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When Finn woke up he was met with an empty bedroom. Somewhere in between his fight with Quinn and waking up she had run away.
His wife was gone.
He stood up and walked out to the kitchen hoping he could find some kind of contact book and look for Brittany and Santana's number, he'd bet anything that Quinn would be there.
The number was held to the fridge with a magnet. "Yes." He whispered as he tore it away from the appliance.
He grabbed his cell phone from the table beside his bed (he had apparently left it there) he then dialed the number that took the space on the slip of paper.
One ring.
Two rings.
Three rings.
"Hello!" A chipper Brittany answered the phone.
"Brittany, hey, it's Finn." He figured he'd introduce himself, formally and all.
"I know that, I've got your number stored in memory." Brittany said.
"Your phone has memory?" He looked at the slip of paper again, within Quinn's handwriting it said: Santana & Brittany's home number.
"No, brain memory." Brittany corrected.
The man nodded as he rubbed his head before hopping onto the island counter, "is Quinn there?"
There was a hum on the other line before Brittany giggled, "someone wants to say hi to you." He could hear the smile in her voice.
Was she avoiding his question? Or had she just not heard?
"Hi, daddy!" Was half whispered/half said on the other line a moment later.
Finn smiled, "hey Kitty-Cat." He then furrowed his eyebrows do I even call her that?
She giggled, and he took that as a good sign, "guess what Britt-Britt got Drizzie and me?"
"What'd she get you?" He asked.
"Ice-cream!" She said, "course Drizzle couldn't eat much because she's still a baby, but Brittany gave her a little."
"That's awesome." He said with a smile, "hey, Kit, i-is your mom there?"
There was a pause on the line before Kitrina said, "I don't know daddy, I'll ask Brittany?"
"Okay."
So he waited, hearing a hushed whisper of, "is mommy here?"
And an answer came just as softly, "let me talk to him."
"Bye daddy." Kitrina said clearly before she was replaced by Brittany, "why are you asking if Quinnie's here?" She wondered, "you know we got the kids until Saturday."
"Saturday?"
"Yeah," Brittany said, "that's tomorrow, but it gave you three days to unpack."
"Three days?"
"We got the girls on Wednesday." Brittany informed him.
It's already been two days? "Today's Friday?"
"Well, yeah." Brittany said hesitantly, "do you have Alzheimer's?"
"What? No?" He shook his head, "is Santana there?" She'd probably be better help.
"No." The blonde responded quickly, "San went to Q's audition for support."
"Audition?"
"Yeah, she got a call yesterday for a callback." Brittany explained, "her callback was today."
Quinn's an actress? That would explain L.A.
He sighed, "Brittany, h-have you by chance heard from Quinn?"
"Course," Brittany answered, "every day."
"Where's the audition at? Do you know?"
"Paramount studios." Brittany said almost immediately.
"Paramount." Finn repeated so he wouldn't forget. "Do you uh, do you know how to get there?"
"No." Brittany said, "but Santana does. She took Quinn with our car."
Finn rolled his eyes, that didn't help much, "do you have internet?"
"Yes."
"Well, we don't have a computer here, do you think you could look it up for me?" He wondered.
"Yeah," Brittany said, "sure."
"Thanks." He mumbled as he slid off of the counter and walked over to the fridge, it was almost empty, but he grabbed a soda and opened it taking a swift drink before letting his eyes roam around the apartment.
He was surprised to find it all unpacked, there were no boxes around; empty or full.
"5555 Melrose Ave, Suite 121, in Hollywood." Brittany said after a moment.
Finn nodded as he set his soda down and found a pen to write the adress down, "5555 Melrose Ave?" He asked.
"Yes," the blonde replied, "sutie 121."
Finn nodded again, continuing to write the address, "thanks Britt, I owe you."
"It's fine really." Brittany replied, "well, I gotta go, I'm taking your girls to the park."
"Fun." He said a quick bye before he clicked the conversation off and stuck his phone in his shorts pocket. "Keys?" He said, "keys, where would the keys be?" He continued to mumble before he searched the kitchen table (which was already filled with papers) and the living room.
When he finally looked on the table by the door he found them. As he rushed over there and grabbed the keys and a pair of sunglasses that just so happened to be sitting there too, he made his way out of the apartment and the apartment building altogether.
It took him 30 minutes to find Paramount studios but when he tried to go inside, he wasn't allowed to unless he had an audtion or appointment or something.
He tried to tell the guard's that his wife was auditioning and he was supposed to be meeting her here (even though Quinn had no idea he was near at all) but they still wouldn't let him through.
