March 25th, 2024
It had been a little over a month since Quinn's world came crashing around her. She still struggled with the day to day routine. She had tried to go back to work full time, but she soon discovered she wasn't able to do that. Quinn went part time and spent the rest of the time trying to unbaby proof her home. She had no desire about trying again. Frankly she wasn't sure if her body could handle another pregnancy.
"I got you an extra large ice mocha." Tina said walking into the house. Quinn smiled weakly.
"Thanks. I need one badly." She settled down at the counter as Tina put a bag on it.
"I got a few trashy magazines for you too." Tina said looking at her best friend. She desperately wanted to ask her how she was holding up, but She knew Quinn hated when people did that. "Rachel is in one of them and she looks horrible."
"Oooh. I must see." Quinn opened the bag and pulled out the magazines. On the front covered on the side bar, There sat Rachel looking like she weight about ninety-eight pounds. "Wow…"
"That's what I said." Tina said leaning over the counter. "They think she's on drugs."
"That's ridiculous. She'd never take drugs." Quinn rolled her eyes temporarily forget all of her sorrows, "At least, I cannot imagine the Rachel we went to high school taking drugs."
"Well, times change I guess." Tina shrugged as she sipped her own Latte. Caffeine goodness.
"They certainly do." Quinn sighed as she heard the front door open. "Look who is home." Finn walked into the kitchen and smiled at Tina.
"Hey." He said.
"Hey." Tina looked at Quinn. She already looked angry. This wasn't a good sign and Tina already wanted to go home to her men.
"Nice of you to stop by." Quinn said crossing her arms. Finn looked at his wife.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked.
"You come and go as you please. I haven't seen you in two days. It's getting ridiculous, Finn." Quinn said ready for a battle.
"I'm sorry, but I've been with my brother and babysitting my niece." He said. Quinn laughed.
"You do realize you cannot replace Patrick with Eliza right?" She laughed. Finn stared at her shocked as Tina stood up.
"Maybe I should go. I have a lot of things to do at home." She said. "Phil hasn't been feeling too well."
"No. I want you to stay. Sit." Quinn snapped. Tina sat down with wide eyes, shocked.
"Don't take it out on her, Quinn." Finn sighed opening up the fridge, "Sorry I haven't been home, but you haven't exactly made my home a very welcoming place to be. Frankly, you've been a royal bitch." Quinn's chest tightened as she stared at him. Tears began to fill her eyes.
"I cannot believe you…" She whispered.
"I'm really going to go." Tina said grabbing her purse, "If you need anything, Quinn, please give me a call." Tina kissed Quinn's cheek and looked at Finn, "Be careful with your words, Hudson." They watched Tina leave and Quinn stood up.
"I'm not being a bitch, Finn. You're being a complete asshole." She said, "You're the one who have been distant and pushing me away."
"WHAT!" Finn snapped. "I have not been pushing you away! I've been trying to communication with you, but you have been ignoring me. I told you I was staying at Kurt's and you didn't even blink your eyes."
"Well forgive me for needing to self reflect." She said.
"See, you're admitting you were ignoring me." Finn shook his head as he tried to leave the kitchen.
"Where the hell are you going! We're talking!" Quinn grabbed his arm, but he snapped it away.
"Don't touch me!" Finn hissed, "Don't ever touch me again." Quinn stared at him as the tears began to flow stepping in front of him.
"You don't want your wife to touch you?" She whispered. Finn sighed running his hands over his face.
"Let me leave the kitchen, Quinn, please." He said as he tried to stay calm.
"No!" Quinn sobbed, "What happened to us?"
"Us died last month." Finn said trying not to cry himself, "And don't you dare say I'm replacing OUR SON with Eliza. I love Patrick with all of my heart. I want to grieve him properly, but you're not letting me do it. You're not grieving him either."
"What? You think I'm not grieving him?" Quinn cried, "Every second, every moment I grieve him."
"How am I supposed to know that when you don't tell me?" Finn asked, "We should grieve together. We should tell each other how we feel."
"I need to do it by myself." Quinn told him. Finn growled with complete frustration.
"That is exactly what I'm talking about, Quinn!" Finn snapped, "You're being ridiculous. This whole thing isn't all about you. Don't you think I need my wife to hold me every once and awhile."
"You weren't the one who had to give birth to your dead child. You have no idea how I'm feeling." Quinn said. The tears finally began to slid down Finn's cheek.
"I was there too, Quinn. I had to say goodbye to my dreams too." He said, "I just want you to hold me."
"I can't when you don't understand me." She said.
"See? You're being a bitch!" He snapped. Quinn laughed out of frustration. "Let me leave, Quinn."
"I want you to stay here, Finn." She pleaded with him, "Please stay here tonight."
"I'm going to my dad's tonight." He said.
"No! Stay here!" Quinn cried, "Please!"
"Get out of my way, Quinn!" Finn snapped.
"NO! Stop running away!" She yelled. Finn grabbed her by her tiny shoulders and pushed her out of the way maybe a little more rough than he meant to. Quinn stumbled into the wall and began to cry harder. Quinn slid to the ground in a heap of tears, "Pl-Please, Finn." Finn looked at his wife on the ground crying. He thought for a moment he should go over to her, but frankly he didn't want to. He just walked out the front door.
Finn sat at his father's kitchen table staring at the plastic bananas in front of him. Burt sat across of him waiting for him to speak. He knew something was up more than usual. Finn looked up.
"I pushed her." he said.
"Huh? Pushed who?" Burt asked.
"Quinn. We were having a huge fight. I was trying to leave and she wouldn't move. I asked her to move." a single tear slid down his cheek, "She just wouldn't move so I pushed her out of the way. I…I cant believe I did that…" Burt licked his lips.
"I'm sure you didn't mean it." he said.
"That's what the wife beater always says. Next thing I know I'll be punching her in the face." Finn said.
"Oh stop it. You're not going to become a wife beater Finn." Burt said, "your mother raised you better than that. You and Quinn have been going through a difficult time. Things got heated."
"I honestly didn't mean to do it." Finn said.
"I know it. And she knows it." Burt said.
"She's being ridiculous though." Finn said, "She's asking for help, but She won't let me help her. I don't know what else to do, Dad. I really don't know what else to do. I feel like my life is falling apart."
"Just be there, Son. Deep down she knows you're there and she'll come to you when she figures it out." Burt told him. Finn shook her head.
"I don't know if I have the strength to wait for her." He said.
"You don't mean that." Burt said. Finn sighed as he leaned back in his chair. He wasn't sure what he meant anymore.
"Can I stay the night? I think I've worn out my welcome at Kurt's." Finn said.
"If you want to stay here, you can." Burt said as he got up, "But I think you should spend the night in your own home."
"I can't tonight." Finn said. He got up from the couch and went upstairs to Kurt's old room. Finn felt like the worse human being in the world right now. Maybe his depression was starting to kick in, but he thought that if the world opened up and swallowed him, that'd be the best thing. He didn't know where his relationship with Quinn was going, but he knew he just want her to listen to him. He wanted her to show some concern about his grief. He just wanted his old life back.
