Fic: i don't want to miss you anymore
Title: i don't want to miss you anymore
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Betas: Lindsay (rowofstars)
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Word Count: 1,235
Characters/Pairings: Quinn, Blaine (Quinn/Blaine)
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: It's been five years since they last saw each other.
A/N: Written for Day 3 of Quaine week, Future!Quaine.
He hasn't seen her in five years, not since she graduated high school, but somehow there she is, in the same bookstore as he is in Philadelphia.
He's here on a break, a random getaway for himself, and of all the places to see her, he can't believe it's here.
She's wearing a light blue dress, white flats on her feet, and her hair spills down her back in long blonde waves.
He smiles a little, remembering the dresses she wore in high school, the careful way she always presented herself. She was confident then, and he can see that she's confident now, but now it's more natural, when before it was forced, a mask she wore to hide her true problems.
It's too easy to also remember the way her lips felt under his, her body under his hands, the summer fling they had before she disappeared from Lima completely.
He still thinks about it, and wonders if she does too.
He approaches her, and she looks up when he says her name, her expression slightly surprised before her eyes widen.
"Blaine! Hey!"
She puts the book in her hands down and hugs him, her arms circling his neck. He laughs a little and hugs her back.
"How are you?" she asks when she pulls away.
"I'm good. Doing the school thing."
Her eyebrows rise. "Here?"
"No, up in Boston. What about you?"
"Same thing, but here." She laughs and shakes her head. "That's so funny that we'd run into each other here. So random."
Something passes between them, something that feels a lot less random, and more like fate, and there's another brief laugh shared between them.
Before he quite knows what he's doing, he asks if she wants to go to dinner that night, to catch up.
She readily agrees, and asks where he's staying, saying she'll pick him up later.
She turns up right on time later that night, dressed now in a deep pink dress, low black heels on her feet. Her hair is pulled back on the sides, and he almost feels breathless at how beautiful she is.
They go to one of her favorite restaurants, and spend two hours filling each other in on the last five years. It's easier than he thought it would be, almost like it's only been a few weeks since they last saw each other.
He asks at one point if she's seeing anybody, and she shakes her head, a small humorless smile curving her lips.
"There was someone." Her voice is quiet, and a little distant sounding. "During undergrad. It - it ended."
She frowns a little, staring down at her plate, and he can tell it didn't end favorably. There's a surge of anger at whoever had the audacity to ever hurt her, and he shakes his head.
"I'm sorry, Quinn."
She looks up at him and shrugs, tilting her head a little. "College is about learning new things, and I definitely learned a lot." She raises her hand to her forehead, rubbing her fingers briefly against her hairline. "Things got kind of bad for me after that, but after everything that happened in high school, I knew that I couldn't handle it on my own. So I got myself a good therapist, and everything's great now."
She smiles, and he returns it, feeling a flash of pride at how far she's come since he last saw her.
"What about you?"
He shrugs. "There were a couple of girlfriends, but they weren't - they didn't last very long." He looks up at her. "There's nobody now, though."
It's there again, that feeling of destiny, like something is meant to happen while he's here, and then it passes when the waiter stops by to refill their drinks.
They walk to the car after dinner, and she turns to him once they're inside, asking hesitantly if he wants to go back to her place.
He says yes.
Sometime later, they're on her couch, still talking as they sip coffee, music floating softly around the room.
To his surprise, she doesn't live in an apartment, but in a small house, all on her own. He can see her personality shine through in every facet of it. The decorating is nice and understated, the kitchen organized to a fault. The whole place is spotless, and he knows this is how she maintains her sense of order, keeping not only herself together, but her environment as well.
They haven't yet talked about high school, seeming to tiptoe around the subject, but he feels like it's coming closer and closer to the surface.
He shakes his head when she asks if he wants more coffee, and she carries their mugs into the kitchen.
She walks back in a moment later, and he takes the plunge. "I still think about it, you know."
She slows to a stop next to the couch, and he looks up at her. "Us. What happened after you graduated."
She settles beside him again, sliding her hands over her thighs, and then nods, smiling a little.
"So do I."
He looks down at his hands a moment, and then back up at her. "And then you left. You didn't even say goodbye, you were just - gone."
She sighs. "I'm sorry, Blaine. I just - I had to get out. I had to leave, and I knew if I thought too much about it, I'd never do it."
He nods. "I know. I'm not mad - well, I was for a little while - but after a while I just missed you. I missed us, whatever it was we had." He smiles a little. "But I'm just glad to see you doing so much better now. I'm proud of you, Quinn."
She smiles brilliantly, ducking her head, and when she looks up again, he leans forward and presses his lips to hers.
She's surprised at first, and he almost pulls back, but then her hand rises to his face, cupping his cheek as she kisses him again.
His fingers slide into her hair, and he deepens the kiss when her mouth opens under his, slipping his tongue against hers.
The move to the bedroom isn't really a question.
Her head is on his chest later as they lie in bed, her arm wrapped around his midsection, and his fingers are in her hair, running lazily along the soft strands.
"How long are you here for?" she asks softly.
He hears the hint of sadness in her voice, and takes a breath. "The rest of the week."
"And then back to Boston?"
He nods. "And then back to Boston."
She sighs, her breath warm on his chest, and he brings his free hand to rest on her arm, gently stroking her skin.
"I missed you, Blaine. I really did." She shakes her head. "I don't want to miss you anymore."
He smiles a little, feeling a low fluttering in his stomach.
"I'm done with undergrad at the end of this semester."
She sits up at his words, her gaze intense on his face, and his smile widens as he runs his hand down her arm.
"I could come here for grad school."
She smiles tentatively, hope flaring in her eyes, and he raises his hand to her cheek, catching a stray section of hair between his fingers and pushing it behind her ear.