He decided he'd wait, wait and hope he was waiting near the right entrance.
He made sure he didn't fall asleep, falling asleep would most likely land him back in reality. And in reality he wasn't having better luck with Quinn either.
He figured he'd fix this part first.
Fantasy first.
Quinn and Santana hadn't come out of the building for two hours but when they finally did Finn noticed. He quickly sat up (he had been lounging a little) and pushed the door open and climbing out of the vehicle.
After he shut it he took off running toward the girls who were walking in the other direction.
"Wait," He hollered out, "Quinn!"
The blonde stopped and faced him, her face full of shock and anger.
When Santana faced him, she was just angry.
"What?" Quinn asked.
Finn sighed as he stopped his run and bent over, a little out of breath, "I..." he shook his head, "I wanna...wanna talk to you."
Quinn rolled her eyes, "I'm not interested."
"I'm," he stood straight up looking right into her eyes, "I'm not with Rachel."
"Well, it's good to know you broke it off." Quinn said sarcastically, "but right now, you're not with me either."
"What? Quinn, I-"
"Look, Finn, just back off." Santana interfered.
"Hey!" Finn snapped at her, "I'm not talking to you."
"Don't talk to her like that!" Quinn defended.
Finn looked at her, "well, this isn't high school anymore-"
"Really? Cause you had me fooled." Quinn retorted.
"God!" Finn growled, "would you just let me explain?"
"Explain what?" Quinn said, "I don't want the details of your relationship with Rachel, okay."
"I'm not with Rachel." Finn replied.
"You shouldn't have been with her in the first place." Santana mumbled.
"Back off!" Finn yelled at her.
"Finn!" Quinn countered.
The boy was glaring at Santana, they were in the middle of a stare-off when he felt something pushing him backward. He broke eye contact with the Latina when he noticed Quinn take his arm and pull him away from the raven haired girl.
"Santana, don't leave." Quinn told her over her shoulder as she pulled her husband along.
When they finally stopped they were around the corner and Santana was no longer visible. "Why are you snapping at her?" Quinn asked, "she didn't do anything wrong."
Finn rolled his eyes, "please? She's been fighting your battles ever since you met her."
Quinn's jaw dropped a moment before she shook her head, "Santana does not fight my battles." She returned, "she's only being a good friend."
"She's never liked me." Finn pointed out.
Quinn shook her head, "that has nothing to do with this, she's tollerated you because she loves me."
"You're always hanging around her." Finn tried once again, "and if something happens you take her side."
Insert Quinn's infamous eyeroll, "I always take your side."
He really didn't know if that was true or not, he's been married longer than he remembers. He then shook his head, "I just want to explain." He told her, "she's getting in the way."
Quinn put her hands on her hips taking her bitch stance he remembered from high school, "you've got five minutes."
He sighed gratefully before he said, "you know how I've been messed up lately?"
Quinn only nodded.
"Like, how I can't remember anything?" Another nod. He shrugged, "well, this is gonna sound really weird, but the reason I can't remember any of this, any of our life together is because I'm not really your husband."
"What?"
He shrugged, "Okay, bad phrase of words, I-I mean, I am your husband, I'm Finn Hudson." He looked at her, she was giving him her raised eyebrow look, "I'm only eighteen." The look Quinn gave him now told him he still hadn't chose the right form to say this.
He sighed once more, "okay, look, Quinn." He looked into her eyes, "do you remember an Evan Knoxin?"
"Evan Knoxin?" She squinted her eyes in thought before saying, "he transferred to McKinley senior year."
"Yes." Finn nodded, "yes, and he just transferred here."
"He's in L.A.?"
The boy shook his head, "no, he just transferred to our school."
"Three minutes." Quinn warned.
Finn nodded, "look, I've been having all these wierd dreams." He looked around a moment before saying, "this is a dream."
"It's not a dr-"
"It is Quinn, and when I wake up from them I'm back in high school, and I'm with Rachel again. That's where Rachel fits in with all of this." He grabbed her hands, "I would never cheat on you, especially not with Rachel." He let out a small laugh, "hell, I don't even talk to Rachel anymore."
Quinn tore her hands out of his, "I still don't understand."
Finn smiled, "it has to be a sign."
"Sign?"
He nodded, "it's telling me that you and I are meant to be together and you shouldn't date Evan."
"Date Evan?" She looked at him oddly, "I would never date Evan, he went to Belleville with me and he's the one who started calling me-"
"Lucy Caboosey." Finn finished, "yeah, I know. But in high school, our senior year, you and Evan made a date at Breadstix."
