Author's Note: The Fuinn part of this chapter got away from me, so I had to split this into two parts. Also, I know at the beginning I said each chapter would alternate POVs, but when I was writing this just came out as Finn's POV, so I kept it that way.

I know some of you in your reviews talked about wanting a Fina engagement and how cute they were, so I hate bringing in the angst, but remember they're nearly on different coasts and attending different colleges, and most importantly no relationship is perfect; as cute as it may be.

So just, like, don't hate me, okay.

~*~Chapter Nine: Feels Like Tonight, Part One~*~

Day 80

And it feels like tonight/Can't believe I'm broken inside

"Feels Like Tonight" - by Daughtry

Finn's POV -

When my phone buzzed, I thought for sure it was Tina texting me that her plane had landed at Lima Allen County, but instead it was Quinn. Blinking repeatedly, I looked at my phone like the text was in another language like Alaskan or something.

Why was Quinn texting me? And since when was she, like, even back in town, anyway? She was supposed to be in Boston with Artie, wasn't she?

"Kurt!" I called out from my spot on the couch.

"Must you shout my name all over this house like I am your majordomo?" The smaller boy appeared in the living room's doorway, hands on his hips and eyes narrowed.

"Huh? What are you talking about? Did you like join the Army and forget to tell me, dude? Or did you tell me and I just forgot?"

Shaking his head sadly, he said, "I don't know if I should be amazed or absolutely terrified by the fact that you're serious about whether I joined the Army and didn't tell you or I did tell you and you forgot. Now, before I start moisturizing routine has begun, there is no turning back."

"Uh..." I scratched my head, totally confused by all the words Kurt used. "Um, did you like know Quinn was back in town? Cause like when did that happen? Are we having some glee reunion thingy and nobody told me? Cause why didn't anybody tell me? That is so not cool!"

"Again," Kurt emphasized. "You amaze and terrify me at the same time, and that is quite the feat, I must say. Honestly, I thought only Puckerman could manage that combination of horror, but in the act of full disclosure, his crude observations and non-existent hygiene habits just makes him terrify me. But to answer both of your questions; no, I was not made aware of Quinn's return, and I am positive, it has nothing to do with the non-existent glee reunion you were not informed of."

"Oh." I blinked. "Okay, cool."

When Kurt walked out of the room, I went back to staring at my phone, wishing he was kind of psychic like Rachel always said she was so he could tell me why Quinn would be texting me. It's not like we talked a lot since graduation and stuff.

My phone buzzed again and I wasn't surprised to get an angry text from her. Sighing, I got up from the couch and yelled, "Hey, Kurt, if like Tina shows up, just let her in, okay? I told her I'd pick her up from the airport, but she's not into that chiv-a-chivalri...You know that gentleman stuff Burt's always talking about; cause you know she's all about being a righteous blade of equality and stuff."

"Was it not less than five minutes ago, I told you to stop shouting at me as if I were at your beck and call?"

"Dude," I said my eyes going wide at the green goopy stuff he had all over his face. "You've got a whole bunch of stuff on your face; you might want to clean that off so you don't scare, Tina. Cause if you scared her that would really suck for me and you too, since you know you guys are friends and all."

"Just go see what Quinn wants. I do not have time for your shenanigans right now. Wrinkles I am not meant to have, ever, are already forming, thanks to you, you big dummy."

"What?"

"Ugh!" He groaned in frustration before a sickly sweet smile came to his face. "Yes, Finn, I will be sure to let Tina into the house should she appear on the doorstep. Don't worry; I wouldn't dare keep your girlfriend and my friend out in the cold."

"Thanks, buddy. You're an awesome little bro; even if I can't understand half the words you use and you take forever in the bathroom."

"I'm two months older than you, nitwit." The countertenor muttered as he walked back downstairs to his bathroom.

It was hard to explain the nervous feeling I got in the pit of my stomach as I walked to the park, but I guess – you know, to be honest and stuff – something about Quinn always made me feel like this. For someone so pretty and delicate looking, she could be really intimidating. And yeah, as a duded, maybe I should have never been intimidated by her in the first place, but it was hard not to be. Her stare downs and glares – the die where you stand ones – had sent senior Cheerios running and sobbing in the other direction back when she was a freshman.

Stuffing my hands into the pockets of the puffy vest I was wearing, I approached her slowly like she was some kind of wild animal and could attack at any minute.

"God," She remarked, marching toward me in this angry way. "You don't have to be afraid, Finn. I'm not Santana. I don't need something warm underneath me to digest my food properly!"

"Sorry." I mumbled, looking at my feet instead of her.

