Quinn was sitting on Finn's bed, doing her homework while waiting for Finn to come home from football practice. She heard the door open downstairs. She couldn't stop the smile creep up on her face as she heard the jingle of the keys as the metal hit the glass bowl beside the door. Finn was home. It's funny how she had immediately started calling Finn's house her home, because honestly, it felt more like her home than her actual house did. Maybe it was also because she felt like she could be herself around his mom. She could wear actual clothes instead of the baggy things she used to wear in attempt to hide her baby bump from her parents. Quinn closed her binder and placed it on chest of drawers. She went down the stairs, waiting to see Finn's tall figure emerge from kitchen, chugging orange juice or water.

She stepped inside the kitchen, "Honey, can you please take out the trash? I told you yesterday and you still haven't done it". That wasn't Finn. It was Finn's mom, Carole. Carole turned around, looking surprised to see Quinn there and not Finn. "Sorry, I thought you were Finn sweetie", she continued, "Where's Finn? Is he upstairs?".

Quinn looked at the clock above the sink, it was 7.30. "No. I thought you were him. I'm guessing he's still at practice" Quinn laughed nervously, trying to hide the worry that was rising through her body. Where was he?

Carole's eyes knotted in confusion, "it's 7.30. He would usually be home by now".

Quinn ran to the dining table and dialed Finn's number. She heard the steady ring before the line was disconnected. "He's not answering" she called back to Carole, as she tried his number again. The ringing sounded again before she was disconnected. She slowly walked back into the kitchen, feeling panic constrict her lungs. Her chest was rising rapidly, the panic over taking her. Quinn crossed her arms over her chest, trying to calm herself down.

Carole walked out of the kitchen, and pulled her into a hug, murmuring "He's fine. He's probably in traffic or practice was held for longer". Quinn wrapped her arms around Carole. She'd never done this with her mother. When Quinn was worried about something her mother would be encouraging, give her a boost of confidence, but never actually hugged or kissed her. A few tears leaked out of her eyes as she knew that her boyfriend's mom was acting more like a mom to her than her own had in her entire life.

The minutes passed slowly, as she busied herself with helping Carole prepare dinner, which was usually larger on practice and game nights than normal nights. Before she could cut the bread she heard the sound of a key fitting through a door. She put down the knife before wrapping her arms around Finn as he walked through the door. Finn put his arms around her waist and pecked her on the cheek.

"Where were you?" she choked out before she started to cry. Damn pregnancy hormones.

He bent down to look at her, and exclaimed, "Are you crying? Practice got held up, that's all. Please don't cry. It's okay". She was sure Carole was watching them, waiting for them to eat, but she didn't let go of Finn. "Quinn" he finally said. "Yes" she whispered. "I want to stay like this forever, believe me, but I'm starving". Almost as a response his stomach gurgled. She chuckled, as he wiped her tears away.

Quinn unwrapped her arms from Finn and walked towards the kitchen, surprised that he was walking slower than she was. "What's wrong?" she asked him, walking back towards him.

He quickly looked up, wincing, "What? Nothing…" as he tried to smile, attempting to look carefree. He walked past her abruptly and thudded up the stairs, leaving Quinn completely confused.

Quinn knew by the way he ran up the stairs that something was wrong. She knew that something was bothering him, just by the look in his eyes. Forgetting about dinner, Quinn crept up the stairs, hoping that they wouldn't creak. She heard the sound of the faucet being turned on, and immediately turned for the bathroom, looking through the gap between the door. She saw Finn, holding the cool relief patches that she'd used when she'd pulled her hamstring. He took off his shirt, at first she thought it was the shadows, casting a weird lighting on his back. Then she saw bruises. Varying from large to larger across his back. She opened the door slightly, just wide enough to fit through and slipped inside.

"What's with your back?" she whispered.

He whipped around, pulling his shirt on nervously. "Nothing" he said, laughing.

She moved forward, yanking his shirt scoffed, "Nothing?" as she lightly traced the bruises, "Was this why you were late?"She turned around to face him. He didn't even look into her eyes. "Finn… Please…" she pleaded with him.

"I got tackled from our linebacker… No big deal. I'm fine" he said, fake-grinning. She gave him a venomous look and he quickly became quiet, knowing that he was in trouble. She shook her head as she plastered another patch on his shoulder. "Thanks" he mumbled, looking down. But she didn't wait for the rest of the conversation, she ran back into his room, shutting the door behind her.

Quinn looked at his room. The western wallpaper, the untidy desk, the drum kit, the basketball, the football helmet. Everything in here was Finn. She sat down on the bed, ignoring Finn's protests to open the door. Then the door opened softly, then squeaked as he closed it. She didn't even know how he got in, he probably had a spare key. He sat down on the bed, trying to make eye- contact with her. He held her hand, she was contemplating whether to let go. But even though she wanted to, she couldn't, because though it was a small piece of Finn, she never wanted to let go. Without warning she burst into tears, something she did a lot lately. Then he held her close, she relaxed into his embrace, wondering what she'd done to deserve him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she said, lying her head on his uninjured shoulder, still crying.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "I don't know why you're-" He stopped then, noticing the look on her face. He sighed "I didn't want to worry you".

He didn't want to worry me… What did I ever do to deserve him? "Finn… You have to tell me, what if those bruises were there because you broke something…"

Finn gave her a withering look, "They're not. I know how much stress you've been under lately. It's not good for you. Or the baby". His eyes flickered to her growing belly. She looked up at him, searching into his eyes. She managed to stop the smile that was threatening to creep up on her face. He loved her, and the baby. It was obvious. She lowered her gaze and intertwined her hand with his. They lay back on the bed together, Quinn rested her head onto his shoulder. And he kissed her. Softly. She smiled as she tucked her head underneath his chin, wondering how they were going to get past this. But it didn't matter how many times he said it. She believed it was going to be okay. Because he believed it was going to be okay. She looked up to his face and noticed he had fallen asleep.

Quinn spent the rest of the night watching Finn as he slept. He would often mumble intelligible things and knot his eyebrows together, she liked the way his eyes would quiver sometimes, and when he would smile, he would hold her hand tighter. She got up slowly, reaching for the blanket as she pulled it over them. Feeling exhausted after her panic attack before. Why did I have a panic attack? Then she opened her eyes in realization, smiling. Because I love him. He was her home and she was his. She felt safe with him. And loved. Quinn slowly closed her eyes, thinking that her life wasn't as horrible as she thought it was, her hand still intertwined with Finn's.

Never letting go for the entire night.

Hey guys :)That was my sappy chapter. I know it wasn't very good, but what can you do? I really wanted to do a scene when they were at his house and just being a sweet couple because even though Quinn was living with Finn, Glee never showed any interaction between these guys at home, which I, personally, thought was weird. Moving on, the next chapters big (Yay :D) about 3,000 words. It is another at home scene except with a bit of yelling involved, and a cute bit at the end :) I swear this couple is going to be the end of me. Umm... that's it, i think. Please review, and hope you have a great weekend.

I love you guys

P.S This chapter was set when Quinn first moved in :)

P.S.S Does anyone else love I need a doctor by Skylar Grey, Eminem & Dr. Dre? It kinda goes with the story in a weird way...