TITLE: Take Me As I Am
AUTHOR: ponderer
SUMMARY: They were going to win because they were different.
DISCLAIMER: I want for nothing.
SPOILERS: Post 1x04 "Preggers". Title comes from Au Revoir Simone's song, "Take Me As I Am".
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Again, I'm sorry for the delay in these past two chapters. Please take the time to review because it is that extra something that motivates me to write more.

Also, this is a different way to approach my story. Enjoy!

Hairography

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Distraction: n that which amuses, entertains, or diverts

Finn

The first time he was distracted from Quinn was while they were kissing and the TV was still a soft glow in his living room and the sports channel was on and he saw that Ohio State had won against Michigan. It was easy enough to pay attention to the screen, running quick plays from the game to show how the Buckeyes had overpowered the Wolverines; especially since Quinn pecked him with her lips, not budging her mouth open.

The second time he was distracted from Quinn was when he joined Glee. And he met Rachel and all of her crazy. As time went by though, it was the crazy that he found himself attracted to. (Not to mention her short skirts and hair that smelled like strawberries.)

The third time he was distracted from Quinn was when Rachel dressed… not like herself. More like those models he saw on that show with Tyra Banks. Everything was different, even the way she spoke was alluding something more than her usual brash tone. It was… sensual. Poetic. So he couldn't help but be distracted by the way her mouth moved to form the words. Which was distracting because then he could barely hear her over the screaming in his brain to kiss her, which was another distraction because he had class to get to (not to mention his very pregnant girlfriend).

"Friday night?" he heard her say and he nodded, accepted, proceeded because it wasn't like he could say no, not when she was looking at him like that.

She walked away, an extra movement to her hips showcasing the back of her thighs and he imagined something he shouldn't be and he was distracted again when he turned around and met face to face with said pregnant girlfriend.

When Friday came, his palms sweaty like a football game, he appeared at her front door promptly. She answered, calmly, sweetly (again dressed like one of those models) and she ushered him upstairs and he was once again distracted by the sway of her hips, revealing peaks up her jean skirt to see pieces of red cotton. He tried to distract himself with something else, anything else, but all he saw was red and thinking of how he could get to see it again.

But then she was dressed up like that chick from Grease and she was singing and moving around her bedroom and he became distracted by reality. How this wasn't Rachel and he shouldn't have been there, thinking those things (not to mention how easy he could probably see those red underwear again).

"Rachel, I can't do this…" he began and she looked so sad, so disappointed. Not at him, but at herself. And he felt like he was disappointing her too, because he shouldn't have said yes. He shouldn't have been so distracted.

"I thought you would like this," she whispered. He never liked it when Quinn cried, unsure of how to comfort her, and it would be ten times worse for Rachel, he just knew. Because there was no ounce of comfort he could give her.

"I like the way you usually dress." And it was completely true. He liked the innocent short skirts and knee socks and loafer shoes and sweaters his grandma wore. Because she was confident. Independent. Strong-willed. Beautiful. But he wasn't distracted enough to know he couldn't tell her those things; it would only make things worse. So, instead, he said, "I have to go."

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AN: What distracts you?