A/N: Another late night of writing! 3,063 Words! I think you'll really like this chapter! Once again, thank you for the reviews/favorites/follows/suggestions! I read each one :) I apologize for any mistakes!

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Ever since Finn had gotten home, he couldn't stay still. He was too excited. If he was being honest with himself, he was a little nervous too. This would be the first time that a girl came over to his house that wasn't, well, his girlfriend. It seemed as if being friends with Quinn opened a large variety of firsts for him.

After exhaling, he glanced at the clock. 5:30 P.M.

"Damn it." He muttered impatiently.

Once he'd gotten home, he straightened up the house a bit, took a shower, changed, and added some gel to his hair. For the past thirty minutes, he had been pacing mindlessly in the living room, hoping that time would go by faster. Suddenly, he remembered something. 'Crap! I forgot to ask her about dinner…' Hastily, he pulled out his phone and sent her a quick text.

I almost forgot, but did you want me to pick up some take out? –Finn

For the next few minutes, he paced anxiously as he waited for a reply. Just when he was about to send her another text or possibly call, he got one.

No, no. It's fine :) I'm about to eat right now. I'll be over in about an hour. Looking forward to it! –Quinn

He smiled and sent a brief response.

Alright cool. And me too :) See you then. –Finn

After taking a shaky breath, he began pacing once more.

Finn had just finished brushing his teeth when he heard the doorbell ring. With excitement coursing through his veins, he practically ran to get the door. Taking a deep breath to compose himself, he opened the door and immediately grinned like an idiot when he saw her

Quinn was wearing a pair of jeans, a white blouse with small splashes of orange, and a cardigan. Her gold locks were cascading over her shoulders, naturally.

"You look beautiful." Finn blurted.

Her cheeks flushed as she said modestly, "It's only something I threw on. Besides, I'm not even wearing any make-up."

He chuckled softly before replying honestly, "That doesn't matter; I think you always look stunning, no matter what you're wearing. With or without make-up."

Quinn looked up at him with a warm smile. "Thank you, Finn."

Finn returned the smile and they looked at each other for a few seconds before he said, "Well, come on in! I was just about to put the popcorn in the microwave."

"It's good that I came when I did," Quinn began playfully as she walked into the house, "Wouldn't want you to burn down the house, or worse, the popcorn."

"Pffttt… I can definitely handle popcorn." He retorted just as playfully.

"Well, I'm going to help you just in case." She replied and bumped his shoulder with her own.

"Fine…" he drawled after sighing dramatically. "I guess you can help."

Quinn laughed as she walked into the kitchen with Finn trailing behind her. Ten minutes later, they were sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn between them.

"Which movie would you like to watch, Q?" Finn asked politely as he handed her a DVD binder.

After scanning through the first few pages, she laughed softly and looked over at him. "Really, Finn, you still own Disney movies?"

"Hey! Those are classics!" he said defensively.

She laughed again, louder this time, before saying, "Okay, okay! I'm sorry! But, uhm, we could watch…" she smirked as she said, "The Last Song."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "What's that about? I don't remember ever seeing that movie."

"Oh, you know, just one of the best romance movies out there right now." She replied nonchalantly.

Finn immediately groaned. "What? No way! I am not watching a chick flick! I'm a guy!" He then muttered, "Man, I should've hid all of the movies that Kurt and my mom bought."

"Aww, please Finn? For me?" she pouted while looking at him with puppy-dog eyes.

He knew that he would regret this, but he'd do anything for her. Even if it meant watching some cheesy chick flick.

Sighing, he replied, "Fine. But don't expect me to cry or anything. Actually, I probably won't even understand it."

Quinn giggled before smiling at him. "Okay, great!"

Exhaling, Finn took the disc, went over to the DVD player, and placed the disc in the tray. He then trudged back over to the couch and returned to his seat. After pointing the remote at the T.V. to turn it on and pressing play, he looked at Quinn.

As the opening of the movie began, she looked over at him and they smiled at one another. She then turned her attention back to the movie and he sighed.

For the first thirty minutes of the movie, they didn't do much aside from silently munch on the popcorn. Finn gave up on watching the movie after about ten minutes and had been staring at Quinn ever since. He didn't think there'd ever be a time when he got tired of looking at her. In his eyes, she was perfect.

"What?" Quinn whispered as she glanced at him and saw him looking at her.

"Oh, uh, n-nothing." He replied, obviously caught off guard. 'Wait a second…' he thought as a smile grew on his face. "Actually, you don't look very comfortable. Come over here." He said softly as he waved her towards him.

She bit her lip. "Uhm, I don't know if that's such a good idea…"

"C'mon, Quinn," he interjected. "We've known each other for years, so it won't be that weird. And I am concerned about your health. I wouldn't want your back to get hurt from sitting uncomfortably." He knew that he was stretching their "friends" boundary, but for once, he didn't care.

Quinn knew that she should just say no, but there was a part of her that wanted nothing more than to be close to him, and not in the way that they had been in the past week. 'I guess it wouldn't be so bad to think with my heart for once, instead of my head… Oh, what the hell.'

She smiled at him and said quietly, "Okay."

