As much as she despised this place, Quinn was starting to fall into a rather comfortable routine. Work bright and early in the morning, then run to the high school for classes (because being trapped in an alternate universe is no reason to fall behind in your studies), a walk in the afternoon although as the weather had gotten worse her walks had gotten shorter and shorter, and back to the hotel to do homework and read until she fell asleep. A much more solitary life than she was used to, but it would work until she could get back home to Lima.
At that moment she was just getting ready to leave the high school, history book clutched to her chest, head up but a million miles away, until she caught sight of someone all too familiar. But that wasn't possible, right? This wasn't McKinley. Unless....
I heard a familiar voice and turned to see none other than Quinn Fabray standing before me.
This was obviously just a dream. Probably a wet dream too. I'm sure I'm going to wake up on the locker room floor in a little while. It wasn't fair that I still had dreams like this about her; she was probably going to take her top off like she normally did.
"Quinn...What's going on?" I wondered aloud, not looking her directly in the face.
Oh if only she was aware of what was going through his head. She'd have her thousandth "Oh god, I'm dating an idiot" realization. An incredibly sweet, and gorgeous idiot, but still...
Her grip on her book loosened slightly as she approached him, looking more than a little awestruck. "You're really here?"
I thought about backing away, but I was too confused to react. I just stood there as if I was stuck in mud. Maybe I was and maybe this was going to be another one of those mud wrestling dreams.
So they weren't in Lima. That was disappointing, but this was real. Finn was really there. Without thinking about it, or bothering to answer his question because that was going to be a very long conversation, she wrapped her arms around him.
Nope, no mud. And this hug was definitely too real for me to dream.
Of course, this didn't mean I was going to hug her back. I froze up for a second.
"Wait, stop." I grabbed her shoulders with my hands and gently pushed her away. "Quinn, I can't just...I'm not going to forget about it all that easily."
"You and Puck, that's what!" I wondered briefly how far along she was and if I just startled the baby by how loud I was being. "You don't have to pretend anymore, remember?"
"No, Finn, I..." Fumbling for the right words, one hand went to rest on her slowly expanding stomach and she had the fleeting thought that she really ought to go see the doctor. She hadn't gone since Schue took both of them and they found out it was a girl. "Puck and I have never done...anything. I love you."
"I can't believe you're trying to do this, Quinn. Stop playing mind games. I was a sucker for thinking you got pregnant from the hot tub, but at least I'm not a liar." Okay, so I kissed Rachel and never told her that, but I never slept with her.
At that moment she was just getting ready to leave the high school, history book clutched to her chest, head up but a million miles away, until she caught sight of someone all too familiar. But that wasn't possible, right? This wasn't McKinley. Unless....
"Finn?"
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This was obviously just a dream. Probably a wet dream too. I'm sure I'm going to wake up on the locker room floor in a little while. It wasn't fair that I still had dreams like this about her; she was probably going to take her top off like she normally did.
"Quinn...What's going on?" I wondered aloud, not looking her directly in the face.
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Her grip on her book loosened slightly as she approached him, looking more than a little awestruck. "You're really here?"
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It felt so real though, and I furrowed my brows.
"Where's here anyway?"
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Of course, this didn't mean I was going to hug her back. I froze up for a second.
"Wait, stop." I grabbed her shoulders with my hands and gently pushed her away. "Quinn, I can't just...I'm not going to forget about it all that easily."
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"What are you talking about, Finn? Forget what?"
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"It's over, Quinn. I know Puck's the father. Don't you remember? At Glee...when Rachel told me...god, I-I don't even want to look at you right now."
I am not going to cry. I am not going to cry. I am not going to cry.
I can't stay here. I don't know my way around this strange place, but I can't stand here with her anymore.
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