October, 2022 (Halloween)

Why did he agree to this? Oh, right, because his fiancé thought it would be cute and he wasn't in a position to upset her with arguing it. Finn stood in their master bathroom, donning a white wife beater over the upper half of his towering figure. From the waist, down he wore a polyester cow-printed jumpsuit.

"Oh, for God's sake Finn, why do you look like I just robbed you of your manhood?" Quinn asked, appearing in the doorway behind him. She was dressed a cowgirl, complete with a straw hat over blonde pig tails, and a red plaid shirt, boot-cut jeans and a denim bolero jacket.

He looked at her reflection in the mirror—the tips of his ears going red as he told her, "You did! What grown man dresses up as a cow for Halloween?"

Her green hues rolled, "This, coming from the guy who walked down our high school's hallways in his boxers and a vinyl Gaga dress."

"Why couldn't you be the cow?" He asked, and immediately regretted it. He saw Quinn's amused face fall and hurt flash across her face. She scowled before promptly turning to leave and Finn swore under his breath before going after her. "Quinn, wait!"

"Can't believe you called me a cow," she huffed in between soft sobs.

Finn was right on her heels as she descended the stairs. "I didn't mean it like that!" he insisted. "Will ya just wait a second, Quinn?"

"Why?" she demanded through clenched teeth. She rounded on him, bringing the tall brunette to a halt at the final steps. "Why? So you can call me a cow again?"

"No! Babe, I—"

"Don't 'Babe' me right now, Finn, okay? I know you just spent the past couple weeks taking care of me while I was sick, but I'm not sick anymore. I'm huge right now. And I'm hormonal. And I don't need you making fun of me for it!"

He let out a short sigh and seized both of her hands. "Just listen to me for a sec, okay?" The hurt feelings were coursing through Quinn—it was a little scary for him that he could feel it as he held her fingers. Unfortunately all it did was reinforce his guilt on the poor choice of words. He took a deep breath and considered suggesting that she do the same but the angry tears trickling down her face made him skip right to his apology.

"Quinn I swear to you, I didn't mean what I said. I'm sorry. And I don't think you're a cow." It looked like her lower lip was threatening to jut out, but he watched her tuck both lips into her mouth for a moment. Finn then reached up to dry her cheeks; his large, rough hand remained cupped to her soft, flushed cheek. He then watched her eyes shut upon the touch, which made him smile softly.

With her one hand now freed from his grasp, she reached up to place it over his. "I just wanted us to have a cute matching costume this Halloween. It's our first Halloween together in a really long time. And it's our first one in this house, and our last Halloween we'll have before Sophia gets here." As if to point out her implication, she curled her fingers around his cupped hand and lowered it to the top of her rounded stomach. Underneath the plaid fabric, their little girl was kicking away.

A guilty smile spread across Finn's face. He opened his mouth to apologize again but Quinn spoke up first.

"You can pick out your costume for next year, but…I'd really like it if you wore this while we passed out candy."

He lifted his gaze from their overlapped hands, up to her large, dark sage irises. In that moment, he was extremely grateful she was no longer crying or glaring at him—Quinn was too beautiful for that, or at least he'd always thought so. She was always stunning to him and she always would be, but her smile was one of the physical features he found heart-stopping about her.

With a delicate motion, he slipped his hand out from underneath hers, freed his other hand and reached at his waist for the polyester jumpsuit. After finding the sleeves to thread his arms through, he shrugged his shoulders inside the costume and then zipped the front all the way up to his collar. Finally, he raised the hood over his hair, presenting two stubbly horns above a pair of short, floppy ears.

Finn stared at Quinn, hoping his cooperation with the costume might bring a smile on her face. Instead she looked like she was fighting the desire to smile. He narrowed his eyes contemplatively at her and then bent his head toward her face. As he tilted his head to kiss her cheek one of his hands slightly raised to remove her straw hat. While she reacted by reaching to reclaim the hat, Finn playfully, mooed against her cheek.

Quinn giggled while turning her face away from his mooing lips. "Stop it," she feebly demanded through her laughs. She playfully pushed at his chest and stepped back from him to go to the kitchen. Finn ambled after her, returning her hat to the top of her blonde head.

"You're a sexy cowgirl by the way," he said to her as she plucked a Dum Dum from the large candy bowl and began un-wrapping it.

When she looked back up to him again, she was smiling, "And you are an adorable cow, Finn Hudson."

He rolled his eyes but smiled while playfully muttering, "Thanks. Are you gonna lasso me and bring me back to pasture later?"

She cocked an interested brow at him and smirked, "Maybe. I might not be able to see my feet anymore, but I think I could still manage that."

Both of Finn's brows shot up. "Wait…just so we're clear, we are both talking about the same thing, right? I mean I was just kidding at first but…"

"I know you were…but I wasn't. Besides, it's been a long time, and it's completely safe." Just before she could stick the sucker in her mouth, Finn drew her close at the hips and spent a moment, just staring into her eyes to determine her seriousness. As the moment started to pass, he bent his head again to kiss her full on her soft, glossy, flawless lips.

Quinn gasped but shut her eyes and tilted her head, naturally accepting his kiss. Still holding her lollipop, her hands rose up to hold either side of his face at first, but they soon came around his neck.

Finn used his pair to part her lips and deepen the once tender kiss by slipping his tongue in her mouth, taking traces of strawberry lip gloss with him. He felt his fiancée's fingernails scrape the nape of his neck, causing him to shudder. Without really meaning to, he'd backed Quinn up against the kitchen counter. He heard her mutter something against his lips but it wasn't comprehensible so he went on, fervently kissing her.

That was, until the doorbell rang.

Quinn's eyes opened and she gasped through her nose, pushing Finn gently away. As soon as she caught her breath, her lips spread into a grin "Our first trick-or-treaters are here" she quietly announced in her naturally alluring tone. After picking up the bowl of candy, she strolled back out of the kitchen to answer the door.

Finn reluctantly followed after her. He wiped the smeared gloss from his lips while casting a childishly bitter gaze. Right before the door opened, he muttered under his breath, "I hate Halloween."

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