A/N: Sorry that I took longer to post. You'll see why once you read! Thank you for the reviews! Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter! R&R!
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Glee.
Taking a moment to breathe, they leaned their foreheads against one another's.
"Wow." Finn said softly with a smile.
"Yeah." Quinn breathed in agreement.
Finn was starting to lean back in when he felt Quinn place a hand gently, yet firmly, on his chest. He pulled back and looked at her questioningly.
She bit her lip. "Finn… you don't know how badly I want this. But I just need some time to think."
"Think?" He echoed, clearly confused.
She took a small breath before replying. "I just… I want it to work out between us the next time we're together. I heard everything you said and I know that you're ready… but I want to make sure that I am."
"Oh." Finn said as he looked away. He couldn't disguise the disappointment and hurt in his voice.
"Finn," Quinn began softly as she turned his face towards her. "Please don't take this the wrong way. I do have feelings for you. I just need to be sure that I'm ready…" she trailed off quietly.
If she was being honest with herself, she was still a little uncertain about whether she could trust Finn with her heart again. Of course, she heard everything that he said, and she knew that he had meant each word. But he had told her things like this before... and changed his mind. 'How can I know for sure that I can trust him completely?'
Finn wanted to argue with her, but he decided against it. He didn't want to force her into a relationship. If she needed time, he'd give her it.
"Okay." he replied with a sad smile.
"Thank you." she murmured before giving him a light, lingering kiss. She then settled herself into the seat and looked out the window.
He looked at her for a moment longer before exhaling and settling into his own seat. He then started the car. 'This has been one hell of a day.'
After he dropped Quinn off at her house, Finn immediately went home. All he wanted to do was sleep. This day had exhausted him more than any other.
Once he had parked and pulled the key out of the ignition, he heard his phone ringing. Sighing in annoyance, he picked it up and asked a little rudely, "What?"
"Whoa there, Finnocence. No need to be a prick." Santana replied crossly.
"What do you want, Santana?" he asked tiredly. He wasn't in the mood for a lecture.
"Quinn called me twenty minutes ago." she replied simply.
He groaned. "Do we have to do this right now?"
"Yes." she spat.
"Fine. What is there to talk about, though? I took your advice. She said she would think about it. The end." he said flatly.
"No, not the end. Finn, you have to make a grand gesture; show her how much you care about her." The way she said it made it sound like it was obvious.
"I told her that I was in love with her and always have been. Isn't that enough?"
Santana scoffed. "No, you idiot, that's not enough. You're trying to win over the girl you've broken-up with twice. It's going to take a lot more than a declaration of your love to get her back."
Finn furrowed his eyebrows. "Like what? Buy her flowers and chocolates?"
"No!" she shouted into the phone. "You have to give her something that money can't buy."
"Like a homemade present?" He was completely confused.
"Seriously? No, you are not going to give her a homemade present. Do I really have to spell it out for you?"
Finn paused before asking, rather stupidly, "What?"
"Someone's been sacked one too many times. Finn, you're going to sing to her."
"Sing?" he echoed in disbelief.
"Yes, sing." Santana confirmed, clearly irritated.
He was still confused, but he decided to go along with it. "Okay… which song?"
She sighed loudly in exasperation. "Whatever song that tells her how you feel about her."
"I don't get how this is any different than me telling her how I feel." he remarked.
"Because this way it's special. You're going to serenade her in front of everyone in glee on Monday."
His eyes grew wide. "Why everyone?"
'Can he really be this stupid?' Santana thought to herself. "Frankenteen, you need to show her that you want to be with her. By singing to her in front of the others, you're basically saying that you love her and don't care if the whole world knows it. Hell, you want them to know. Besides, singing is so much more meaningful than a boring old speech."
"Okay, I get it." he said honestly. "But if I do this, aren't I ignoring her request for time?"
She sighed. "I'm going to let you in on a little secret. She lied when she said that she needed time to think. She's just waiting for you to actually show her that she can open her heart up to you again. Nobody wants their heart broken for a third time."
Finn's heart ached when she said that. He hated himself for ever hurting Quinn. "Alright, I'll do it. I'll sing to her."
"It better be one hell of a performance." she remarked pointedly.
"It will be. It's for Quinn; she deserves only the best." he assured her confidently.
Santana smiled into the phone. "Alright, well I have better things to be doing. By-"
"Thank you, Santana, for everything." Finn interjected, honesty dripping from each word.
"You're welcome, Finn. You better make my girl happy." she replied warmly, which was rare for her.
"I promise that I will. Oh, and one more thing."
"Hmm?"
He gulped before asking hesitantly, "Santana, are we friends now?"
She laughed a little. "Maybe. At the very least, I don't hate you anymore."
Finn smiled. "That's good to hear. I'll see you on Monday."
"Alright. Goodnight, Finn." And with that, she hung up before he even got a chance to return the farewell.
'This really has been one hell of a day.' He thought to himself as he got out of his car and headed towards his house.
By the time school came around on Monday, Finn was in a fit of nerves. Sure, he had sung love songs with Rachel all the time. But this was different. He was going to serenade Quinn. This was something that he had never done before. Well, he had never done it under these circumstances. The only other time he had done it was when he told the Fabrays about the baby. That didn't exactly end well.
As he walked through the halls, Finn felt someone clamp their hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, dude." Puck greeted.
"Hey." Finn echoed, still slightly shaken from his sudden appearance. "Dude, don't sneak up on me again. You scared the shit out of me."
Puck chuckled. "Fine, whatever. So, I talked to Santana last night."
"Oh?" Finn asked nonchalantly.
"Yeah. And she told me all about your little plan today."
