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"Q, baby, stop being so dramatic. You knew this was going to happen tonight, it happens at every buck's night! Guys go out, get drunk and then end up at the strippers. It's what guys do, babe," Ryan pleaded as he made his way into their room, stumbling as he went.
"Are you serious right now, Ryan Lucas Berry? How dare you tell me something like that after what you've done!" Quinn screamed back, "You told me that no strippers were going to be involved in tonight's activities, you lied! Now you're telling me I'm being dramatic? Well, how's this for dramatic, you're sleeping on the couch tonight" she huffed out, crossing her arms over her chest as she turned to face him.
"Can't we just talk this through right now?" He pleaded, "Puck organized a buck's night; we all went to the strip club. Once we got in I took a seat at the bar with Sam, Artie and Santana as the others went and did their own thing. The only thing I spent money on while I was in there was alcohol, ask anyone of the guys and they'll tell you I never moved from my spot except when I needed the toilet, then I made my way back to the bar again" Ryan paused to take a quick breath, "I don't want women dancing or seducing me unless it's you so I politely declined every single one of their offers and spent the entire night wishing I was at home with you and watching one of your lame chick flicks while we cuddled on the couch. You think I go to places like that on my own free will? Finn's one of my best friends so I went for him, not for my own pleasure. I didn't want to lie to you but I knew you'd react like this as soon as you knew. That's no excuse though, I know, I should've just told you when I found out and sorted out everything with you then. I'm sorry, Quinn, I really am. I'm such an asshole sometimes" he ended his outburst there; again, hoping his girlfriend would not be so angry with him. Looking down at his sock covered feet sheepishly as he waited for her to reply.
Her hazel eyes were starting to tear up and she swiped at them irritably, not wanting to show him how upset he can make her from making stupid decisions.
Ryan looked up after a minute or so of receiving no reply from the blonde, noticing that she had her head buried in her hands, her body shaking from crying. Without even thinking he made his way over to her, gently taking her wrists in his hands and pulling them away from her face, bending his knees slightly to be eye level with her. Teary hazel eyes bore into soft chocolate brown and Ryan instantly wanted to punch himself for making the love of his life so upset.
"Please, please don't cry because of me sweetheart. I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so sorry. Just please don't cry," Ryan pleaded as he let got of Quinn's wrists and wrapped his powerful arms around her petite shoulders, pulling her into him and letting out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding when she didn't make a move to push him away. Quinn allowed herself to place her arms around Ryan, sucking in a deep breath in order to try and calm down her sobs. Deep down she knew he would have been going to a strip club tonight, she wasn't an idiot, she just didn't realize it would hurt this much or that she would be this jealous.
"Q, babe, please say something? Or even do something. Slap me if you want to. I deserve it, I'm such a dick."
She laughed bitterly into his chest, not even bothering to agree with him on the last part. When she pulled away from him he braced himself for a hard slap across the face, shutting his eyes tightly and leaning his face to the left. After a moment of nothing happening he slowly opened one eye to see his girlfriend with her hands on her hips and a sad expression on her face. He relaxed back into a normal stance and opened both his eyes.
To say he was confused would be an understatement.
"You really think I'm going to hit you, Ry?" she asked him seriously. Not once taking her eyes from his.
"Honestly? Yes, it wouldn't be the first time. I wouldn't blame you though. I lied to you and I'm drunk so I'm sure I've said some of the stupidest things. I do deserve it," he replied truthfully.
Quinn scoffed and walked over to their bed to sit down, "I'm not going to hit you. But I am angry. I just… ugh, I can't believe you lied," she sighed, lifting her right leg up to cross over her left then placing her hands in her lap.
Ryan shifted awkwardly in his spot and scratched the back of his head. Inhaling an uneasy breath he made his way towards the bed, reaching for his back pocket he pulled his wallet out and threw it haphazardly on the bed before sitting down on Quinn's left and looking down at his hands.
"W-what do I do? I mean, how, h-how do I make it up to you and gain your trust back?" his gaze falling on her as he was halfway through asking.
"I don't know. I'm just jealous I guess. I know I overreacted and I'm really not stupid, I did know this would happen tonight. You shouldn't have lied though, we could've avoided all this."
Ryan's brow furrowed at her words, "You did a little but I would've reacted the exact same had it been the other way around. You're wrong about a fight being avoided though. Wether I told you or not we would still be in a similar position to what we are now. Granted I might not be so intoxicated" he chuckled lightly at that which made Quinn smile feebly up at him.
"Why do you think we would've fought if you had told me? Do you really think I'd make a big deal out of you going to the strippers had you been honest with me in the first place?" she questioned. A small part of her wanting to punch her boyfriend after the pointed look he gave her.
"Seriously Q? I know you would've made a big deal out of it. You're not the most trusting person. I mean I understand why you aren't but this is me we're talking about here, your boyfriend of exactly 4 years, 3 months and 17 days. If there's one person you can trust it shou…" Ryan stopped suddenly and Quinn watched the way his face changed from empathetic to a wounded expression as the stark realization that she couldn't trust him made its presence known to him.
"Fuck!" he rose from his seat on the bed abruptly; fists clenched at his sides, startling Quinn, "I knew, I fucking knew I shouldn't have listened to Puck! I shouldn't have gone. I didn't even want to go. Now you don't trust me. Oh god Quinn I am so, so sorry! You don't understand how stupid I feel right now. I've screwed this up now, haven't I?" he questioned his girlfriend as he turned to face her from across the room, stumbling over his own feet slightly, his usually tanned features reddened from his frustration.
"Ry you need to take a deep breath and calm down, okay? Why don't we go to bed and discuss this in the morning when you're sober?" she asked whilst walking over to him, outstretching her hand in the hopes he would take it in his and allow her to lead him back to their bed.
She had no such luck.