Hey guys.
I was on a writing spree earlier and managed to bust this one out.
It's short for now but the next chapter should make up for it. I'll try and have it up in the next couple of days.
Enjoy :)
"No Q! I need to explain myself to you now!" he all but shouted at her with determination, "I need for you to trust and forgive me," was whimpered out next, his clenched fists unravelling as his hands hung limply at his sides, head dropping to the floor again as he stared at his feet with misty eyes.
She did feel a little sorry for him in that moment, he looked so young given his short stature and drunken state. It was short lived though as she remembered that he was the one in the wrong, not her.
"Sweetheart, I do forgive you. I know going there wasn't your idea and I understand why you never told me, too. It was wrong for you to lie, like I said though, I probably would've done the same. As for my trust, well, it may be a little fractured at the moment but you'll earn it back," Quinn stated with a sad looking smile adorning her face. She gently reached up for his chin and tilted his head until he was looking at her face, "but right now you need to take a shower. I almost forgot about how much you reek of alcohol and smoke. Can you do that for me, Ry?" he nodded into her hand as she tenderly stroked his cheek with her thumb.
Smiling a heartfelt smile Ryan moved his body into the blondes and engulfed her in a hug, which she responded to immediately.
"I'm sorry," he whispered into her hair, his grip around her lithe body tightening slightly as if he could convey his earnestness through touch.
"Babe you smell a lot worse after your workouts, believe me," they both chuckled knowingly before Quinn sighed, "I know you are and I really do forgive you," she told him truthfully as she leaned out of his arms and looked into his brown orbs, "now get in the shower and hurry back. I want to get my cuddle on," she added playfully as she swatted him on the butt.
"Ok, ok, I'm going, jeez" he let out as he stumbled away for the bathroom, loudly closing the door behind him.
A few seconds later the door re-opened and Quinn watched as Ryan placed his phone on the top of their shared dresser and turned to her with a smirk on his face, "So, from what you just said, does that mean I don't have to sleep on the couch tonight?" he questioned cheekily with a raised eyebrow.
"Don't push your luck, Mister, you're on thin ice as it is" Quinn replied with a smirk of her own.
She watched as he pouted and turned back into the bathroom, but not before attempting to wink at her in his drunken state, which made Quinn stifle a giggle.
She took a deep breath in through her nose and then exhaled through her mouth, turning around, she walked towards the dresser and stepped out of the sweatpants she was wearing, neatly folding them and placing them in Ryan's drawer, before pulling the Yale sweater off and proceeding to fold that and replace it in her own drawer, leaving her in a pair of blue boy short underwear and a black tank top that didn't quite reach her hips.
Quinn walked back out toward the kitchen, refilling Ryan's previous glass with water again and grabbing the box of ibuprofen from the kitchen counter. As she headed back to their bedroom she heard the distinctive sound of Ryan's phone blaring The Pusscycat Dolls "Don't Cha". Puzzled, she placed the items on his bedside table and walked over to his phone.