"Rachel, you're back!" Finn stood up, smiling, and almost falling. Rachel just stood there, looking at him, in shock. She noticed the nine empty bottles scattered on the table and the one half empty bottle in his hand. She didn't say anything, she just looked at him, stunned. "Rachel?" Finn asked, after taking another gulp and finishing his beer. She looked upset, like she could burst into tears at any moment.
"So, you had sex with Quinn in her hot tub?" Rachel asked, crossing her arms, looking up at him. Finn's jaw dropped a little and she looked at him questioningly. "Huh? You wonder if she remembers? You obviously remember!" Rachel said, raising her voice. She walked up to him, their bodies inches away from eachother. She looked up at him, with anger in her eyes.
"Rachel.." Finn said, drunkingly. He pulled his eyes away from her.
"No! Don't Rachel me! Why are you thinking about her in that way?! I haven't even been gone for a full two days and you're already thinking about her like that?! Is that why you were with her last night? Did you sleep with her? You slept with her, didn't you?!" Rachel yelled angrily and she pushed Finn. Finn just stood there.
"No, Rach, I didn't sleep with her" Finn said, upset. Rachel glared at him and went up to him again.
"You're a fucking prick, Finn. I got your voicemail, Kurt did too, and I figured I should come here and stay the night to make sure you're okay. You're obviously fine though if you're thinking about her." Rachel said, angrily. She crossed her arms and just stared at him. Finn finally looked at her.
"It's not like that.." Finn mumbled, running a hand through his hair. He sat on the couch and put his head in his hands. "Are you staying tonight?" Finn asked, mumbling through his hands. Rachel stood there, looking at him, with her arms still crossed. She shook her head.
"I..I don't think so, Finn. We need to talk though. In the morning, when you're sober. Okay?" Rachel said, confused. Her eyes were filled with tears, but she didn't want him to know how he's hurt her.
"Alright..I love you, Rachel" Finn said, looking at her. Rachel closed her eyes and let a few tears flow. Seeing the tears, Finn got up and held her. "I'm so sorry, Rachel" he said as he held her tight. Rachel could feel him physically, but she couldn't help but wonder if they still had eachother's full hearts. She knew he was telling her the truth when he said that he loves her.
"I'll come by tomorrow, Finn..." Rachel said softly as she pulled away from him. Finn nodded and Rachel walked out the door. He watched her leave and he couldn't help but let a few tears fall. He grabbed another beer and sat on the couch, alone.
Kurt and Blaines
Rachel stood outside her best friends apartment with tears running down her face. She couldn't help but think about how different things were a few years ago.
There was a time when men were kind, when their voices were soft, and their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind,and the world was a song,and the song was exciting
There was a time,then it all went wrong...
Finn was a different man. He use to cherish her and lately, she felt like he didn't anymore. He lost his innocence in the army. He came back broken. Even during the years that he was in the army and he would come home for a few weeks, she could tell he was changing. His eyes didn't sparkle anymore. She noticed he started drinking more and more, but she thought that when he came home for good, that would stop and everything would go back to normal. She hoped it would, at least.
I dreamed a dream in time gone by,when hope was high,and life worth living ,I dreamed that love would never die, I dreamed that God would be forgiving,then I was young and unafraid,and dreams were made and used and wasted..There was no ransom to be paid,no song unsung, no wine untasted...
Rachel walked into the apartment, her eyes puffy with tears. "Rachel? What's wrong?" Kurt asked, looking over at Rachel who just stormed in the apartment. "We thought you were staying at your place" Kurt said, confused. Him and Blaine were cuddling on the couch, watching their favorite movie-Les Miserables.
"It's Finn. He...He was really drunk and I heard him say "I wonder if she remembers the time in Junior year when we finally fucked in her hot tub" and he was thinking about Quinn and it all makes sense now, they were together last night and..and..." Rachel started crying more.
But the tigers come at night, with their voices soft as thunder, as they tear your hope apart,as they turn your dream to shame..
