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chapter two
"The bottom line is that we never fall for the person we're supposed to." – Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper

He woke up one morning just knowing. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach. Not only there, but everywhere, from his head to his toes. And he was 6'3", so there was quite a bit of room between his head and his toes.

He had fallen out of love with Quinn Fabray.

At first, when he came to the realization, that he thought maybe he had known for a long time but had never really admitted, Finn felt like he couldn't breathe, because he had been with Quinn for as long as he could remember. She was his first everything. His first kiss, his first date, his first girlfriend, his first time. The first girl he was in love with.

But had he been in love with her at all?

Finn didn't know if he could answer that with a sincere 'yes, I was once in love with Quinn Fabray,' because he just didn't know, you know? It was like, he had heard so much about love, between what Ilana and Adam had told him all those years ago, to the chick flicks he'd watched, to the fairytales his mom used to read him. He used to pretend to hate them, but he secretly loved them and so did Kurt, so they would sit on his bed and drink warm milk while his mom read to them.

He liked Beauty and the Beast the most because he always felt like he could relate to the Beast. Since Finn had hit his first growth spurt, he had always felt awkward in his own body. It didn't help that Santana called him Man Boobs and Tubbs and other names in high school – and even now – that made him feel really shitty about himself. Yeah, maybe he should have watched what he was eating, especially in high school, but he never really felt fat and he just really enjoyed food! Dammit, he was tall, he needed lots of food for lots of energy and stuff!

But the whole 'feeling awkward in your body' thing wasn't why Finn always liked Beauty and the Beast. He really, really liked Belle. It wasn't just her long brown hair and brown eyes, but he loved those too. Everybody else in her town always found her weird and odd or whatever. She was confident and outspoken, smart and open minded. But most of all, Finn loved that she was a dreamer. She dreamed of leaving her poor, provincial town, or however the song went and Finn couldn't help but fall in love with her and root for her. He always felt like a Lima Loser himself, so when Quinn dragged him out of Lima to live in New York with her, he couldn't have been happier. And he liked New York, as much as he complained, but he only really complained to Quinn. When he walked to work, he always felt in awe of the city that never slept and all of the hustle and bustle. It was crazy; it was like nobody ever stopped, even for a second. And there were just so many people, like tons of them. But he liked it that way. Every time he walked to work, he looked around, looking for the brown-eyed girl that played a starring role in his dreams. He knew she was real, because he had read once that you can't make up a face in your dreams, it has to be somebody you've seen before.

That thought made his heart skip a few beats, knowing that he must have laid eyes on her at least once in his lifetime.

But then he felt instantly guilty because he had a girlfriend, and even if he didn't love her, she was still his and he was hers. And he didn't know how to break up with her. Did he even want to break up with Quinn? It's not like he knew the girl that whispered in his ear or kissed him with those petal soft lips. And Quinn knew him. Like, really knew him. She knew that he loved the smell of bacon in the mornings and that he liked dirty talk, and what it took to make him cum during sex and what his favorite color was, and all the other stuff you know about the person you've been dating since freshman year.

And that's when he remembered Ilana and Adam again, and how they talked and looked at each other as if they were on their first date, not a couple that had been together for 60 years.

That's when he really knew he wasn't in love with Quinn anymore.

"Finn! Are you almost ready?"

He turned off the running water and patted his face dry with a towel. "Yeah, Quinn, I'm almost ready."

She came running into the bathroom in a red lace bra and matching panties, her hair and makeup perfect as usual, and he wondered if he was supposed to feel turned on. But then he thought about how he was just standing there in dark grey boxer briefs and she didn't seem turned on in the slightest, instead running around the room as if she had to leave in 2 minutes instead of 20.

"Finn, quit standing there! Get ready! Don't you have to leave soon?"

And even though he hated her bossing him around and stuff, she really was like an alarm clock and a personal agenda all at once, it was insane. She stopped for a split second and stared at him like he had grown another head.

"Finn!" Quinn screeched.

"Christ, Quinn! I'm getting ready; I know what time it is! Stop worrying about me! I just have to throw on a pair of jeans and a shirt! It's not like I have to do my hair or makeup or whatever shit you do in the mornings!" He looked in the mirror and ran his hair gently over his scruffy, unshaven cheek and decided to ignore it, just to prove his point to her.

He was kinda terrified for a second as he watched a billion emotions flash through Quinn's eyes, but she settled on gentle Quinn. "Sweetie, I know. I'm sorry I haven't been the nicest to you lately. You know I love you and—and I made you coffee and toast!" She gave him a kind of sweet smile that made him forgive her.

Kinda.

She came closer to him, close enough to kiss him, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips and a pat on the back.

See what he means? A pat on the back? When did they—no. When did he turn into that guy that didn't need a happily ever after anymore? When did he become the guy that settled for little kisses that lacked any sort of passion and pats on the back? What the fuck was that all about?

Finn sighed loudly. "Honestly Quinn, don't worry about it. It's fine, thanks for the breakfast and everything," he told her while throwing on a clean, white button up shirt, a grey suit jacket and a pair of khaki pants. He gave her a small smile, grabbing the toast, mug of coffee, and his wallet that he shoved roughly into his pocket. "I hope you have a good day at work, babe. I'll see you when I get home. I work a long shift today, because I'm in that calendar again with some of the guys of the fire station so I need to get my picture taken and—" Quinn started pushing him out of the door, still in her lingerie. "Oh, hun, don't worry about it! I'll probably be asleep by the time you get home, so have a good day, don't work to hard, I'll see you!"

And just like that, he was on the other side of the door, in the hallway of their apartment and he started walking down the hallway, shrugging him shoulders, because Quinn was usually weird but she wasn't, like, that weird.

Little did Finn know, Quinn was inside the apartment, shrugging her own shoulders in relief that her boyfriend was out of her hair, and she quickly grabbed her phone, pushing '5' while taking off her barely-there lingerie and standing inside her house.

"Hey baby. He left, and I'm in my big ol' apartment, all by myself, without anybody to protect me, and…" Quinn's raspy voice grew more seductive.

"I'm naked."

A little bit of a cliffhanger! Will Finn ever get his balls back from Quinn's grasp and break up with her? Who is she on the phone with? No Finchel contact yet, but don't worry guys, the moment will be magical, trust me! Stick with me and we'll shower ourselves in the epitome of perfection that is Finchel!

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