Author's note; So this chapter has a song in it. Just a heads up to make it easier to understand, italics are Quinn singing, bold is Finn singing, and bolded and italiazed are both singing at once.
A light knocking on Quinn's door had caused a curious expression to cross over her face. She hadn't been expecting anyone, she wasn't even sure if any of her friends knew she was back in Seattle yet. She had told her best friend about how she was extending her stay in the city to catch up with an old friend and do more exploring. Of course that was a lie. She had really extended her trip to stay with Finn. Little did she know it would end up in a fight and Quinn would leave sooner than planned.
Placing her book down, she walked over to the door and took a quick glance through the peephole. A small smile had crossed her face when she saw the familiar structure of a tall, brown haired boy standing in the hallway. She tried best she could to wipe the smile off her face before opening the door.
"What're you doing here?" she asked as the door had finally been opened.
"Hey. I uh, wanted to bring you this," Finn lifted up the bottle of wine he had in his hand for an easier view, "to say thanks for helping me even though I was kind of a jackass."
Quinn's eyes looked down at the bottle before reaching out to take it, her finger accidentally touching Finn's as she did. She felt a strange fluttery feeling in her chest as her finger moved away from his. She felt her smile come back, which had caused her to look down at her feet as she let out a light laugh.
"Thank you, that's very sweet of you. But… you flew all the way across the country to give me a bottle of wine?" she asked, a curious eyebrow rising as she looked up at Finn again.
"Well… I've always wanted to see Seattle," he replied, his old goofy smile crossing his lips. He always managed to make Quinn laugh with that smile. It was such a stupid smile, but he made it look so cute.
"I should probably get going though. Long flight back tomorrow and I have surgery in a few days. I actually thought curling up with a glass of wine in my hotel room tonight sounded kind of nice, but I just gave away my last bottle… sooo…" Finn let his last word trail off as he slowly turned around the face the apartment hallway again.
Quinn let her full-fledged smile come out as she noticed the small smirk on Finn's face as he moved at snail pace; her eyes rolling. Sometimes he was so silly. Shaking her head lightly, she grabbed a fist full of his jacket and pulled him backwards into her apartment.
"I'll get the wine glasses," Quinn said as she shuffled off into the apartment kitchen.
Finn shut the door and took a quick look about the area. It was simple, with a few decorations around. He noticed the pictures up on the wall, a small smile coming from his lips as he knew those were all taken by Quinn. It was always a hobby of hers.
"Are you sure you can have alcohol before surgery? I mean, the doctor didn't warn you about it or anything, did he?" Quinn asked as she handed him a glass before taking a seat on the couch.
"Not that I can remember," he replied, taking a sip before sitting down next to her.
"I just don't want you doing anything crazy."
Finn chuckled, "I just flew all the way over here from New York to give you a bottle of wine. If you don't think I'm crazy yet, I'm a little worried about you," he teased.
"Fair enough," she said, biting her bottom lip to keep from laughing. "But I really think you flew over here to have the wine with me," she smirked.
"Well… that's the benefit of flying."
Just then, Finn's eyes snapped over to the chair that sat before them. His eyebrows furrowed in confused as he spotted a dirty blue blanket sitting next to the book she had been reading minutes before he arrived.
"Is that my old baby blanket?" he asked, leaning forward to grab it and get a closer inspection.
He hadn't noticed Quinn's slightly embarrassed expression, almost as if she was a puppy who just got caught tearing up the carpet. "I… forgot to put that away," she breathed out, hopeful that it wouldn't freak him out that she still had it.
"I can't believe you still have this," he said, complete amazement in his voice.
"Well it was such a sweet, sentimental gesture, I couldn't throw it away. And then I tried to give it back to you, but… it was kind of hard. Whenever I have a bad day, I'll pull it out and sort of hug it because it reminds me of back in high school when we were dating and when I would feel down and you would just sit there with your arms around me. It was really ever the only time I felt safe, so… I guess I held onto it for comfort."
"You had it out just now. Were you having a bad day?" he asked, glancing up at her with slight worry in his eyes.
"I was. I was kind of just trapped in bad thoughts, I guess."
Quinn watched Finn, noticing the small smile on his face as he looked down at the small, ratted old blanket in his hands.
"You can take it back if you want. It's yours, after all. I probably shouldn't have kept it from you for so long," Quinn gulped lightly.
Finn folded the blanket up and set it down on her knee before his eyes moved up to hers. "You didn't keep it from me. I gave it to you. It's yours."
"Plus, it would just make me sad every time I look at it. It reminds me of when things were… good. You know… between us," Finn said as he rested his right arm on his knee, a slightly drained expression on his face now.
"Good? Finn… I lied to you. About everything. About the baby being yours… which I'm still so sorry for," Quinn looked down; she could feel her chest tightening and her eyes beginning to water.
"Don't be. I wasn't the greatest boyfriend in the world, and… although it did suck to think you were having my baby and have it sort of ripped out from under me… I'm kinda glad you didn't tell me at first. I mean, if you think about it… we never would've gotten as close as we did. We probably would've ended up being the Quarterback and head cheerleader who were just dating because they had to. Instead, I fell in love with you. For real. If anything, you getting pregnant and lying was… oddly the best thing that ever happened to me."
Quinn lifted her head to look up at Finn, who was wearing a sad smile and soft eyes.
"Though it would've been way cooler if she actually was mine," he added, letting his sad smile turn into more of a silly grin in hopes of making Quinn smile again.
It worked; she couldn't help but let her smile reappear. He was far too sweet sometimes.