On the inside, Finn was ecstatic. However, he managed to contain the joy he felt a little bit by simply grinning and pulling her towards him.

A giggle escaped Quinn's lips. It was just like him to take the situation into his own hands. Literally.

Once he had pulled her close enough, Finn wrapped an arm around her. Quinn rested her head on his shoulder almost immediately, as if on instinct. Both of them smiled at how natural this felt; how right it felt.

After Quinn turned her attention once more to the television, Finn turned his gaze to her again.

A little before the movie came to an end, he noticed that she had fallen asleep. The corners of his lips turned up. 'I swear she looks like an angel when she sleeps.' Hesitantly, he placed a kiss on the top of her head. He then made himself a little more comfortable on the couch, being careful not to jostle her, and fell asleep with a smile on his face and the girl he loved on his arm.

"You're seriously going to make me shop with you?" Finn asked in astonishment.

"We're at a mall, Finn. This means that there are stores. Ergo, shopping." Quinn replied with a roll of her eyes.

"That's not true! There is also a movie theatre, arcade, and food court. Why do we have to spend a wonderful Saturday afternoon shopping? I don't even need any new clothes!" he said with a pout.

She smiled and was about to make a witty remark when she spotted Santana and Brittany. "San! Britt!" she squealed as she picked up her pace to catch up with them.

Finn laughed and followed behind her, much slower.

They were already in some deep conversation about clothes or something by the time he came up to them.

"Hey, Hudson!" Finn looked around at the sound of his name and spotted Puck waving him over. He was standing with Mike and Sam by the entrance to the arcade.

Glancing at Quinn to make sure that she was still talking to the others, he hurriedly walked over to them.

"Hey, guys." He greeted them. "What's up?"

"Oh, you know, just scouting the grounds for any potential conquests." Puck replied with a smirk. Mike shot him an annoyed look. Finn just laughed.

"Hey, excuse me." Sam muttered before walking off.

Finn raised an eyebrow. "What's with him?"

Puck shrugged. "So, what are you doing here?"

"Guess."

"Well… I'm guessing that it has something to do with Quinn." Puck said with a small smile.

"Wait, what?" Mike piped up, curious.

Finn was just about to make an excuse when Puck said, "Finn's in love with Quinn. Where have you been, Chang?"

"What? Is that true, Finn?" Mike asked, clearly shocked.

Finn shot Puck a menacing glare, which he just shook off. "Dude, its Mike. He isn't going to tell anyone."

After sighing, Finn muttered in agreement before addressing Mike. "Yeah, it's true."

"Oh, uh, that's great, dude!" Mike said cheerfully.

"Oi, Finn, you didn't answer my question. Why are you here?" Puck already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear him say it out loud.

Finn sighed. "Quinn wanted to go shopping… and she wanted me to come with her."

Puck and Mike shared a look before busting up in laughter.

"Hey, it's not that funny!" Finn said defensively as his cheeks flushed a little in embarrassment.

Puck coughed until he finally controlled his laughter. "Sorry, bro, I wasn't laughing at you, I was just, uh…. Anyway, I understand why you came. What with the whole "she's the one" thing."

Finn just nodded and glanced over in the direction that Quinn had been in. He froze when he noticed that she was no longer talking to Santana and Brittany. No, now she was talking to Sam. Actually, it looked more like flirting. 'I'm probably just paranoid. I mean, she was never really into Sam, right? Naw. At least, I'm pretty sure she wasn't… Shit what-'

He snapped out of his daze when he felt Puck slap him.

"Ow, dude! What the hell?" he exclaimed, placing a hand on his cheek.

"You wouldn't snap out of your little trance! I'm sorry! But, as I asked about fifty times already, did you want to hang out with us at the arcade for a bit?"

"Uh, let me just tell Quinn." He said quietly, dropping his hand back to his side.

The short walk over to her felt like it took a lot longer than it should of.

"Hey," he said quietly, interrupting whatever Sam was saying, which got him an irritated look from him.

"Yes, Finn?" Quinn asked as she turned her head towards him. 'Does she sound annoyed?' he thought to himself worriedly.

"I, uh, was wondering if I could hang out with Puck and Mike for a bit." He replied.

She raised an eyebrow at him and laughed a little. "You don't need my permission, Finn. Go ahead. I'll text you when I'm ready to leave." And with that, she turned back to Sam.

"Yeah, sure." He muttered, trying to disguise his hurt.

As Finn walked slowly towards the guys, he felt someone tap him on the shoulder.

"Santana?" he questioned in shock. 'Isn't today just full of pleasant surprises.'

"There's only one me, Finnocence." She said dryly.

"I know… but what are you doing here, talking to me?"

She hesitated before saying, "I wanted to talk to you about Quinn."

Finn furrowed his eyebrows. "But… why?"

"Okay, look, Quinn is one of my best friends. And, despite everything, I don't really hate you that much. Anyway, I know that you're in love with her."

He stared at her with wide eyes. "What? N-no I'm not…" he trailed off meekly.

She just stared at him with a knowing look. "I have eyes, you know. I've seen the way you stare at her during lunch. Like you're an idiot, which you are, who's just seen the light."