Kurt gave her a sympathetic look as did Blaine. "Come here, Rachel" Kurt said, scooting over to give her room on the couch. Rachel sat down and put her head on Kurt's shoulder and cried. Kurt just rubbed her back. She continued to think about Finn. She remembered the last summer they had before he left for the army. Everything was perfect then. She just wished that they could go back to that. She remembers how excited they were to finally get their own apartment together and to finally fall asleep together and wake up together. She smiled softly at the memories. Every day that summer was an adventure for them. Then, when she remembers that cold, sad day in September when he left her in the airport, more tears fell. She should've known that was when everything was going to change.
He slept a summer by my side, he filled my days with endless wonder,he took my childhood in his stride,but he was gone when autumn came..
"You don't think he and Quinn..." Kurt said, not daring to say the rest of his thought. Rachel nodded her head against his shoulder.
"No, he wouldn't do that. He would just admit it if he did" Rachel said, in between tears. "I just can't believe he would think about her like that again!" Rachel exclaimed. "I just..I just hope everything works out, you know?" Rachel said, pouting. She wanted their life together back.
And still I dream he'll come to me, that we will live the years together,but there are dreams that cannot be,and there are storms we cannot weather..
"Did you guys talk about it?" Blaine asked, concerned about his friend's relationship.
"No..We will tomorrow..." Rachel said, rethinking everything that happened. Rachel couldn't help but think about how ironic it was that now that she finally had her big break on Broadway, her and Finn were falling apart.
I had a dream my life would be, so different from this hell I'm living,so different now from what it seemed,now life has killed the dream I dreamed...
"I'm going to bed.." Rachel said as she got up. She hugged Blaine and Kurt goodnight and changed into her pajamas, too lazy to shower. She fell asleep crying tonight.
Finns Place
It was midnight and Finn couldn't fall asleep. His mind was drifting between Quinn and Rachel and he felt so guilty about it all. He loved Rachel, but Quinn was coming back into his life so quickly. It seemed like Quinn really understood. He already drank about 15 beers through out the night and he was staring at his phone. "She did say I could call whenever.." Finn whispered out loud. He debated calling her, but finally, after a beer, he realized he should. The worst that could happen would be she wouldn't pick up, right? Finn dialed Quinn and after three rings, he heard her voice.
"Hello?" a soft, tired voice said, followed by a yawn.
"Hey, did I wake you? It's Finn" Finn said, embarrassed that he woke her up.
"I know who it is, silly, that's why I answered" she said, giggling. Finn smiled at this.
"I..I just need someone to talk to right now.." Finn said, his smile suddenly fading.
"I'll be right there" Quinn said. Before Finn could protest, the line went dead. Finn couldn't help but smile-she was coming here, in the middle of the night, for him. Finn decided to wait on the couch while watching some ESPN. He suddenly heard a soft knock on the door after 20 minutes of watching ESPN. He got up and walked over to the door and opened it. Quinn stormed in with a concerned look on her face.
"Are you okay? I was worried!" Quinn said as she looked him up and down. He was only in his basketball shorts. 'The army did him well..' Quinn couldn't help but think.
"Rachel came by and heard me say something... Then she stormed out and left..." Finn replied as he looked down. He was hoping she wouldn't ask him what he said.
"What'd you sa-Wait, how much did you drink, Finn?" Quinn said, squinting her eyebrows together and her mouth opened, looking at the 16 empty bottles of beer on the coffee table.
"I uh..Don't know exactly, but uh, I'll count the empties.." Finn went over to the coffee table and started counting. "16" he replied. Quinn looked at him, worried.
"Lay down. Now" Quinn said as she went into the kitchen. Finn squinted his eyes together and watched her walk away.
"Uh, what?" Finn asked as he stood there, dumbfounded.
"Lay down. I'm gonna make you some food. Watch a little more tv. Then we can talk about it, okay?" She said as she peeked her head out from the kitchen, giving him a soft smile.
"Okay" Finn said, not protesting because she looked so beautiful and she was being so nice. 'I can't think about her like that..' Finn kept telling himself over and over as he layed down.
Quinn decided to cook him up a few hot dogs on the stove. It wasn't a huge meal, but she just wanted to get something in his stomach. While the 4 hot dogs were on the stove, she brought Finn over a bottle of water.
"You don't have to do this, Q" Finn said as he took the bottle and smiled at her.
"I want too" she said as she started picking up the empty bottles. Finn sat up.
"Come on, you don't have to clean up my mess, let me do this" Finn said as he shook his head, getting up and picking up a few of the bottles. Quinn smiled at him, and put her hand on his chest.
