Last chapter!

I still own nothing.

Day (488)

i won't miss all of the fighting that we always did, take it in, i mean what i say when i say there is nothing left

Finn was sitting on a bench in his favorite spot in the city. Ironically, this was the same bench he and Quinn had christened it as their favorite spot. That seemed like ages ago, when in reality, it had only been a little over a year, three hundred and ninety three days to be exact.

"Finn?"

He looked over his shoulder and there, just a few benches back, was Quinn. She looked different. She had cut her hair short so that it stopped just below her chin, and she was wearing a trench coat and slim black pants instead of her usual dress. But, the biggest change of all was that she was so…happy looking. Sure, she said she'd been happy with him, but right then she looked happier than he'd ever seen her.

"I thought you might be here," Quinn said, coming to sit next to him. "But, I've been coming here ever since you brought me that first time, and I've never seen you. So I had my doubts."

"Congratulations," Finn managed to choke out, nodding to the two rings on her finger when Quinn looked confused.

"I like your suit," Quinn complimented.

"Thanks," Finn replied. "You see, I quit the company, and I just got back from a job interview."

"Oh, that's cool!" Quinn said. "What are you thinking of doing?"

"I'm going to try and become a songwriter," Finn told her. "You know, follow your advice."

"Can you show me what you're working on?" Quinn asked.

"I don't have a pen or paper,"

Quinn reached into her purse and pulled out a Sharpie, handing it over to Finn. "You can use my arm," She said, rolling up her sleeve. Finn bit his lip and uncapped the pen, then started to write as neatly as he could on the inside of Quinn's wrist.

I'm sorry for all the things that I've done/I'm sorry that I made you wanna run/I wish we could start over again/But now you can only be my friend

"That's really good," Quinn said. "What's it called?"

"Start Over," answered Finn.

"Is it about me?"

Finn felt his face flush. "Yes." He paused. "…You should've told me, about your engagement."

Quinn nodded. "I know. But when I was at Holly's wedding he hadn't asked me yet so…" She trailed off.

"But, you were seeing him, right?"

"Oh yeah,"

"Well, then why'd you dance with me?" asked Finn.

"I wanted to," Quinn said simply. "That's why. Friends can dance, right?"

"…This is crazy," Finn said. "Never wanted to be anybody's girlfriend, and suddenly you're somebody's wife."

Quinn laughed. "Weird, I know."

"Why'd you do it?" Finn questioned. "Get married, I mean."

"I just knew," Quinn told him. "Suddenly, it all made sense to me."

"What though?" Finn turned to her and she gave him a small smile.

"Everything that I didn't understand when I was with you,"

For a moment, there was an awkward silence. "You know," Finn said. "I don't think I believe in all that stuff anymore."

"What stuff?" Quinn asked.

"Fate, true love, all that." Finn explained. "It's fantasy, just like you said that night at the karaoke bar."

"No," Quinn shook her head. "No, it's not."

Finn's eyebrow shot up. "What changed your cynical view?"

"Well," Quinn began. "I think it's because one day I was just sitting in a restaurant reading and munching on a bagel, when this cute comic book artist from Kentucky walks up and asks me about it. And now he's my husband."

"So?" Finn asked.

"So, what if I had gone somewhere else to get lunch?" Quinn said, looking out. "What if I'd gotten stuck in traffic? There's no way to describe it other than fate. I was meant to talk to him that day in the deli, I was meant to marry him. That's how it's supposed to be. You were right all along, Finn. I did thing 'Gee, Finn was right' after all." She sighed and for a little bit they just watched the sunset. He reached out and squeezed her hand, her rings making a print on his palm. Once it was over the sky began to get dark, Quinn stood up. "I have to go; I'm meeting my husband for dinner. But it was great seeing you," She hugged Finn and smiled at him, and then she started to walk away.

"Quinn," Finn called after her. She stopped and turned around, the light catching her ring. "I'm glad that you're happy." He said.

She smiled. "Me too. Goodbye, Finn." Then, she turned around and walked away. Finn never saw Quinn Fabray-Evans again.

But that doesn't mean he forgot her.

And so Quinn gets with Sam. Epilogue will be up shortly. If you have any strong opinions about who Finn should end up with, tell me. Because there's really only one person left I can put him with...so, I will create an OC if any of you have a strong opinion.