sam and I are having lunch together anyway after our conversation just now."

And that suited Finn just fine.

"Well, this is me," Rachel announced, grabbing Finn and kissing him before she hopped out of the car. "See you two at school tomorrow!"

Quinn rolled her eyes as she watched the brunette bounce all the way to the front door. Why was she always so freakishly energetic?

"Uh Finn?" Quinn questioned a few minutes later, turning back to see her house fading off into the distance.

"Relax Q," he told her, turning into the nearby park. "We're taking a slight detour. I'll take you home a little later."

He got out of the car and opened her car door, extending his hand towards her.

"What are you up to Hudson?" she wondered, but accepted, getting out of the vehicle.

He didn't answer her and merely pulled her along until they were behind the swing set. Quinn had always liked the swings the best.

"Care for a dance Miss Fabray?" he asked, his hands on her hips now and she automatically looped her arms around his neck.

"Are you drunk too?" she wondered, giggling. "We don't even have any music."

"We've never needed music Q," Finn told her as they started to move back and forth. "But I do have a little something prepared for this special moment tonight."

She raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what other surprise he could possibly have in store for her. He only pulled her closer and when she finally relented, her head resting perfectly in the crook of his neck, he started to sing softly into her ear.

Maybe I didn't treat you
Quite as good as I should have
Maybe I didn't love you
Quite as often as I could have
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time

But you were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

Maybe I didn't hold you
All those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you
I'm so happy that you're mine
If I made you feel second best
Girl, I'm sorry I was blind

You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

Tell me, tell me that your
Sweet love hasn't died
Give me, give me one more chance
To keep you satisfied
Satisfied

Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time

You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

When he stepped back from her, her eyes were glistening a little. Under other circumstances, she probably would have teased him about not being able to pull off Michael Bublé, but tonight was different, she knew.

"Oh come on," he murmured playfully, cupping her cheek. "I know I'm not nearly as good a singer as he is, but…"

She shook her head, interrupting him, "It's not that Finn. I just don't understand why you would sing this song to me is all. You were always the perfect boyfriend. I was the one who screwed up. I was the one who…"

But he didn't let her finish because his mom had taught him long ago that love means never having to say you're sorry and as much as Quinn knew how wrong this was and wanted to pull away, nothing felt more right to her in that very moment. Sure, they would both have to return to their respective realities tomorrow morning, but for now, having this one moment was enough for the both of them.

Can we be in love again?