"Finn. Lay. Down." Quinn said laughing and softly pushing him. Finn laughed too and laid down.
"Whatever you say, Princess Quinn" Finn said, playfully as she rolled her eyes. She walked away to throw the bottles away that she had then came back with the trash can and decided it'd be the fastest and easiest way to get rid of them. She could feel Finn's eyes on him, smiling at her. When she glanced over at him, she noticed he quickly turned his attention back to the tv. She smiled to her self and went to go get his hotdogs. She put mustard, ketchup, and relish on all four of them-she hoped he still liked them like this. She walked over to him with another waterbottle and the hotdogs.
"Sit up, Hudson" Quinn said playfully. He did as she said.
"Oh those looks good" Finn said licking his lips and eyeing the hot dogs. Quinn laughed and sat next to Finn, handing him the plate and putting the new water bottle on the coffee table.
"Enjoy" Quinn said, smiling at him as he stuffed his face. She giggled a little. "Someone was hungry" she said as she raised her eyebrows and giggled again. 'Two giggles within thirty seconds? Jesus' she thought to herself.
"I guess I was" Finn said with a full mouth, which earned him a laugh from Quinn.
"Well, eat up, and we'll talk, alright?" Quinn said softly as she patted his shoulder. Finn smiled at her and ate up. Finn was about to get up to go throw the paper plate away, but Quinn stopped him.
"Let me" Quinn said, taking the plate and walking to the kitchen, before Finn could protest.
When Quinn came back and sat down, Finn spoke up. "You know, you don't have to play house wife, Q" Finn said, smiling at her with one of his eyebrows up. He leaned back against the couch, relaxing more.
"I'm just trying to help you out" Quinn said, playfully rolling her eyes. "And you know me, I'd never play house wife for anyone" Quinn said, more serious, but still smiling.
"I know, you're independent. You're amazing just by yourself" Finn said, smiling back at her. Quinn blushed a little at his comment. They were both looking into eachothers eyes and Quinn could feel the heat.
"Anyway" Quinn said, clearing her throat, which caused Finn to awkwardly look around. "What happened?" she asked in a serious tone. Finn explained, but left out the part about what he said about her. "What'd she hear you say?" Quinn asked as she stared attentively at Finn.
Finn blushed a little. "Well..I was really drunk at that time, ya know? And I guess...I guess I said out loud...Uh..." Finn was stuttering badly. Quinn gave him a look.
"Are you going to throw up? Are you okay?" Quinn asked as she put her hand on his shoulder.
"I said I wonder if Quinn remembers when we had sex in her hot tub" Finn said quickly as he looked down, embaressed. Quinn's mouth turned into an "O" and her eyebrows shot up.
"Oh.." Quinn said, not knowing what to say.
"I was drunk, ya know? It just came out" Finn said, nervously.
"Yeah, yeah" Quinn replied back awkwardly. "You just need to talk to her. Tell her how you were drunk and just weren't thinking" Quinn said caringly. Finn half smiled at her and put his arm around her. She instinctively put her head on his shoulder. Finn looked down at the beautiful blonde. He kind of liked how she looked on his shoulder. They stayed like that for a few minutes before Finn had to get up.
"I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back" Finn said, getting up and looking down at Quinn. Quinn just nodded and smiled. Finn started for the bathroom and Quinn looked at him.
"Oh my God" Quinn couldn't help but say outloud. She saw three huge scars on his back. Finn looked back at her and realized what she was 'oh my God-ing' about. He looked down and then back up at her, thinking of what to say.
"I'll tell you when I get back..." Finn muttered as he hurried off to the bathroom. Quinn sat there dumb founded. Finn looked in the mirror after he finished and splashed his face with water. How did he feel so comfortable telling her about them? He hasn't even told Rachel about them and how he got them, yet, he was feeling comfortable with someone from the past, that he only reconnected with a mere few days ago? Finn shook his thoughts and walked out of the bathroom. He sat next to Quinn and sighed.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want too, Finn.." Quinn said, looking down.
