Sapphire had beautiful eyes. Deep emerald, sparkling and bright, with flecks of tawny gold. And Finn was mesmerized by them.
She was chatting away about some movie or something, but Finn wasn't catching any of it, and he had the distinct feeling that Puck wasn't either, because his eyes were trained on the neckline of her low-cut tank top.
Sapphire stopped talking abruptly, and set her cup down. Finn shook himself and nudged Puck in the ribs. Puck shifted his gaze to Sapphire's face and grinned sheepishly. "Yeah?" he half-asked, half-said.
Sapphire, though, wasn't looking at them. She was peering across the crowded food court with an expression of delight on her face.
Finn followed her gaze, caught a flash of golden hair, and froze. Quinn Fabray was marching across the court with fury burning in her blue eyes. Finn straightened and focused his attention on his empty latte cup.
Quinn reached the table and carelessly sat down in the one empty chair next to Sapphire. "Hi, Sapphire! Hi Finn." She purred, her voice as sweet and artificial as Splenda, completely ignoring Puck. She leaned across the table and kissed Finn on the mouth. That wasn't like Quinn. She hated PDA. Finn knew she was trying to make it perfectly clear that he was taken. That she owned him. Finn wasn't sure if he liked that, but out of habit he draped his arm across Quinn's shoulders. He stole a glance at Sapphire, wondered if it was bothering her, but she was talking to Puck with a smile on her pretty face. Finn felt an odd twinge of dissapointment twist in his stomach.
Sapphire casually slipped out her hair elastic. Her shiny locks framed her deliicate face in soft waves, adding to the effect of fae-like beauty. Finn watched her shake out her hair like a girl in a Pantene commercial.
Quinn's bony elbow dug into his ribs, and he turned back to her. He could practically see the steam coming from her ears. "Finn." she hissed pontedly. "We need to talk. Now." She stood and raised her eyebrows. Finn got to his feet awkwardly and looked around. "Right here, now?" He asked under his breath. Quinn crossed her arms and Finn sighed. "Uh, be right back, guys." He said before Quinn practically propelled him from the food court.
She walked at a furious pace, and Finn took long strides to keep up with her. When Quinn finally paused outside of a Hot Topic, she was flushed and out of breath. "What was that all about?" she asked, just as Finn opened his mouth to ask the same. "What was what all about?" Finn leveled Quinn with a stare. Quinn's wide eyes darted from side to side, making her look like a deer caught in headlights. "Well, that!" She gesticulated furiously, as if words couldn't convey the wrongs he'd commited. "The way you were looking at her!"
That was it. Finn's temper snapped. "Oh, I'm so sorry." He snarled, his words dripping with sarcasm. "For looking at another girl, Little Miss Perfect. I'm sure you would know all about that, what with you going around last year fucking my best friend!"
Quinn flinched as if Finn had slapped her. Her eyes instantly welled with tears, but Finn turned without a word and walked away slowly. He looked back over his shoulder once, unable to resist temptation. Quinn was looking at the ground, tears streaming down cheeks. Her beautiful face held all the melancholy and unfairness in the world in it's innocence and grief.
Finn turned around and walked straight and fast, and he didn't spare her another backwards look.
