She closed the door carefully behind her, wincing at the creak it made. She turned around swiftly and pressed her back against the door, smirking mischievously at the gloriously handsome man staring at across the room. "What was that all about?" He asked nervously, wringing his hands with tense alarm. She sighed and sat down next to him, moving her slender fingers against his arm soothingly and unknowingly seductively. "People here are funny. They work so hard at living they forget how to live." He grinned at her reference to Mr Deed Goes to Town. "Well, I'm your dream prince, reporting for duty!"

"Oh hold me closer… closer…. Closer!" He cut in quickly, saying his line with undoubtedly joy. "If I hold you any closer, I'll be back in ya!

Suddenly her face was solemn, her gaze loving yet fearful. "Listen to them. The children of the night. What music they make."

He gaped at her, admiring her features; the intensity of her eyes, the curves of her heart shaped lips, her stocky and out of place yet fitting nose. "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn." He said, leaning in to kiss her. They melded together and became one voice, one song.

..0….

"Hi Finn… its me, Quinn. I just wanted to- well, maybe we could-. I'll tell you later. Call me."

Quinn sighed and hung up the phone, staring down at her stomach with a mix of sadness and anger. "Why won't he call me! Why! I thought getting married would mean no more unsure 'why won't he call me's' but no….! Uggh!" She said, staring down her body with acrimony. "Arrgh!" She grunted, while grabbing the chocolate buttons that were placed strategically on the dresser.

A knock at the door sounded, and Quinn raced to it, in hopes that it was her infuriating husband. Instead she was greeted with her husband's even more annoying friend, Noah Puckerman. Puck to his friends and to his enemies. Carrying a ton of beer and two football jerseys. "Sup MILF." He said to Quinn, raising his eyebrows in recognition. "Finn's here, right? We got that big game tonight." She stared at him, her heart practically breaking at his words. "We were meant to go out to dinner tonight. I spent a whole hour, looking through clothes that make me look fat, for nothing..." She forced out, stopping only when he paused her. "You ain't fat." He said, eyeing her figure appreciatively. She quirked an eyebrow, smiling happily. Her ass of a husband never said that to her.

"You can come in, if you want." She said, holding the door a little wider and stepping aside. He came in and surveyed the place. "Wanna a beer?" He said, offering u the beer as a sign of friendship. She shrugged and grabbed one, downing it in seconds. He stared at her, amazed. "Whhat?" She asked, wiping the extra foam from the side of her mouth. He shrugged again, and grabbed one and downed it himself. "Never seen a girl drink like that. Most girls are into that apple martini shit. You're different. You're special Quinn, you're just not another girl." He said, his tone growing softer by each syllable.

She didn't know if it was the buzz of the beer, Puck's sweet words or Finn's assness. But all of a sudden they were propped against the door making out, against the wall feeling each other up and on the floor licking each other intimate areas. Once the sober returned to her body, she pushed herself away and stared at him, critically ashamed. "What are we doing? Finn's your best friend. My husband. My…. Ohoooh god… tell me one more time." She said, waiting to hear the words that would drive her over the edge.

"You're not fat. Believe me, this isn't just another hook up for me."

She swallowed the rest of her conscious state and moved her way, down down down into the rabbit hole.

AN

Bleh. I'm so lazy. Sorry guys, but I was just super busy and had no time. Also my inspiration for this story was cut short. I do not own Mr Deed Goes to Town, Dracula or A Day At The Races.

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