"I want too" Finn said, picking her head up by her chin, forcing her to look at him. He turned around so his back was facing her. He grabbed her hand and traced the first one with her hand, guiding it. The first one was about seven inches long and thick, about three inches wide. It was on his right shoulder. "This one" he said as he traced it with her hand, "I got from a road side bomb, the one I was talking about at therapy. Something from the car hit me there while I was trying to get him out.." Finn said, nervously. Quinn didn't say anything.
Finn moved her hand across her back, down to the left of his back. This scar was in the middle of the left of his back. It was about 5 inches long and 3 inches wide. He traced it with her hand. "This one, I got from another soldier, an enemy soldier obviously. He was by himself, as was I, and he tried to capture me. We started fighting, fist fighting, and someone came around and started beating me with their gun. Luckily, I kind of knocked out one of them before it was a 2 on one thing and I...I killed the other guy who was beating me with his gun. He was beating me because I found out that the gun didn't have any bullets left.." Finn said, shakily. Quinn shivered. He was really opening up.
He moved her hand to the last scar. This one was right in the middle. It was a slash. It was about 8 inches long and 4 inches wide. It was big. He started tracing it with her hand. "This one I got from being captured for 4 days..I got lucky, I coulda still been captured. They wanted to know information. Ya know, things like that. They didn't let me eat or drink or even go to the bathroom. If I went to the bathroom..I...I had to, ya know, uh, eat it or drink it..Anyway..They decided that if they hit the same spot everyday, it would be more painful, which I'm sure it was, so they would beat me with whatever they had..Guns, wood, poles, stuff like that. They cut it first, with a knife..Obviously with a knife..But, anyway, they cut a thin line, about 8 inches,so they would hit the exactly same spot.. and then started beating it..They would beat it every day, alot..Luckily, it was only a four day thing" Finn said, feeling more confident about telling Quinn yet. She hasnt said anything yet, but he knew she understood.
"And the last one.." He moved her hand down to the middle of his back, just a little above his butt. "Obvious gun shot wound. It's healed pretty well though. I got it in night raid. They raided our camp in the middle of the night. I couldn't sleep after that happened.." Finn said as Quinn free handly started tracing the scars. To his surprised, and hers, she leanover and kissed all his scars. Slowly and softly. She hugged him from behind and he put his hands on top of her hands. She leaned her head against his back and started to cry.
"I really appreciate you telling me all this, Finn. I know it was hard.." Quinn mumbled into his back.
Finn half smiled. "Actually, it was kind of easy telling you all this. Thank you, for everything Quinn. God, we've gotten so close within days" Finn said, chuckling. He turned his head looking down at her.
"I'm really glad it was. And you know I'm always here for you. Always. And we have, huh?" Quinn said, moving her eyes up to him and giving him a soft smile. She let him go and he turned around, facing her. He leaned in and hugged her. They stayed like that for a minute."You wanna go to bed? You can sleep in the guest bed room if you want" Finn whispered in her ear. Quinn shivered at how close his lips were to her face.
"Okay" was all Quinn could muster out. Finn smiled and turned the tv off. As Quinn was about to get up, he stopped her.
"I'll carry you. It's the least I could do after all you've done for me today" before Quinn could protest, Finn picked her up, marriage style. She threw her arms around his neck and nuzzled into his chest. Finn looked at her and smiled. She returned his smile and he walked to the guest room. He put her into bed and bent down at the bed.
"Good night, Quinn Fabray" Finn said, as he nervously played with her soft, blonde hair. She smiled at him and let him continue playing with her hair.
"Good night, Finn Hudson" Quinn whispered as she rubbed his bicep softly with her finger tips. Finn shivered at her intimate touch. Without thinking, Finn leaned over and kissed Quinns cheek and hugged her. They stayed embraced in eachother. Again, without thinking, Finn kissed her shoulder. Quinn started tracing his scars with her fingertips. After about five minutes of just embracing eachother, Finn relunctantly let go. He stood up and smiled down at Quinn.
"Good night, Q" Finn whispered as he turned the lights off.
"Night, Finny" Quinn whispered back. With that, Finn went off to his room. They both didn't fall asleep right away. They both kept thinking back to tonight and what it meant. They both knew it was a special night.
LONG CHAPTER! But what do you guys think? I wanted to add the "I Dreamed A Dream" from Les Miserables because one, I love the song, and musical, and two, I thought I could fit it in with Finchel.