Finn's sitting at the dining room table as Quinn is sitting on the couch watching tv, both in their pajamas. He's writing in his notebook.
My heart feels broken
Teared
Shattered
I walk towards the light
Finn stares at Quinn. Quinn looks up from the tv and smile at him, in which Finn smiles back and continues writing.
All I see is you
Finn glances at Quinn quickly, smiling a little.
Suddenly, my heart is whole again...
The day before the funeral was seemingly uneventful for Finn and Quinn. Finn worked at the garage and Quinn decided to get her nails done at Santana's salon.
"How's living with Finnocence?" Santana asked in a sly tone, as if she knew something. She continued doing Quinn's nails and Quinn smiled.
"It's only been one night, so I can't go off much, but it's been great" Quinn said, happily.
"So, when are you two gonna admit you still have feelings for eachother?" Santana asked. Quinn jerked her head up to Santana, kinda taken back by this question. Santana stopped doing her nails for a minute and looked at Quinn. "Come on, I know you two do. Quinn Fabray wouldn't do what you're doing for him for just anyone" Santana said, matter of factly. Before Quinn could answer, Santanas mouth dropped, lookking at the door. Quinn turned around and saw the one and only, Rachel Berry. The three stared at eachother for a moment, until Rachel started walking towards them.
"Oh, hey guys" Rachel said, kinda awkwardly, but still happily.
"Berry, welcome to my place" Santana said proudly. Rachel looked around for a second and smiled.
"I love it" Rachel said, smiling. Quinn just sat there, awkwardly, remembering the last time she saw the brunette was when she was in Finn's arms.
"I got the part of my dreams!" Rachel exclaimed excitedly.
"Fannie Brice" Quinn and Santana, both stated. Rachel gave them a confused look.
"That's been your dream since high school, Rachel" Santana said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. The three, mostly Santana and Rachel, continued talking for a few short minutes.
"Well, I have to get my hair trimmed. Would you guys like to go out for coffee when I'm done?" Rachel asked, as she checked the time. Before Quinn could make up and excuse, Santana chimmed in.
"We'd love too!" Santana exclaimed, in a fake excited tone, smiling at Quinn and Rachel. Rachel squealed excitedly as Quinn smiled nervously.
"Great! We can catch up!" Rachel excitedly said, mostly looking at Quinn. With that, Rachel walked away into a seat, chattering away to the salonist.
"San!" Quinn whispered, in an angry voice. Santana laughed silently as she started on Quinn's nails again. "It's not funny! She thinks there's something going on with Finn and I!" Quinn whispered, again. A hint of anger and nervousness was in her voice.
"Stop shaking" Santana demanded, leaning her head down more towards Quinn's nails. Quinn sighed. She was stuck going to coffee with a girl who thought she was sleeping with her ex fiance.
Santana finished Quinn's nails just as Rachel was walking up to them.
"You guys ready?" Rachel asked, clutching onto her purse. Santana chuckled softly as she and Quinn got up, grabbing their things.
"Oh you betcha! Come on, we'll go to the place next door" Santana said, as the three walked out. The walk was only about 30 seconds and they ordered their coffees and sat down.
"So, when's the first show?" Santana asked after they all got settled in. Rachel smiled from ear to ear.
"Not this Saturday, but next. I'm nervous, but excited" Rachel stated, as she took a sip of her coffee.
"Oh maybe we'll make an appearance, huh, Q?" Santana said, looking at Quinn. Quinn gulped quietly.
"Maybe" Quinn said, smiling at Rachel. Quinn was totally using her fake smile. Rachel smiled back at Quinn and they held eye contact for a second, before Rachel spoke up.
"How's the internship going, Quinn?" Rachel asked, forcing a smile. 'I'm a bitch too, Berry. I know when someones trying to be a bitch and force a smile' Quinn thought.
"Fantastic. I love it" Quinn stated, taking a sip of her drink. The three continued to talk for a little bit, Quinn still feeling uneasy about the situation she was in.
"I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back" Santana said as she got up, leaving Quinn alone with Rachel. They smiled awkwardly at eachother.
"I know this is awkward because you're with Finn now, but-"
"Rachel, I'm not with Finn. There's nothing romantic going on between us" Quinn said, in a bitchy stern voice. She couldn't help but feel a sting when she said there was nothing going on.
"I'm not stupid, Quinn. Listen though, he isn't the guy he was before. At all. He's alot harder to deal with and if I couldn't save him, no one can" Rachel said, rolling her eyes.
"Maybe you are stupid if you think that" Quinn said, without thinking. Quinn instantly regretted saying that, because it came out a little harsher than she had hoped. With that, Rachel stood up.
"It was nice seeing you, Quinn. Tell Santana I say bye" Rachel said, as she walked out of the coffee shop, obviously pissed off. Quinn sat there, sipping her coffee. She saw Santana walk out of the bathroom, scrunching her eyebrows.
