You might be able to tell from this chapter that I don't like Finn very much.
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Quinn heard nothing from her parents for the following few days and she was grateful. Just thinking of them, her father's belligerence and her mother's conformity; it made the blonde feel faint with dread. After parting ways with Rachel, she eventually told Santana about her father's return. The fire in the Latina's eyes only seemed to grow as Quinn recalled the events and ever since then she had been rooming in Lima Heights with the Lopez family.
Though she was excellent at concealing her feelings, it didn't take her boyfriend too long to notice how distracted Quinn had become. The blonde's usual sharp retorts grew silent and her hazel eyes were glued to the floor as she trudged slowly through the McKinley hallways. She was also starting to decline spending extra time with Finn, simply explaining that she needed more time to herself.
For a reason she wasn't quite sure, Quinn found herself closing up around Finn. The way her boyfriend towered over her no longer seemed appealing. His sly smirks and subtle cockiness was starting to make the blonde feel suffocated and his gawky physique didn't help the situation. So naturally, opening up to the boy about her parents seemed impossible as the time passed.
Her fake smiles and forced laughter had seemed to cover her pain successfully until one fateful moment after Glee Club.
After another grueling rehearsal the group had been dismissed, but Finn had kept Quinn back, leaving the two alone in the choir room.
"What is it?" Quinn asked, a little impatient as she slipped her sheet music into her purse.
Hands stuffed in the front pockets of his jeans, Finn approached her. "I was just wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me tonight and maybe catch a movie," his smile was playful but something in his eyes seemed off. "You're always gone. I miss you."
He reached out, placing his set of large hands on her petite waist, but he managed to press against the bruise on her hip in such a way that made Quinn hiss and pull back.
Immediately Finn's face contorted in annoyance, something he was previously suppressing but could no longer hide. "This is what I'm talking about, Quinn!" he all but shouted, throwing up his hands in anger, "You won't even let me touch you anymore! I'm starting to think that you're not being completely honest with me." He pointed a large accusing finger in her direction.
Irritated, Quinn slung the strap of her purse over her shoulder. "What are you saying, Finn?"
Finn took a step forward, towering over her in a way he must enjoy, his expression a horrid mixture of confidence and aggravation, "What I'm saying, Quinn, is that I'm not stupid. I'm smart enough to tell when someone's lying."
Quinn almost snorted; Finn's intelligence was almost always a source of hilarity. On most days, the boy was all muscle and little brains. "I'm not keeping anything from you, Finn," she found herself saying, almost indifferent to the fact that it was a complete lie. But the boy was starting to get on her nerves.
The hulking brunette scowled, shaking his head as he began to pace. "I don't believe you. You're hiding something from me." Suddenly, the boy whipped around, staring incredulously at his girlfriend. "You're cheating on me, aren't you?" His beady brown eyes flashed with a jealous rage, "That's it! You never answer your phone and you're avoiding me because you're off sleeping with some other guy like a friggen' tramp!"
Quinn felt herself shatter into a million pieces, the taunting words of her father ringing in her ears as she shuttered under Finn's angry glare.
From behind the small crack of the choir door, Rachel Berry had seen enough.
Slamming the door open, the brunette stalked angrily inside the room, startling the quarreling couple.
"You're nothing but a jealous, dim-witted pig, Finn Hudson!" the diva practically shrieked, between the two in a matter of seconds, fuming as she began to back the boy away from Quinn with her furious eyes alone.
Paling but still upset, Finn lowered his gaze in a way that was supposed to be menacing. "This isn't any of your business," he shot back, large shoulders tensing.
Rachel all but growled as she took a step forward, tiny fists clenched at her sides. "It's about to be."
A gentle, calming hand was placed upon the enraged diva's lower back as the blonde finally found her voice.
"Rachel's right," Quinn declared, her voice quiet but resolute. "You've been nothing but a selfish little boy from the beginning and I'm sick of it," her voice cracked, hazel eyes pained.
Finn seethed, eyes flicking back to the slender blonde. "You know what? I've been getting tired of your stupid mood swings anyway. I'm done with you," he huffed out loudly, shooting a glare at the both of them for a moment before stomping out, slamming the door behind him.
The girls stood in silence for a minute, the only sound being Rachel's angry heaving and the heavy footsteps of Finn stalking out of the high school.
Quinn's hand hadn't left the small of Rachel's back but eventually the blonde pulled back, slumping over onto one of the chairs the group had neglected to stack. She set down her purse on the floor next to her before letting her head fall into her hands, her golden locks falling around her in a soft curtain.
No longer trembling with venom, Rachel turned to face the blonde, brown eyes big and fretful. This had been the first time they had been alone since the storm, having only shared lingering glances in between classes.
