A/N: Thanks for the reviews, here's another chapter and I'm very sorry but it has to be done for this whole thing to work...
The Fabray house was deserted when Quinn pulled up. Finn pulled up behind her and got out of his car quickly to join her by the door. Quinn slid the key into the lock and turned it slowly hearing every individual click of the bolts for the first time. It was as though time was freezing up on her, slowing down and drawing out the agony that she didn't even realise she was feeling until now. This just didn't feel right at all.
The door swung open seamlessly just like always to reveal an immaculate and yet empty feeling hall way. Quinn dumped her bag unceremoniously onto the floor followed by her shoes before walking towards the living room. Finn followed suit and they were soon making out on the couch. After about 5 minutes Quinn was seriously questioning her decision to do this. No she needed to; it'd be fine after she did this, after she slept with Finn. She pushed Finn away; they couldn't do it on her couch that would just be weird when her parents came home.
"Uh, maybe we should go upstairs or..." Quinn trailed off looking everywhere but Finn. The boy smiled eagerly before shifting from on top of Quinn and heading towards the stairs. Quinn didn't move.
"You coming babe?" he asked from the foot of the stairs.
"Um, yeah, I just need some... a glass of water. I'll be up in a bit." Quinn said still not looking at Finn who was now running up the stairs. She heard he fumble about upstairs and heard a thud followed by what sounded like a yelp. Usually Quinn would have rolled her eyes at this but she was too engrossed in trying to push back the sensation of apprehension that had been weighing in her stomach for much of the day however the feeling only seemed to be growing since she walked through the front door about 10 minutes earlier. This wasn't right at all but it needed to be done she told herself.
Quinn stood up from the couch and looked around the room before letting out a gust of air, setting her shoulders and marching up the stairs.
Finn was sat awkwardly on her bed, spinning his wallet around in his overly large hands.
"What you got in there?" Quinn asked trying to distract herself. Finn went slightly red and began mumbling incoherently and Quinn caught on. "Oh, right, yeah. You carry one around?"
"I... well you know, better safe than sorry..." he said mustering up a small, nervous smirk. This was unbelievably awkward, was everyone's first time meant to be like this? So... unnatural.
"Right... well, shall we." Quinn started to hastily tug off her shirt and Finn lightened up, pulling his socks and shirt off in double speed. It was as though been practicing or something. The young couple ended up stood on opposite sides of the bed in just their underwear, a bulge already apparent in Finn's. The sight made Quinn feel slightly sick, she was beginning to have second thoughts even more than before but before she could think about it anymore Finn was coming at her from across the bed, eyes trained hungrily on her body, she pulled her arms across her chest instinctively. Finn didn't seem to notice and began sliding his hands around her hips pulling her into him. He began kissing her neck while running his huge hands over her back and down to her thighs. His hands eventually found her bra strap and began awkwardly fumbling with it. After a long struggle Finn finally managed to unhook it and the garment fell slowly to the floor. The quarterback began to attack her breast with childish excitement and Quinn closed her eyes, trying to give herself over to the feeling but it was just uncomfortable and not nearly as enjoyable as she thought it should be.
Twenty minutes later and Finn was scrambling around putting on his clothes, a large smile etched onto his face, he was positively glowing much to the contrast of Quinn who just felt hollow and exposed, lying on her bed blinking back tears. It was so disappointing, not earth shattering like she thought it was meant to be. The earth didn't stop turning and the world had managed to get by for those 20 minutes. Finn kissed her tenderly on the lips before saying his goodbyes and leaving Quinn lying on her bed staring up at the ceiling, a sheet roughly covering her.
She lay there for what seemed like hours just feeling numb, not wanting to acknowledge any of the emotions her mind was trying to push on her. The sun was beginning to melt away into the reddening clouds as she heard a car pull up onto the drive. She decided to go shower so she could go down to dinner with her parents.
Quinn made her bed and tidied up her clothes before climbing into the shower. The water rushed over her body as she got to cleaning herself up. That was definitely not the mind-blowing, heart stopping, eye opening experience she had been wishing for. If anything it was painful and awkward and ultimately; disappointing. The blonde sighed and turned off the shower, reaching for her towel and stepping out onto the cream bath matt laid before the shower.
Maybe it just wasn't meant to be, her and Finn. This could have been God's way of telling her that she needed a new man, why God would concern himself with the matter was beside the point. That might've been the reason why she was thinking about Berry; Finn wasn't the right one for her, wasn't who she was meant to be with. The thought offered some comfort and helped Quinn to push any thoughts of Rachel from her brain before she got dressed and headed down to greet her parents.
Quinn was greeted by the site of her mother slaving over a large pot simmering on the stove with a crystal cut glass in hand. Quinn would've rolled her eyes at the sight if she didn't feel so nervous about her parents somehow finding out about her evenings activities. "Hey mum. When's dad coming back?" she asked, trying to be as laid-back as possible while retrieving some cutlery from a draw behind her mother.