"I don't want to miss you anymore either."
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Betas: Lindsay (rowofstars)
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Word Count: 1,235
Characters/Pairings: Quinn, Blaine (Quinn/Blaine)
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize? Ain't mine.
Summary: It's been five years since they last saw each other.
A/N: Written for Day 3 of Quaine week, Future!Quaine.
He hasn't seen her in five years, not since she graduated high school, but somehow there she is, in the same bookstore as he is in Philadelphia.
He's here on a break, a random getaway for himself, and of all the places to see her, he can't believe it's here.
She's wearing a light blue dress, white flats on her feet, and her hair spills down her back in long blonde waves.
He smiles a little, remembering the dresses she wore in high school, the careful way she always presented herself. She was confident then, and he can see that she's confident now, but now it's more natural, when before it was forced, a mask she wore to hide her true problems.
It's too easy to also remember the way her lips felt under his, her body under his hands, the summer fling they had before she disappeared from Lima completely.
He still thinks about it, and wonders if she does too.
He approaches her, and she looks up when he says her name, her expression slightly surprised before her eyes widen.
"Blaine! Hey!"
She puts the book in her hands down and hugs him, her arms circling his neck. He laughs a little and hugs her back.
"How are you?" she asks when she pulls away.
"I'm good. Doing the school thing."
Her eyebrows rise. "Here?"
"No, up in Boston. What about you?"
"Same thing, but here." She laughs and shakes her head. "That's so funny that we'd run into each other here. So random."
Something passes between them, something that feels a lot less random, and more like fate, and there's another brief laugh shared between them.
Before he quite knows what he's doing, he asks if she wants to go to dinner that night, to catch up.
She readily agrees, and asks where he's staying, saying she'll pick him up later.
She turns up right on time later that night, dressed now in a deep pink dress, low black heels on her feet. Her hair is pulled back on the sides, and he almost feels breathless at how beautiful she is.
They go to one of her favorite restaurants, and spend two hours filling each other in on the last five years. It's easier than he thought it would be, almost like it's only been a few weeks since they last saw each other.
He asks at one point if she's seeing anybody, and she shakes her head, a small humorless smile curving her lips.
"There was someone." Her voice is quiet, and a little distant sounding. "During undergrad. It - it ended."
She frowns a little, staring down at her plate, and he can tell it didn't end favorably. There's a surge of anger at whoever had the audacity to ever hurt her, and he shakes his head.
"I'm sorry, Quinn."
She looks up at him and shrugs, tilting her head a little. "College is about learning new things, and I definitely learned a lot." She raises her hand to her forehead, rubbing her fingers briefly against her hairline. "Things got kind of bad for me after that, but after everything that happened in high school, I knew that I couldn't handle it on my own. So I got myself a good therapist, and everything's great now."
She smiles, and he returns it, feeling a flash of pride at how far she's come since he last saw her.
"What about you?"
He shrugs. "There were a couple of girlfriends, but they weren't - they didn't last very long." He looks up at her. "There's nobody now, though."
It's there again, that feeling of destiny, like something is meant to happen while he's here, and then it passes when the waiter stops by to refill their drinks.
They walk to the car after dinner, and she turns to him once they're inside, asking hesitantly if he wants to go back to her place.
He says yes.
Sometime later, they're on her couch, still talking as they sip coffee, music floating softly around the room.
To his surprise, she doesn't live in an apartment, but in a small house, all on her own. He can see her personality shine through in every facet of it. The decorating is nice and understated, the kitchen organized to a fault. The whole place is spotless, and he knows this is how she maintains her sense of order, keeping not only herself together, but her environment as well.
They haven't yet talked about high school, seeming to tiptoe around the subject, but he feels like it's coming closer and closer to the surface.
He shakes his head when she asks if he wants more coffee, and she carries their mugs into the kitchen.
She walks back in a moment later, and he takes the plunge. "I still think about it, you know."
She slows to a stop next to the couch, and he looks up at her. "Us. What happened after you graduated."
She settles beside him again, sliding her hands over her thighs, and then nods, smiling a little.
"So do I."
He looks down at his hands a moment, and then back up at her. "And then you left. You didn't even say goodbye, you were just - gone."
She sighs. "I'm sorry, Blaine. I just - I had to get out. I had to leave, and I knew if I thought too much about it, I'd never do it."
He nods. "I know. I'm not mad - well, I was for a little while - but after a while I just missed you. I missed us, whatever it was we had." He smiles a little. "But I'm just glad to see you doing so much better now. I'm proud of you, Quinn."
She smiles brilliantly, ducking her head, and when she looks up again, he leans forward and presses his lips to hers.
She's surprised at first, and he almost pulls back, but then her hand rises to his face, cupping his cheek as she kisses him again.
His fingers slide into her hair, and he deepens the kiss when her mouth opens under his, slipping his tongue against hers.
The move to the bedroom isn't really a question.
Her head is on his chest later as they lie in bed, her arm wrapped around his midsection, and his fingers are in her hair, running lazily along the soft strands.
"How long are you here for?" she asks softly.
He hears the hint of sadness in her voice, and takes a breath. "The rest of the week."
"And then back to Boston?"
He nods. "And then back to Boston."
She sighs, her breath warm on his chest, and he brings his free hand to rest on her arm, gently stroking her skin.
"I missed you, Blaine. I really did." She shakes her head. "I don't want to miss you anymore."
He smiles a little, feeling a low fluttering in his stomach.
"I'm done with undergrad at the end of this semester."
She sits up at his words, her gaze intense on his face, and his smile widens as he runs his hand down her arm.
"I could come here for grad school."
She smiles tentatively, hope flaring in her eyes, and he raises his hand to her cheek, catching a stray section of hair between his fingers and pushing it behind her ear.
"I don't want to miss you anymore either."