fanfic: In The Night, PG [1/?] (Finn/Quinn)
Title: In The Night [1/?]
Author: wanderinghope // ipickquinn
Pairing/Character(s): Finn/Quinn
Rating: PG [for now?]
Word Count: 359
Spoilers: Through Ballads.
Summary: A series of nights at the Hudson household.
AN: I wanted to get this posted before tonight's episode so it isn't completely AU. I have more planned though, so we'll see how that goes. Also I think the title is crap-tastic, so if you have a better idea, I'm open to suggestions.
The first time Finn heard his door squeak open in the middle of the night he was slightly disoriented. His mom never came in his room unless she was giving him his clean laundry or telling him dinner was ready and since it was after midnight that clearly wasn’t the reason she was entering. He rationalized that he must be dreaming and decided to not give it another thought. When someone pulled back his sheets and crawled into bed with him, however, he jolted awake. If his mom was crawling in to bed with him be would be more than disoriented, he would be disturbed.
“Mom?” He asked in an uncomfortable voice. He really hoped he was dreaming.
Quinn raised an eyebrow, wondering why Finn would think his mother was in bed with him.
“No. It’s Quinn,” She said back, amused.
Because he was still groggy from being asleep, Finn had forgotten that it had been a couple weeks since he had foolishly sung that song at the Fabray’s, which resulted in Quinn being kicked out and her moving in to his house.
Finn rolled over so he was facing his girlfriend, a look of concern on his face. “Is everything alright? Is something wrong with the baby?” He unconsciously reached towards Quinn’s stomach.
A pang of guilt washed over Quinn at the mention of the baby, Puck’s baby. She pushed it aside and shook her head. “No. We’re fine. I just couldn’t sleep. I’m sorry I woke you up. I can leave…” She trailed off.
“No, it’s fine. Stay,” Finn said as he smiled and pulled Quinn closer to him, keeping his arm around her waist. Quinn snuggled in closer, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder. She breathed in his smell of soap and the slightly spicy scent of his cologne and gave a contented sigh.
Finn gave her a light kiss on the head and murmured a “goodnight” before they fell into a comfortable silence. They didn’t feel the need to talk; they just enjoyed lying together in each other’s arms listening to the steady slow breathing of their partner until they fell asleep.
Author: wanderinghope // ipickquinn
Pairing/Character(s): Finn/Quinn
Rating: PG [for now?]
Word Count: 359
Spoilers: Through Ballads.
Summary: A series of nights at the Hudson household.
AN: I wanted to get this posted before tonight's episode so it isn't completely AU. I have more planned though, so we'll see how that goes. Also I think the title is crap-tastic, so if you have a better idea, I'm open to suggestions.
The first time Finn heard his door squeak open in the middle of the night he was slightly disoriented. His mom never came in his room unless she was giving him his clean laundry or telling him dinner was ready and since it was after midnight that clearly wasn’t the reason she was entering. He rationalized that he must be dreaming and decided to not give it another thought. When someone pulled back his sheets and crawled into bed with him, however, he jolted awake. If his mom was crawling in to bed with him be would be more than disoriented, he would be disturbed.
“Mom?” He asked in an uncomfortable voice. He really hoped he was dreaming.
Quinn raised an eyebrow, wondering why Finn would think his mother was in bed with him.
“No. It’s Quinn,” She said back, amused.
Because he was still groggy from being asleep, Finn had forgotten that it had been a couple weeks since he had foolishly sung that song at the Fabray’s, which resulted in Quinn being kicked out and her moving in to his house.
Finn rolled over so he was facing his girlfriend, a look of concern on his face. “Is everything alright? Is something wrong with the baby?” He unconsciously reached towards Quinn’s stomach.
A pang of guilt washed over Quinn at the mention of the baby, Puck’s baby. She pushed it aside and shook her head. “No. We’re fine. I just couldn’t sleep. I’m sorry I woke you up. I can leave…” She trailed off.
“No, it’s fine. Stay,” Finn said as he smiled and pulled Quinn closer to him, keeping his arm around her waist. Quinn snuggled in closer, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder. She breathed in his smell of soap and the slightly spicy scent of his cologne and gave a contented sigh.
Finn gave her a light kiss on the head and murmured a “goodnight” before they fell into a comfortable silence. They didn’t feel the need to talk; they just enjoyed lying together in each other’s arms listening to the steady slow breathing of their partner until they fell asleep.