After a minute or so, I lifted my head to see her light green eyes narrowing and her lips pursing as she sort of studied me, I guess. Then she shook her head, silken blonde waves falling around her delicate shoulders. "You really haven't changed, have you? You still act as if I'm going to berate you for something, anything just because I can, and you're still wearing those hideous puffy vests that make you look like an overgrown child."

"Is that why you texted me? So you could tell me all of that? Cause, seriously, you shouldn't have wasted the minutes on your phone or whatever."

She sighed as she rolled her eyes and I could see she was fighting hard not to make some nasty remark, but in like a second something changed; it was like this flicker in her light green eyes as they got big and vulnerable and how her whole body tensed before slumping, and then her pretty features weren't scowling and looking all annoyed anymore.

Suddenly, I was totally confused.

"Why did you fall in love with me?"

Okay, now I was even more confused than before.

Blinking at her, I cocked my head as my eyebrows knitted together. "What? Why are you asking me that? Not that you can't tell or whatever, but I'm seriously confused right now. Is this one of those weird TV shows where like all my ex's are gonna show up and I'm going to have to talk about them? You know like when The Bachelor does the "Bachelor Tells All" special thingy? Which I only know about because Kurt roped me into watching it during junior year and stuff."

I added that last part, cause yeah, like I was admitting I actually kinda sort of – okay, that I really liked – The Bachelor.

"Finn, can you please focus? Don't worry about Rachel popping up out of nowhere – considering – she is your only other ex-girlfriend besides me. Unless," She made the word sound longer as she arched a perfectly tweezed blonde brow, slowly. "You're telling me that you and Tina broke up?"

"No!" I sputtered, sounding a lot more defensive than I expected. "That's not what I'm saying. Tina and I are still together, but does any of this – your texting, being here and whatever – have to do with you wanting to know why I fell in love with you?"

Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip and her eyes fluttered away from mine, but I could see them getting this glassy look and my stomach twisted up; she was going to cry, I just knew it. Her delicate frame was shaking slightly and these strained hiccuping kind of noises were escaping her mouth now.

It was never not going to be weird to see Quinn cry.

Crying was just something she didn't do. She had this hard shell around her and she wouldn't let anyone see it crack, and yeah, she had cried in front of me before and stuff, but it always seemed like it was the last thing she wanted to do or something; like she had no choice and she just couldn't hold it in anymore.

Swallowing thickly, I put my hand on her shoulder and I wasn't surprised by her wrenching away from me like she had been burned or something. Sighing, I told her, "You don't have to look away; I've seen you cry before, Q."

"Tell me why you fell in love with me." Her voice was breaking, sobs she was desperately trying to hold back were coming through anyway and a lone tear trickled down her perfectly sloped cheek when she turned to face me, lips quivering. "Please."

"Why?" I pressed, still confused about why she wanted to know. It had been so long since we were together the second time, forget the first.

"I..." Her breathing was tight and uncomfortable as she struggled to talk. "Artie and I had a fight; our first fight and it hurts so much. I've never felt like this before. I hate whatever this feeling is, and I want it to go away, but it's not going to go away because it's over! Artie and I are over! He was telling me how there was this other side to me, how I'm not just vindictive, conniving, calculating and deceitful." She bit out each word as her body shook. "Then I asked him if he wanted me to pretend to be someone I'm not so we could be together and he said no, but I could see it in his eyes; he wants me to be different. He wants..."

"Why don't you just breathe, okay?" My eyes were wide as I steadied her shaking body with my hands on her shoulders. Seeing her like this was really freaking me out.

"The whole reason we're in Lima right now is because he wants me to try and be friends with Tina. That why he was trying to tell me there was this whole other – better – side to me. He knows I was never going to be friends with Rachel, even if you two had stayed together after junior year and she didn't end up with Sam, but he thinks things could be different with Tina. But why would I want to be friends with her in the first place? So we could compare notes about the two of you? Please." She scoffed, swiping at her tear filled eyes.

"It's ridiculous to think that we could be friends. But of course he didn't seem to think so and we fought and now I'm left with this feeling that I hate and I want to go away, and thinking someone is only going to love me in spite of how I am, so that's why I texted you. I had to know why you fell in love with me."

Okay, so I didn't know what to expect – like, at all – from Q's text, but this – telling her why I fell in love with her – was like, the last thing I thought she was going to ask me or whatever.

My head was spinning in a way that made me think I was gonna throw up.

Looking at her now, it wasn't hard to remember why I fell for her. Even with her puffy eyes, tear-stained cheeks, glassy eyes and her delicate body shaking. Easily, I tucked several strands of her silken blonde hair behind her ear and I smiled softly at her.