Finn just nodded along, not bothering to disagree with Santana. She was right, for the most part, anyway.

"Listen, you really hurt her when you broke her heart for the second time. Why the hell would you break-up with her at a funeral?" She knew that she should get her point across quickly, but she was curious.

"I made a mistake." He replied honestly with a shrug.

"Wait- what?" She was not expecting that answer.

Finn took a deep breath. He couldn't believe that he was about to tell Santana Lopez this. "I made a mistake. I was just too stupid to realize it before. I'm in love with Quinn. I've always been in love with her. Even when I was with Rachel, I was still in love with her. And I screwed everything up."

Santana was taken aback. She had definitely not been expecting that. "Look, Finn, you have to tell her. Before it's too late." She nodded her head in the direction of Quinn and Sam.

He looked down. "I can't do that. I don't want to make her uncomfortable or possibly lose her for good. I've been selfish these past two years. Honestly, I was going to tell her how I felt on Monday, but I didn't because I thought that she should decide what happened between us. And she did… we're friends. Just friends." His voice cracked a little at the end.

It was then that Santana did something that neither of them expected. She hugged him.

After a couple seconds, she let go and stepped back. "Finn, if you don't tell her, you're never going to be more than friends with her. She won't be the first one to admit her feelings. You've hurt her twice, so she's bound to be on the defense."

"Wait… do you really think that she might feel the same way?" Finn asked, unable to keep the hope out of his voice.

"I think so." She replied with a small smile. "You'll never find out if you don't try."

"Why are you helping me?" he asked curiously.

"Because… I want Quinn to be happy. And I think that you're the only one who can do that for her." She said sincerely. After a second, she added seriously, "But if you break her heart a third time, I swear that I will not hesitate to go all Lima Heights on your ass. Don't expect to be able to throw a football ever again."

Finn smiled, although her threat scared him. "Thanks, Santana. If she actually gives me another chance, I swear I won't break her heart."

She smiled back at him briefly before it was gone and she said in her normal bitchy tone, "You better not, Frankenteen." Before she turned to walk away, she gave him a wink.

Finn laughed, still in disbelief that this conversation happened. 'Are Santana and I friends now?' he just shook his head, threw one more glance at Quinn, then joined a very annoyed Puck and Mike.

"What took you so long?" They asked in unison.

"Just catching up with a friend… I think."

They gave him questioning looks, but he just shrugged. "So, who's up for a game of air hockey?"

"Today was definitely a successful shopping day!" Quinn gushed as Finn helped her put the bags into his car.

He just forced a tight smile and nodded along. For the past few hours, he couldn't stop thinking about the conversation he had with Santana. She said that if he never tried, he'd never know. 'Should I try now?' he thought to himself, completely clueless.

"Earth to Finn! Are you there?" Quinn asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh- uh, yeah?" he asked quickly.

"Is something wrong? You don't seem like yourself today."

"Oh, I'm perfectly fine!" he fibbed with a fake smile.

She could tell that something was wrong, but she simply smiled and said, "Okay!"

As they got into the car, she turned towards him. "Finn, there's something I wanted to tell you."

Finn immediately snapped his head towards her. "Yeah?"

"Yeah…" she drawled nervously while she fidgeted with her hands. "Uhm, I'm sorry that I seemed kind of rude earlier, it's just that Sam said something that surprised me…"

He raised an eyebrow and questioned, "What'd he tell you?"

Taking a deep breath, she looked at him and said, "He wants to get back together with me."

Finn felt like he had been hit in the gut by a sledgehammer.

He gulped before asking quietly, "And what did you say?"

"I told him that I would think about it." She replied.

"What's there to think about?" he asked bitterly.

Quinn sighed. "I don't know, Finn. I was hoping I could talk to you about it."

He stared at her. "Talk about what?"

She rolled her eyes and asked slightly annoyed, "Should I get back together with Sam?"

Finn couldn't believe that she was asking him this. "Uh… hmm…"

Quinn was starting to become angry. "Finn, it's a simple question."

"Look, Finn, you have to tell her. Before it's too late." Santana was right. "No." he said simply.

"Why not?" She asked him. When he didn't reply, she said a little harshly, "Finn, give me one reason why I shouldn't get back together with him."

'It's now or never.' Taking a shaky breath, he gently cupped Quinn's cheek and stared into her gorgeous hazel eyes as he said softly, "I don't want you to get back together with Sam because I'm in love with you."

She stared at him and felt tears begin to form in her eyes. "F-Finn…"

"I'm sorry." he interrupted. "I'm sorry about breaking-up with you in the first place. I'm sorry for choosing Rachel. I'm sorry for hurting you. I was stupid, Quinn. Stupid and blind. It's always been you. I've been in love with you from the moment I met you. If you give me another chance, I promise that I will never hurt you again. I know that this may sound selfish, but I… I can't live without you Quinn. You're the one. I'm sorry if it seems like I am forcing-"

He was cut off when her lips crashed against his.

Well, what do you all think? Reviews & Suggestions are greatly appreciated! Oh, and if you had any ideas for duets, let me know too. I have one in mind already, but I have a feeling this will be a long story, so, who know? Thanks for reading! :)