"Where'd man hands go?" Santana asked, seriously, as she sat down and looked around. Quinn told her what had happened and instead of Santana telling her that it wasn't right what she had done, she burst out laughing.
"It seems like Berry brings out bitchy Quinn!" Santana stated, still laughing. Quinn rolled her eyes and the two talked until Santana had to leave to go back to work.
The Shop
Finn looked at the time and groaned. One more hour until he could go home and see Quinn, which, in his opinion, was too long. His phone started ringing and he sighed when he saw who it was.
"What's up, Rach?" Finn asked, obviously annoyed. Not at the fact that she called him, but just with work in general.
"Your girlfriend just made an idiot out of me!" Rachel yelled through the phone. Finn jumped a little at her harsh tone.
"Whoa, what? Whose my girlfriend?" Finn asked, confused.
"Do you both think I'm stupid?! Quinn! Lucy Quinn Fabray!" Rachel yelled, even more angry now.
"She's not my girlfriend, Rach, how many times do I have to explain that to you?" Finn said, sighing. He was being surprisingly cool and calm. Rachel told him what had happened at the coffee shop and Finn chuckled.
"I fail to see what's so funny about this, Finn!" Rachel yelled.
"She's right though. Nothing romantic is going on" Finn said, shrugging her shoulders. "Rach? Hello?" he asked, confused. He shrugged when he realized she had hung up and sent Quinn a text.
Finn-Heard what happened with Rachel. Damn. Cat fight :P
Finn chuckled and went back to work. Five minutes later, he felt his phone buzz and it was Quinn.
Quinn-Barely. It was like 20 seconds!
He laughed even more. He knew Rachel probably over exaggerated it all. He just couldn't wait to go home and see Quinn though.
Blaine and Kurts
Rachel stormed into the apartment, throwing her purse on the couch. She was surprised that Quinn actually had the nerve to call her stupid. She let out a grunt as she walked into the kitchen, where Kurt was.
"Rach, what's wrong?" Kurt asked, as he stirred his soup. Rachel then told him everything and Kurt just stayed silent.
"Say something!" Rachel pleaded, looking at her best friend.
"Listen, Rachel..You can't try to pry into their personal lives" Kurt said, shaking his head, still stirring his soup. Rachel's face turned from angry, to a little more soft. He was right. She was just over reacting. It wasn't her business.
"I'm gonna go call Brody.." Rachel stated, walking out of the room and into hers.
Finns
Finn came home to Quinn on her laptop, with glasses on. Glasses?
"Hey nerd" Finn said, jokingly as he walked into the apartment and kissed the top of Quinn's head. He had to admit to himself though, she did look pretty sexy in glasses. Like, a sexy teacher or something...
"Shut up, I only use them when I'm writing" Quinn said, still typing. She looked very into what she was writing.
"Whatcha writing?" Finn asked, as he jumped over the couch and sat down, waiting for her answer.
"An article" Quinn stated, softly, as she continued typing.
"What's the article about?" Finn asked, wanting to annoy her a little.
"The economy" Quinn answered, a little annoyed, as she continued talking.
"What about the economy?" Finn asked, holding back his chuckle.
"Finn. Please" Quinn said, shaking her head, still typing and paying attention to the computer. Finn chuckled and decided to go take a shower. When he got into the shower, he started thinking about Quinn. And her glasses. He reached down and touched his penis. He put his head back and couldn't get the image of Quinn in glasses out of his head.
Then, he started thinking about fucking Quinn. With her glasses on. He slowly pumped his penis, thinking of Quinn's mouth on it. He thought of her beautiful eyes looking up at him. He started pumping his penis harder. Then he started thinking of Quinn climbing on top of him, lining her vagina up to his penis and sitting on it. He started going harder, his head back and his eyes closed. In his mind, she was moving her body, with his penis inside of her. He closed his eyes harder as he thought of her looking down at him, with her glasses on.
"Quinn..." He softly moaned out. In his head, she was riding him. Picking up the past and her small, but beautiful, breasts were bouncing.
"Fuck, Quinn.." He moaned out again. He cummed and right when he did, he instantly felt guilty. He was kind of nervous about walking out of the bathroom and looking at her. Would she know I just got off thinking about her? He thought nervously. He finished his shower, dreading the thought of looking into her eyes. When he got out of the shower, he went straight to their shared room. He quickly changed into basketball shorts and a tshirt, figuring he could just go to bed in them. He walked out of his room and into the living room, with his hair still wet, and saw Quinn in the same exact position that he left her. He chuckled a little.
"What?" Quinn asked, looking up at him. Finn shook his head.
"Nothing. You just look really into whatever you're typing" Finn said, still chuckling. She softly smiled and went back to typing.
If only she knew, he thought.
Come on, there had to be a little Quinn and Rachel confrontation. Next chapter, expect some heavy Fuinn;) PLEASE REVIEW.