"Can we talk about something else, please?" she asked, not wanting to think about their past anymore at the moment. She was focused on the future now, not the past. She wiped her tears only to see Finn lightly nodding his head.
"So how does someone go from aspiring actress to journalist? I mean, not that it isn't equally as cool or anything, I just always thought you'd go for the whole star performer thing."
"How does one go from being engaged to their high school sweetheart to being friends with their ex-fiancee's current boyfriend slash former enemy?" Quinn asked, her eyebrow raised as she sent him an amused smirk.
"Shit happens, I guess," Finn smirked back as the two lightly clanked their glasses together in agreement.
"I didn't give up on performing completely, however. I still do some singing at night clubs when I go out with my girlfriends."
"You still sing?" A look of slight surprise emerged on his face.
"Of course I do. Don't you?"
Finn pushed his lips together and refrained from answering the question. Quinn had a look of complete disbelief before setting down her wine glass and standing up.
"What're you doing?" he asked curiously.
Finn put his wine glass down on the table to get a better look of where Quinn was headed. She walked off into another room and walked back out seconds later, a karaoke machine in hand. Finn couldn't help but laugh.
"What is that? You have a karaoke machine? Do they even make those anymore?" he teased, trying his best to keep from laughing any harder.
Quinn shot him a glance as she hooked it up, a smirk residing on her face the entire time.
"Don't make fun of my karaoke machine, Finn Hudson!"
"Wow, now I really am worried about you. Where did you even find that? Buy old ?" he continued; a giant smile across his face as he stood up and walked over to where Quinn stood. She handed him a microphone and went to the song selection, breezing past a few songs before landing on one.
"Just for that, we're singing a country song," Quinn remarked as she pressed the play button.
"Oh, but I forgot my cowboy hat!" Finn chuckled as Quinn lightly hit his shoulder for teasing her.
"Just sing! I know you miss it. And this is my favourite country duet so shush it!" she smirked before looking back at the screen.
Finn continued to grin, trying to stop his laughing long enough to start singing. His eyes stayed on Quinn for a moment before looking back at the television screen.
"Lyin' here with you so close to me
It's hard to fight these feelings when it feels so hard to breath"
As Quinn started singing, Finn let his grin creep into a sweet smile. He always loved her voice, no matter what anyone else said. She was talented and her voice was amazing.
"I'm caught up in this moment
I'm caught up in your smile"
Quinn turned to face him during the last line, making sure he knew it was his turn next. She hadn't expected her eyes to meet his as they both glanced at each other at the same time.
"I've never opened up to anyone
So hard to hold back when I'm holding you in my arms"
Finn looked back over at the screen then; trying to make sure he was singing the right words.
"We don't need to rush this
Let's just take it slow"
Their voices meshed so perfectly together in that moment. They had only ever had one real duet together in high school before Finn stopped singing. It took him slightly off guard at how good they sounded together.
"Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight
Just a touch of the fire burning so bright
No I don't want to mess this thing up
I don't want to push too far"
They glanced at each other again, Finn's smile was wide now. Quinn could tell that he had missed singing by the look on his face. The longing in his eyes when he arrived at the door was filling now as he stared off at her.
"Just a shot in the dark that you just might
Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life
So baby I'm alright, with just a kiss goodnight"
"I know that if we give this a little time"
"It'll only bring us closer to the love we wanna find"
Finn walked closer to her slightly, glancing back every few seconds for the next line of the song. He couldn't help but chuckle a little at the cute head movement she had done at the end of their past sentence.
"It's never felt so real"
"no it's never felt"
"so right"
"Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight
Just a touch of the fire burning so bright
No I don't want to mess this thing up
I don't want to push too far
Just a shot in the dark that you just might
Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life
So baby I'm alright, with just a kiss goodnight"
The two were both smiling widely. It was fun to sing together for a chance and the song had fit their voices perfectly. Finn had found himself putting so much emotion into the song. He had never felt this way when singing with Rachel. Maybe that's why he so easily gave it up to begin with.
"No I don't want to say goodnight"
"I know it's time to leave"
"but you'll be in my dreams"
"Tonight"
"Tonight"
"Tonight"
"Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight
Just a touch of the fire burning so bright
No I don't want to mess this thing up
I don't want to push too far
Just a shot in the dark that you just might
Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life"
"So baby I'm alright"
"Oh"
"Let's do this right"
"With just a kiss goodnight"
"With a kiss goodnight"
"Kiss goodnight"
The song finally came to an end and Finn and Quinn just then realized how close they had gotten during their performance. Finn let out a slightly nervous laugh before looking down and taking a step back, followed by Quinn biting her lip and looking away.
"Okay, that was kinda fun," Finn said, a smile tugging at the side of his mouth.
Quinn laughed lightly and nodded, slightly flustered. "I told you. You missed it, I know you did."
"I would start doing this at my place but I don't know where the hell I would find a karaoke player," he smirked, turning to face Quinn again.
"Oh stop it now! I'm sure you can find singing games for whatever type of game system you have now," she giggled. "Plus, I'm pretty sure Jesse would have one somewhere."
"Probably," Finn laughed, "but if he does, he hides it like it's porn or something."
"I'm guessing he knows you have some sort of thing against karaoke machines and vows to protect his from your evil wrath," she joked, laughing along with him now.
Once the laughing had died down, Finn glanced down at his watch to notice how late it was getting. "I should probably get going," he sadly expressed. "But hey, thanks for letting me join you tonight."
"Well thanks for keeping me company."
"Anytime," Finn smiled at her.