Quinn still looked at him confusedly, "no." She shook her head, "no we didn-"
"Yes." Finn continued, "you really did, Quinn, I love you and this is meant to be, you and I are meant to be together. When I said I had to break up with Rachel, I meant when I woke up. In high school I had to break up with Rachel in high school so I could get you back."
"We didn't get back together in high school." Quinn said.
She still wasn't getting it. "I know but we will."
"Finn, we're not in high school anymore."
The boy shook his head, "Quinn, God, I know!" He sighed, "this is how it's supposed to be, you and me, but we're not together yet, I'm gonna break up with Rachel, I will, to be with you-"
"This is crazy, you're being crazy." She said, when he tried to say more she held up her hand, "stop." She said, "times up."
Finn looked at her defeated, "wait."
Quinn shook her head, "I-I need to process this." She gestured between the two of them, "if you're telling the truth-"
"I am."
"If you are, then we'll work around this, but I have to go." She said turning back around.
"Quinn."
"I have to go." She repeated once more before she rounded the corner.
When Finn went around the corner he watched Quinn walk away with Santana.
"Hey!" A particularly chiper voice pierced through his ears and woke him up.
He sat up and eyed his girlfriend who was sitting on top of his bed, "hi." He whispered wiping his eyes.
Rachel smiled at him, "what are you doing?" She reached forward and brushed his hair back a little.
Finn yawned, "I was just, I was sleeping."
"Yeah." Rachel said, "I came by to confirm dinner for this Saturday."
"Saturday?"
Rachel nodded once more, her smile never disappearing, "you, Kurt and Blaine, don't you remember?"
Finn only looked at her oddly.
"During lunch?" She questioned.
After a brief thought about it he nodded, "yes." He said, "of course. Saturday, that'll work."
"Great," she patted his knee. "Oh are your mother and Burt going to come along?"
Finn squeezed his eyes shut trying to wake himself up as he nodded, "yeah, probably."
She patted his hip motioning for him to scoot over, as he did so, she climbed into the bed with him. As they leaned back against the wall and Rachel laid her head against his chest all Finn could think about was how it was much more comfortable with Quinn.
It was like she fit there better.
"What do you think about Evan Knoxin?" He asked after a moment.
"The new kid?"
"Yeah."
Rachel sighed a moment before saying, "I don't know, I haven't really held a real conversation with him, although Quinn said he could sing."
"Quinn?"
"Yeah, I ran into her at the grocery store; she was getting milk, and I asked her if he was going to try out for Glee because I noticed them hanging out together during the day. She said she didn't know, but she told me he could sing quite well."
Finn rolled his eyes, of course he can sing!
They sat there for what felt like an hour of silence before Finn said, "hey, how does Breadstix sound tomorrow?"
Rachel sat up and looked at him, "I don't know?" She shrugged, "they do have a bigger vegan selection, I suppose."
Finn nodded.
"And I know you like thier dishes."
"I do." Finn said.
Rachel shrugged, "why not?" She smiled, "Breadstix tomorrow night sounds lovely."
"Great." Finn smiled. "Can't wait."
"Me neither." She slid back down and once more laid her head upon his chest and closed her eyes.
Finn figured she was going to fall asleep, and he refused to fall asleep with her. He might start to dream again, and he didn't know whether he spoke in his sleep or not. So he instead grabbed the remote from his bedside table and turned the TV on. As he turned it on low he looked down at her.
What he was doing was bad.
He knew it was bad.
He didn't want to hurt Rachel. He knew that it was inevitable, but he still didn't want to.
Though he knew now, he was in love with Quinn.
He pointed the remote toward the reciever and turned the volume down, careful not to wake the already sleeping Rachel.
As he watched the show (which he didn't really know the name of) he tried to focus on the pictures ahead of him, but he couldn't, his mind was racing and his eyes were drooping, but he couldn't fight the sleep. It was odd to him, that he could have all of these thoughts inside his mind, all rising about Quinn, and his care about Rachel. The pictures played within the box but the words said by the characters were incoherent.
He ended up closing his eyes, thinking it was just for a split second.
But the second ended up being longer.
He was driving back toward the apartment building, he must have gotten back into the car and started his drive after Quinn had walked away from him.
But as soon as he entered the dream once more he drove all the way to the apartment. Then he quickly made his way back up the stairs and into his room.
"Great, this is just great!" He said harshly to himself.
He hadn't wanted to fall asleep, but he had no idea how to wake himself up.
And there we have that chapter, hope it was worth the longer wait...
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