"He should be back in a few minutes. Can you get a glass from the cupboard while you're there?" Judy Fabray spoke without looking at her daughter.
"Sure." Quinn said breathing a sigh of relief, her mother seemed oblivious so far however that might just be because of the half empty glass she was clutching onto. She pulled out a glass from the cupboard next to her head and set it down on the counter below before walking into the dining room to set the table. She looked around the room after she'd finished setting her father's place at the head of the table. It didn't look any different to how it always had; a large and highly varnished walnut table was situated in the centre of a cream coloured room, a matching sideboard lined the wall furthest from the kitchen and a pretentiously large crystal chandelier hung over the centre of the table. Quinn sighed, she wanted it to change, she had almost expected it change after sleeping with Finn. What was this big thing about sex? So far it really wasn't living up to the hype. The only difference Quinn noted in herself was the overwhelming sense of guilt and regret that seemed to be weighing down on her, pushing the ceiling in towards her head and suffocating her.
Just as Quinn felt that she should bolt from the room and try and find some air her dad entered the room and smiled broadly at his daughter sweeping her into his arms. "How's my girl?" he asked while squeezing her. The sense of being crushed by guilt seemed to increase tenfold as her dad hugged her. She didn't feel like 'his girl' anymore. There was the other change, the one no one talked about, favouring the feelings of excitement and sense of maturity, it was the loss of innocence. Quinn was hit with another wave of remorse which was quickly boxed away and thrown to the back of her mind. Being a Fabray did have its advantages and the emotional detachment was one of them at this moment.
Russell let go of his daughter and patted her on the head before going into the kitchen, greeting his wife and no doubt taking a long, lingering swig from the glass she'd fetched only minutes earlier. They'd be drunk by the time Quinn went upstairs to bed like most nights.
Dinner seemed to drag on for hours that night. Quinn tried to keep her head down and only spoke when spoken to like most nights. Her parents were content to oblige her wish to not be included in the conversation as they talked about work and gossiped about any 'scandals' that had taken place over the course of the week. Her parents had strayed onto the topic of the Berry's during the course of the meal much to Quinn's disappointment. Her father seemed to disapprove if they so much breathed too loud in Lima, claiming they were trying to convert people to their 'abominable' lifestyle. When Russell Fabray had found out that one of Rachel's fathers was a GP at the local doctor's surgery he nearly passed out from rage. Quinn hadn't been listening hard enough to make out why her dad was complaining this time but when he uttered the word "fag" she had snapped back into reality.
"I swear, if those fags step even a toe out of line I'll have them driven out of this town faster than you can say 'abomination'." Her dad said swallowing a piece of pork chop. He was becoming slightly red in the face with the force of his anger. Quinn really couldn't see why he got so worked up about the Berry's; their lives had little effect on upon her father and yet he seemed to loathe them above everything else. She could never ask her dad for fear of insulting him or seeming like she was on their 'side' as Russell called it. "It's like that time when they had us called into school when they thought that our daughter was picking on their unfortunate spawn. Despicable. They shouldn't have bought her into the world; of course she's picked on. Daughter of two 'fathers'. It's an outrage! What was her name again Quinn?" Quinn gave a small cough to clear her throat.
"Rachel" she said, staring down at her plate, she couldn't believe she used to agree with her father, his credibility was decreasing very quickly.
"Yes... Rachel Berry." He practically spat the last word out as though it tasted bitter on his tongue. "You keep away from her Quinn" Russell said, staring straight at her. The stare seemed to burn into her face.
"Of course daddy" she hadn't told her dad about joining Glee club for this exact reason. It was common knowledge that Rachel Berry was the star of the Glee club, the only one with enough talent to get them out of the insignificant town of Lima.
"Good. Are you still dating that Finn boy?" Russell asked after taking another bite of dinner. Quinn nearly choked on the mouthful she was eating.
"Quinnie?" Judy asked with a surprising amount of concern. Quinn gave another cough and looked up.
"Uh, sorry, put too much in..." she said banging a fist into her chest to clear everything up. "Yes, I am still with Finn." Russell raised an eyebrow.
"You should bring him home for dinner one day soon. I'd like to meet this boy, lay down some ground rules." He said with an almost comical sense of self-importance. Quinn tried to hide her blush as another wave of guilt racked her body. The feeling was becoming all too frequent.
Dinner soon ended and Quinn promptly said goodnight to her parents after helping clear up. She changed for bed and lay above the covers staring at the ceiling again. She decided to start on doing some reading for English however her head was too chaotic to concentrate on taking in 'The Great Gatsby' and after staring at the same page, re-reading the same line for 40 minutes she gave up and got into bed, turning out the light and trying to let sleep take her. Thoughts of Finn, sex and Rachel all interwove in her head creating disgusting and unnervingly appealing scenarios.
She final fell into a light sleep at around 4 am.