"I didn't mean to eavesdrop; I left my agenda on the piano and was coming back to retrieve it when I heard Finn bellowing at you. I couldn't just sit there and listen to him insult you like that," Rachel explained, staring at Quinn for a moment before hesitantly taking a seat next to her. She had been disappointed at first that the blonde was sleeping over at Satan's but she figured that beneath her boob job was a heart. As long as Quinn was safe.
Quinn lifted her head at Rachel's words, and while the diva was expecting tears of sorrow, the blonde looked ironically serene.
"I'm glad you were there," she murmured, the first words spoken to the diva in quite some time, hazel eyes directed forward, letting her hands fall onto her lap. Then, Quinn let out a long breath said something that neither of them was expecting. "Finn was holding me back too."
Rachel stayed quiet, finding that her endless babbling seemed to cease around the blonde. She studied the girl closely before reaching out, taking Quinn's hand gently in hers, innocent brown eyes hoping to comfort.
Fortunately, Quinn took that as a chance to scoot closer and rest her head on Rachel's shoulder, to which the brunette let out a happy sigh. The blonde squeezed her hand softly and Rachel's stomach flipped, but she covered her nervousness with a contented smile.
Later that night, Rachel was slipping into bed when her cell phone buzzed on her nightstand. Sleepy eyes puzzled, she reached over and flipped it open.
Shining back at her in the darkness of her bedroom was a single question.
'Would it be weird of me to say that I miss your bed?'
Rachel simply beamed as she typed back.
'Along with my body wash?'
The response was almost immediate.
'Hush, Berry.'
The little heart placed at the end of Quinn's text made Rachel forget all about their supposed first name basis.
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It was during Quinn's free period the next day when it happened. Santana and she were helping Brittany edit her history paper, ("Who's to say Lady Gaga isn't a part of the English monarchy, I mean why else would they call her Lady?" deadpanned the puzzled blonde.), when a tiny shriek erupted from the hallway behind them.
The trio whirled around at the scream, and the three sets of eyes gazed through the glass door to see a very purple Rachel Berry standing rigid, opposite a smirking Finn Hudson who was high fiving a group of jocks.
It all happened in a matter of seconds: Quinn's curious stare shifted into a heavy glare, she shot Santana a look that could not be ignored, and the Latina was up and out of her seat, spicy as ever. Quinn knew Santana was looking for a reason to beat the crap out of Hudson ever since the break up and this was simply perfect timing for the Latina to vent. The Spanish profanities spilling from those cherry lips could be heard from outside McKinley as she chased a terrified Finn down the hallway, the remaining students horrified of Santana's hysterical screaming.
As Quinn stood from the table, she vaguely remembered hearing Brittany's quiet 'Go San-San!' before she dashed after Rachel who had quickly left for the bathroom.
Shooting daggers at anyone still left in the hallway, Quinn pushed open the door to the girl's restroom hesitantly. "Rachel?" she called out, eyes scanning the room before meeting the sullen gaze of the freezing brunette.
"Before you ask, I'm okay. Just c-cold," stammered Rachel as she gathered paper towel to wipe at her hair. She had already managed to wipe most of the purple slush from her face but the diva was squinting in a way that made it apparent that her eyes were stinging.
Quinn drooped as she watched the shaking girl take care of the frozen stains like an expert, and her heart dropped at the thought of her having to do this various times a week. Her eyes wet, the blonde got more paper towel from a separate dispenser and wetted them the same way Rachel was.
As the angel reached out to wipe a trail of purple ice from Rachel's neck, the brunette fought back a shiver and instead focused on the tears in Quinn's eyes.
"I'm going to be fine, Quinn, don't worry," she assured in a high pitched whisper, never having wanted the blonde to be upset over something as trivial as Rachel's biweekly slushie attacks.
Quinn sniffed and shook her head gently, moving to clean Rachel's chocolate hair, "You just don't deserve this," was all she could say, her voice breathy as she shifted the paper towel to her other hand so she could run her fingers through the diva's now clean locks.
Rachel felt herself blush at how sweetly Quinn was touching her, as if she was made of glass. The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.
"Want to spend the night at my house this weekend?" Rachel looked down for a moment, but her gaze fell upon the blonde's dress. The white fabric looked like lace as it swayed around her hips. "Maybe I can help you decide how to go about your father, and you said you missed my bed, so I figured…" she trailed off her ramble, embarrassed, and made herself look up from Quinn's waist. To her delight, she was met with a genuine, happy smile.
"Santana's couch isn't quite as fun to sleep on as it was when I was six," Quinn admitted, her eyes flitting over Rachel's no longer purple face. "Sounds lovely."
The blonde's smooth voice was like music and Rachel beamed, the angel's lips telling her that she was going to make sure Santana wasn't getting arrested for homicide. The brunette only nodded vaguely, watching Quinn leave.
Turning back to her reflection in the mirror, Rachel realized that she was no longer shivering, but rather very warm. Letting her face fall into her tiny palms, the diva shook her head slowly, heaving a sigh.
I have a crush on Quinn Fabray. I am so screwed.
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