"Well, it was more her plan than mine." Finn mumbled.
"So? It's going to take some balls to get up in front of everyone and sing about your feelings to a chick." Puck retorted.
"Not a chick, dude. It's Quinn." A lazy smile came across his face when he said her name.
Puck couldn't hide the genuine smile that graced his features. He really was happy that his best friend was in love. "You're right. Anyway, I was wondering if you needed any help."
Finn pursed his lips in thought. "Yeah, actually, I do. Do you think you could play the guitar for me?"
Puck nodded. "Sure, no problem."
Finn smiled. "Thanks, bro. I really appreciate this."
"It's nothing." Puck replied with a nonchalant wave of his hand. After saying a brief goodbye, the boys headed off in different directions.
The rest of the day seemed to pass by in a blur. Before Finn knew it, he was walking through the door of the choir room. Immediately, his eyes searched for Quinn. He found her sitting in the front row… with Sam sitting right next to her. A frown came across his face and he let out an annoyed huff. 'Why the hell can't he back off?'
Finn was just standing in the doorway, staring, when he felt someone pull on his arm.
"C'mon, Finnocence." Santana said curtly as she tugged him towards two open chairs.
It was then that Quinn looked up and her eyes landed on Finn. At first she smiled, but when she saw him being pulled by Santana, her smile faltered. She felt a pang of jealousy instantly. 'He couldn't have moved on already, right?' Not wanting to seem weak, she moved her attention to Sam and began talking to him, making sure to touch his arm.
"Did you plan everything out?" Santana asked Finn casually.
He nodded once then turned his gaze to Quinn. Once again, he felt as if he had gotten hit in the stomach. She was talking to him. And touching his arm. He couldn't help but think in distress, 'What the fuck is going on between them? I thought she had feelings for me!'
Noticing that he was, once again, not paying attention to her, Santana sighed in annoyance. Quickly, she glanced over in the direction he was staring at. 'Oh.'
"Finn," she began, tugging his arm in attempt to make him listen. When that didn't work, she pinched him.
"Ow! Why do people keep doing stuff like that?" he asked crossly.
"Because you tend to completely check out of the universe; it's the only way to make you snap out of it." she replied. "Look, don't pay any attention to that. She's just… I don't know, probably trying to make you jealous."
"What?" he asked in disbelief. "She's the one who needed time. Why would she try to make me jealous?" He didn't mention that it was working.
"Probably because you're over here with me." Santana said with a shrug.
Finn let out a long breath. Girls were really confusing sometimes. "Then should I go over to her or something?"
"No." she stated firmly. "Just wait until class starts, okay? Trust me, this will work."
He just nodded, praying that she was right.
After what felt like forever to him, the bell rang and Mr. Schuester came in.
"Hey everyone!" he greeted cheerfully.
After receiving murmured replies, he began to talk again. "So, I was hoping we could discuss a few more song choices…"
As he talked, Finn focused on calming his nerves. 'I have to show her how much I love her. That I'm the one for her.'
Once Mr. Schue was done talking, Finn raised his hand.
He looked at him curiously. "Yes, Finn?"
"Uh, I was wondering if I could sing something I've been working on." He was surprised that his voice didn't shake. After a second, he added, "It's really important."
"Oh, uh, okay. Go ahead." Mr. Schue replied with a gesture of his hand and moved off towards the side.
"Thanks." Finn muttered while he got out of his seat.
"Break a leg." Santana said quietly in support.
Puck joined Finn in the center of the room. "You got this, bro." He said quietly as he picked up his guitar and Finn just nodded his head in acknowledgement.
"This song is dedicated to someone really special to me." He said, his voice sounding surprisingly confident, as he looked at Quinn. He then cued Puck and the band.
"Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times
But somehow I want more
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved, and she will be loved"
While Finn sang, he kept his eyes on Quinn the entire time. Love and affection shone within his brown orbs.
"Tap on my window, knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along, yeah
My heart is full and my door's always open
You come anytime you want, yeah
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved, and she will be loved
And she will be loved, and she will be loved!"
Quinn couldn't contain the tears that had pooled in her eyes. She had never been serenaded before; not like this. It was then that she came to the realization that Finn truly did love her. She smiled as happy tears rolled down her cheeks.
"I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls"
Finn then walked up to Quinn and stood right in front of her. As the band played, he gently grabbed her hand, interlacing their fingers, and gave her a lopsided grin.
"Yeah, tap on my window, knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved, and she will be loved
And she will be loved, and she will be loved
Yeah, I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain"
While everyone applauded, Quinn stood up, keeping their fingers interlaced. The tears were still trailing down her cheeks, but she had a large smile on her face. She brought her other hand up to his face and stroked his cheek affectionately.
"Thank you." She whispered softly before pulling him in for a passionate kiss.
"Uh, guys, we still have rehearsal." Mr. Shue said rather loudly after about five seconds.
They broke apart and smiled at each other. After muttering an apology, they took a seat next to each other in the back row. Finn briefly let his gaze wander, wondering what everyone's reaction would be. Most of the members wore looks of shock. Puck and Santana were smiling. Rachel and Sam were glaring with a scowl on their faces.
While Mr. Shuester began to talk again, Finn turned his gaze back to Quinn, who was already looking at him. They smiled fondly at each and Finn felt his heart beat faster. Neither of them had ever felt happier than they did in this moment.
So, what'd you think? Song: She Will Be Loved - Maroon 5; I do not own this song!; Anyway, it took a little longer because I couldn't decide on which song to use. Eventually, I chose this one. Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Let me know what you think or want to see! Thanks!