"Artie fell in love with you for the same reasons I did, Q. You're smart, you're strong – like next to Kurt – you're probably the strongest person I know, you're dedicated, you don't take anything from anyone, you know what you want and you'll do whatever it takes to get it. Sure, you might not be the nicest when you do that and yeah, you'll step on someone if you have to, but that doesn't make you a bad person. I bet Rachel's doing that on Broadway right now."

She sniffled, but her eyes were warm like she was really laughing and that made my smile grow wider. "Artie's not telling you to be someone you're not, okay? And I don't think he called you all those big words that mean you're a bitch or you're bad or whatever just because he said there's another side to you. He's telling you to be exactly who you are and just let the Q that not everyone gets to see out, once in awhile. There's nothing wrong with that, you know."

Her lips quirked briefly. "If he had said it like that maybe we wouldn't have fought."

"Maybe if you had listened when he tried to explain, you wouldn't have fought." I teased.

"Thank you." She murmured, her fingers reaching up to touch my cheek. "You know how I told you that you hadn't changed and I made it sound bad? Maybe I was a little too hard on you about that because you can still make me feel better, and I never want that to change, Finn."

"There you are!" The sound of Tina's relieved voice made Quinn and I snap our heads to the left. "Kurt was starting to freak out and kept babbling about your Mom and his Dad would take away his McQueen collection if you got lost..." Her voice trailed off and she muttered lowly. "Oh," while her eyes went wide at the sight of Quinn.

"He didn't say you were with..." She swallowed as she rocked back and forth, looking nervous and shy like she did when we were all in high school while she fiddled with her hands. "Quinn."

"Kurt was freaking out that I might get lost?" I asked in disbelief. "Seriously! I'm not five! I totally would have made it back once Q and I finished talking!"

"I'll let him know that you're okay and can make it home on your own..."

"Wait, you're leaving?" I blinked and scratched my head in confusion. "Why are you leaving? You don't have to go, Tina, it's not like I'm going to be talking to Q that much longer."

"Because that's just what I want to do, Finn, stand here awkwardly as you talk to Q," She said Quinn's nickname with clenched teeth as her eyes narrowed and I only became more confused. "It would just be better if I left. Obviously, this conversation – whatever it's about – is important, so go ahead and talk; I don't want to interrupt any more than I already have."

"Tina!" I shouted, after she turned on her heel and began walking back to the entrance of the park. "Tina, come back! Can you just, like, slow down? If you don't I'm gonna, like, fall flat on my face or get my legs all tangled up or something!"

Chasing after her – despite her legs being way shorter than mine – proved to be really hard, and I gave up, eventually; unsure of why exactly she was mad and basically running away from me.

I felt Q's hand on my forearm and I jerked away from her. My brow furrowed and my lips set into a frown as I faced her, frustrated about what just happened. "Why does this always happen? Why is it that everyone always thinks – whenever we're alone or whatever – that we're getting back together or something? I don't want you anymore, and you don't want me either!"

"Because that's the way these things go, Finn." She sounded defeated because I didn't understand. "You were my first love and I was yours; it's natural for anyone who's known us since high school to assume that's what we talk about – our relationship – whenever we're alone. After all, what else would we talk about? Glee club? Football? The Cheerios? I know you're not that naïve."

"Maybe I am that ni-ni...Whatever it is you said," I huffed as I ran my fingers through my hair. "Because the last thing I want to talk to you about is what happened between us; how you lied, cheated on me with my best friend and made me think I was going to be a Dad to baby Driz...I mean, Beth. Like, seriously, why would I want to talk about that?"

Groaning, I kicked a random patch of grass and I could feel the beginnings of tears burning at my eyes as I shut them tightly. Wiping at them roughly, I looked at Q and said quietly, "You should go find Artie. I have to figure out just how I'm gonna make Tina believe that I don't want you, and I have to do that alone."

"Finn..." Quinn started to say, voice soft and melodic in that way where she wanted me to believe whatever she was saying, but I cut her off. "You need to go, okay? We've both got our own stuff to work out; cause I really need to fix this with Tina. I can't lose her. I really love her, like a lot. Like more than I ever loved anyone. This is real; like it is with you and Artie."

"Are you serious?" Her big doe eyes blinked in disbelief, but I didn't care. "You love her more than you've ever loved anyone? Already? How can you say that? You've barely..."

"Because it's true!" I shouted. "That's how I can say that I love Tina more than I've ever loved anyone! You and Rachel didn't make me feel like this. You know you said you hated fighting with Artie, and you couldn't name that feeling you're feeling and stuff? Well, I know what you're talking about, okay? I know because I'm feeling it right now, and it feels like I'm gonna throw up or curl into a ball and just lay there. Go fix your fight with Artie, and let me try and fix my fight with Tina."

Before she could say anything else, I just walked away, not really sure where I was going; just that I needed to make things right with Tina.