Part Two

Finn woke up to the unnecessarily loud buzzing coming from the bedside table where his phone was vibrating. Four new messages.

- Hey sweetie. Do you want to go see a movie tonight? Rachel xoxox

Finn ignored the text completely, angry that she didn't even have anything to say about him leaving with Brittany. After he rethought it though, he calmed down realising she might not have even noticed. 'Big surprise,' he thought, his anger quickly resurging, 'she never notices anything but herself… and Jesse'

- Hi Finn, it's me, Quinn. I'm really sorry about last night, I know you were drunk and I was probably a bit too hard on you. I hope your hangover wasn't too bad. Quinn x (L)

- Hi, it's me again. I just realised you disappeared half way through the night but Rachel was still there, were you ok? Where did you go? Quinn x (L)

- Okay Finn, text me back, unless your sleeping off a hangover I'm going to be mad at you, I'm kind of worried now, you disappeared in the middle of the night, so drunk I don't think you could remember your own name. Brittany disappeared too but at least she let me know she was okay when I asked her this morning. Just, please be okay. Quinn x (L)

He re-read Quinn's messages over and over. She always did care about him, but they had barely talked at all recently. They were civil and friendly enough but ever since he had broken up with her they had become distant. He stared at her sign off at the bottom of her text; the name, the kiss and the heart. It ignited feelings he almost forget he had, all he could think off was wrapping his arms around her just to let her know how important she was to him. Hell, he wanted to remind himself how important she was to him.

- Hi Quinn, don't worry I'm ok. I have been sleeping almost all day. It was Brittany I left with. I think we went to get more drink and ended up getting lost. We woke up in my back yard, don't know how we got there but I'm ok. I don't think I'm gunna drink for a while though. Thanks for worrying though. Finn x. btw, what did I do last night that made you be harsh on me?

- Oh thank god, Finn! I was worried about you; don't scare me like that again. It was just something about mistletoe; I think you kind of forgot we weren't together. I shot you down pretty badly, but if you don't remember then it's probably better. Sorry about it, anyway. Quinn x (L)

At the mention of the mistletoe more of last night managed to resurface.

He stood up from the sofa he was sitting on and his vision began to blur from his dizziness, the music from the speakers had started playing something unfamiliar that he didn't like so he decided to go outside to escape it. On is way outside however he found a bit of mistletoe hanging from the door way, it reminded him of decorating the choir room and Rachel kissing him under the mistletoe. He smiled at the thought but then his mood turned sour as he remembered how pissed off he was.

From the next room he heard the sound of Quinn laughing, 'ah, Quinn, now there's someone to kiss under the mistletoe.' He thought to himself developing a plan he didn't think could possibly go wrong, he pulled the mistletoe from the doorway and took it outside with him, hanging it from a branch on a tree in the back yard.

He walked back to the house searching for Quinn and finding her in the kitchen getting a drink.

"Quinn!" he called to her,

"Hi Finn," she said recoiling slightly as she realised how drunk he was,

"Come with me there's something cool I want to show you!"

"Erm," she hesitated a moment until finally relenting, "okay then," she said, rolling her eyes, she was obviously confused but she usually did indulge his weirdness when he was drunk. He led her outside and when he got to the tree he turned to find she had stopped half way across the garden.

"Come on, Quinnie-bee!" he said, making her giggle a little, "It's just here."

"This better be good," she said, walking towards him but as she reached the tree he put a hand out to stop her. After downing what was left in his cup he pointed up to the branch above her and her eyes widened.

"Mistletoe," he said, slurring his words slightly. He winked at her and before she could react he placed a quick but gentle kiss on her lips. As he leaned back grinning, she unfroze and slapped him across the face. "What was that for?" he asked her slurring even more.

"For kissing me you drunk idiot!" she shouted glaring at him.

"But you like kissing me! You never stopped me before"

"When we were dating I liked it! Not when you're drunk and…" her tone softened as his face fell, she pulled a tissue from her pocket, "not when you're drunk and drooling," she finished, wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth.

"Sorry" he said.

"It's ok," She stared at him and Finn wanted to ask what she was thinking, but he suddenly realised it would be an excellent time for another kiss. He moved in again pressing his lips to her, more forcefully this time, before she pressed her hands to his chest and shoved him backwards.

