Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, The Hunger Games or the characters. If I did, the characters would be happy all the time and I'm pretty sure that the show would tank.

AN: I don't ship Finn and Quinn, so writing these was harder than I thought it would be (they came out much longer... I get wordy when I don't ship the couple).

Finn / Quinn Drabbles

Angst:

Quinn sees him at the pep assembly, hands on Rupaul's waist, and watches as her perfect life slips through her fingers.

AU:

Finn watched the mysterious girl with the pink hair light a cigarette.

Crack!Fic:

"You're very popular."

"Yeah?"

"Definitely. I would know. I'm very popular, too. Everyone expects us to be together. You, the hot, popular quarterback and me, the stacked, perfect head Cheerio everyone loves to hate!"

"I can't. I have a girlfriend."

"Who?"

"Rachel Berry."

"Glee club co-captain Rachel Berry? The President of the Barbra Streisand fan club?"

"Yeah. She's gonna be a star."

Crossover:

Quinn stared at the other tributes before she turned to Finn.

"We stick together until the end."

"I promise."

Death:

He'll never forget the feeling of utter despair he felt when he found her, facedown in red water.

First Time:

Brazen green eyes met timid brown ones.

"Touch me, please."

Fluff:

"You're a stud, Hudson." He growled at his reflection.

"You're talking to yourself now," the soft voice of Quinn Fabray startled him, making him bang his head against his locker door.

"I was - ahem - I was pra-practicing."

"Oh?" She arched a perfect brow. "What for?"

He figured honesty was the best policy.

"Uh, asking you out."

She cocked her head to the side, a gentle smile growing on her flawless face, before she licked her rosy lips and nodded.

"Okay. I'll go out with you."

Humor:

He didn't realize his mistake until Quinn held up the videos: A Stiff Cowboy and Orient Sexpress.

Hurt/Comfort:

Later that night, she buried her head into his neck.

"He's my daddy, Finn. I don't think I've ever hurt him this much."

Show-related:

Finn Hudson, the answer to her mother's prayers.

Smut:

His hand slid inside her spanks, grazing the cotton of her underwear.

URT:

She heard Rachel's laugh before she saw them walk past her locker, jubilant smiles on their lovestruck faces.

God. She needed to throw up.