"I love you Quinn!" he told her, his words slurring badly. He tried to take her hand but she jumped backwards at his touch.

"You can't do this you stupid asshole!" she shouted, making him step backwards too. "I loved you and we fucked it up, you cant do this now, we're done got it? I loved you," she hesitated, "I love you, but right now I wish I didn't, just leave me alone Finn."

"But-"

"Fuck off!" she shouted, staring straight into his eyes, before storming off back to the house.

"Okay, Quinn." He said, so quiet he could barely even here himself say it. He sank to the ground, deflated. 'How many girls are going to break my heart tonight?'

When he returned to the house he caught a glimpse of Quinn and Rachel at opposite sides of the room and decided he wanted to be as far away from both of them as possible. He moved to another room and found a quiet corner to sit in and found Brittany with a bottle of Jack in her hands.

"Hey Britt-britt,"

"Hey Finn, want a drink?"

"Hell yeah," She passed him the bottle and he took 3 huge gulps before passing it back.

"This party sucks," they said in unison, and they turned to each other smiling.

"Should we get out of here and find somewhere cool?" she asked him taking the bottle back.

"Yeah, I'll say bye to Rachel and we'll go" he stood up and walked over to Rachel who had just walked into the room, "hey babes," she looked at him noticing how drunk he was, she was becoming quite drunk herself too, "I got an uber cool plan! I gotta go and I'll tell you about it tomorrow, bye!" he turned around and almost tripped over the table behind him,

"Bye, clumsy!" she called as he walked out the front door where he saw Brittany waiting for him holding out the bottle of Jack Daniels and holding a bottle of clear liquid he guessed was vodka for herself.

- Finn. Can I come round? B x

- Yeah, of course. Finn.

Brittany arrived after 15 minutes and they sat on his bed playing cards for half an hour before Finn finally got the courage to ask why she wanted to come round.

"I feel like I can't be honest with anyone else right now," she told him, choking slightly on her words. "I never told you what me and Santana argued about, I was going to hang out with Artie, and she got upset and started accusing me of being in love with him"

"It will be okay Brittany, she is just scared of losing you, I would feel the same if I was in her position, it will all blow over,"

"That isn't the whole thing though, I asked if she expected me to cheat on her, she said it wouldn't be the first time…" she began to cry and Finn pulled her closer putting his arm over her shoulder, "I got mad at her for accusing me of being a cheater, but she was right, look at what happened… I'm just a dirty whore,"

Finn sat there holding her unsure of what to say, he wanted to try and make her feel better but he felt the same about himself, anything he could think of saying to her made him feel like a hypocrite.

"It's not your fault Brittany," he said eventually, "You were drunk and lonely and upset, we don't even remember it, Santana would forgive you for it if she found out."

"No she wouldn't, nobody would, look at Quinn, she was drunk and everybody called her a whore, and a skank and everything nasty that I am, she was drunk and nobody thought that was okay,"

"You aren't those things Brittany!" he told her, turning her to face him again, "and neither is Quinn, yeah I was angry at first, but I got over it, I realised that I shouldn't be so harsh when she was drunk, and I've never ever stopped loving her despite what happened, you were even more drunk than she was and if Santana loves you as much as I know she does she'll forgive you," he took her hand and gave it a reassuring Squeeze, "it's me she wont forgive."

"Thanks Finn, but I don't think she'd ever, ever forgive me"

"We'll keep it a secret so she never needs to find out then,"

"Yeah…" She looked up and cocked her head sideways slightly, "You said you still love Quinn,"

"No I didn't"

"Yes you did! You said you never ever stopped loving her"

"Oh, I guess I do, but, I don't really want to talk about it right now, sorry,"

"It's okay, can I…" she considered her next words carefully, "Can I have a hug? I really need one."

"Yeah, sure," he said, lying down on his side and pulling her to him, his arm wrapped around her torso and both of her legs wrapped around one of his, "It will all be okay, Brittany, we'll fix this, I promise" he told her as the tears started to fall again, he rocked her gently and he began to cry with her, as images of Quinn, Rachel, Beth and Santana flashed through his mind. They held each other like this until they finally both cried themselves to sleep.