The moment the words slipped past her lips she found the hole in her chest being torn open again. She’d worked so hard in trying to forget everything about him, but no matter what it was like he haunted her. She couldn’t go anywhere without some trace of him. The smell of freshly cut grass, the smell of dew clinging to the blades of said grass. Every single day was a struggle. Of course, he’d never believe that. She knew exactly the way to act to make it seem as if she cared for nothing more than herself. His words hurt, not enough to make her completely brake down, not here anyway. If anything every word was like a small cut on her skin, no bigger than a papercut, but small enough to sting and remind her that she was painfully human, despite her constant need to act as if she felt no more than a robot. She narrowed her eyes and scoffed as she moved her hand to her hip. “How old are you? Six? You don’t own this bar, Finn. It’s public property and I will go wherever the hell I choose to go. Or maybe I should remind you that if it weren’t for me you would have never even thought of applying here.” She lifted her eyebrow, her hazel eyes burning into his. “I had nothing in Lima. I was nobody.” She rolled her eyes. “Oh, I’m so sorry you having gotten laid has caused such problems for you. It’s just been peachy for me.” She took another step forward, her eyes shining brightly, glazed with a touch of sadness. “And you don’t get to tell me what I didn’t get when you obviously have no clue what you’re talking about.” She moved back from him at the mention of Lucy, her eyes quickly shifting from sadness back to anger. “No.” There was no tone of panic in her voice, although in the very back of her mind her voice was almost begging not to lose him again. She stood up straighter and shot him another cold smile. “I’m going to make you wish you never sang that song.”
Finn rolled his eyes and let out a sharp breath the action making him feel like a thirteen year old as he preys to grilled cheesus or whoever will listen that he doesn’t actually look like that. He couldn’t even freaking imagine the amount of flack he’d get from her for it. Do not give the woman more ammo than she needs Hudson. These were the moments he actually believed he was a moron. But instead of letting it show he straightened his back, coming to his full heigh as he looked down at her. Maybe she had the scary thing down, but at least he had his height, which he liked to believe was terrifying enough in itself.. though he couldn’t be certain of that. “Oh yeah? And what are you going to do Quinn? What could you possibly do to me? You going to make fun of me? Call me a whale like San or something? This is college - half the people here don’t even know me. And you know what? So what you were the one who got me to apply here! You never liked it anyway - or least you said you didn’t and I need to get out of Lima. Sue me for trying to make a fresh start. You don’t scare me Quinn, not anymore. There isn’t anything you could do….you’ve already taken everything from me.”
(Source: franken--finn)
She was sure a snarl was heard. God, she hated it when he was a smart ass like that. When he knew just full well what he had done but acted stupid. That’s all it had ever been really, an act. They both knew he was for more intelligent than he cared to admit. She had almost forgotten what a worthy adversary he could really be. He had always liked to challenge her. She glared at him, focusing so fiercely on his head that she was sure she could have made it explode from the sheer force of the anger in her stare. And then he had to go and call her that name. That was crossing the line. It was one thing to get under her skin with something like a song, directed at her in a crowded room. It was a completly entire thing to use an almost sacred name between them. Her hand fell from his shoulder and for a moment her eyes softened and a million words came rushing to the tip of her tongue, but almost as quickly as they had come, they’d disappeared. She tilted her head to the side and a smile crept onto her face. The grin lacked all humor, it was cold and her eyes did nothing but shoot daggers. “What did you call me?” A cold chuckle left her lips as she took a step toward him and her hands balled into fists at her sides. “What. Did. You. Call. Me?” She shook her head and narrowed her eyes at him. “I hate you. Stay away from me.” More words she would come to regret later on.
That stung. Even in their worst fights she’d never resorted to telling him that she hated him. Something he knew couldn’t be true, if not just because you always had feelings for your first love, even if you don’t particularly like them you’ll probably always love them. He knew she didn’t mean it, not really … she couldn’t, right? “Me stay away from you? I didn’t tell you to come here, okay? This is my place, mine! You get Lima… you practically ruled it … I can’t even go back there without thinking you, you’ve ruined my dorm room…. It’s like you’re still in there just watching me, judging me… You got the friends, the freedom — you got everything Quinn, everything… and all I got was a broken heart. So no, you don’t get to tell me to stay away from you. Not on my turf. Not in the one place that’s mine. If I want to sing a song about a broken heart I will hell I’ll sing five, maybe I’ll even write a damn song about a girl I used to know who’s name was Lucy… and you don’t get to say anything about it. Not here.” He took a deep breath as he collected himself, crossing his arms over his chest more firmly as he physically showed her he was not backing down. “You can have it all, and you can run away and try to tell yourself that what we had wasn’t real… I really hope you believe it too, because I think we both know that nobody is ever going to love you the way that I do… did. The way that I did… just… forget the song, forget me, forget it all.”
(Source: franken--finn)
Oh, he’s cute. The words fall from Lisa’s lips and she can’t help but to turn her icy glare from the stage to her. Granted, it’s not like Quinn ever let much about her out. No, not even the close friends she had made in the new surrounding knew much about her, apart from her last name, and a few other meaningless details. Still, the idea that someone would say something about him like that irked her off to no ends, not to mention it didn’t help that she had spent most of the night throwing drinks and shots back as if they were water. Her blue eyes met her hazel ones and she took the hint effectively raising her hands up in apology and fear as she turned away from the stage. She looked back, only to meet his eyes on hers, fucking great. The last thing she needed was to have him so close, singing to her, and of all songs this one. Yet another reminder of what a horrible person she was. Like she needed more reminders than the crippling feeling that set on her when she had arrived home after their sex. He moved around the stage with ease, quickly entrancing the drunk crowd into a mess of screaming and swooning which only further increased the nausea that had built up when their eyes had met. Her jaw clenched and she narrowed her eyes back at him as he finished the song. Really? What the fuck had all that been about?
Drunken confrontations were never a good idea, the alcohol seeping through your system only made you less likely to remember or care the words that were spoken in drunken anger. You would think after so many years, she would remember that. But no, that was never the case, that was logic. Logic that told her not to slam her drink down as she looked back at her friends with an icy, bitch smile. “I’ll be right back.” She pushed herself from the table and moved through the crowds, thankfully his height had always made it easier to spot him in crowded rooms. Once her eyes had found him in the crowd, she found herself hesitating. Almost as if in a moment of clarity Lucy had put her hand on her shoulder and quietly whispered haven’t you done enough damage? but as she usually did, she rolled her shoulder back, as if shaking the invisible hand from her shoulder and reminding herself that he was just as much a part in this pain as she was. His back was turned to her, as if he had almost expected her to stay put with her friends after that performance. Didn’t he know her better than that by now? Her hand landed on his shoulder, her nails sinking into the shirt that separated her hand from the warm skin laying just beneath it. She told herself that was just her way of trying to remain balanced in her drunken state, as opposed to the desire to just touch him again. She shot him her best Scary!Quinn face as he finally turned to look at her. “Nice show. Care to tell me what the hell all that was about?”
“Uh….” Oh, shit. He’d done it now. He’d gone and awoken the beast that was scary Quinn. Even after all these years, after all their time spent together, and well apart she still managed to scare the crap out of him when she came after him like that. Not that he had any reason to be scared. He hadn’t done anything wrong. If anything, it was her that should be hiding in a corner of the bar somewhere, just hoping he didn’t seek her out and give her a piece of his mind. That’s what Lucy would have done… then again, Lucy never would have left him either. God he missed her. The real her. The one she’d always hidden so carefully beneath the girl she thought she was supposed to be. He’d always hate her parents just a little bit for ruining the beautiful woman she really was. “Singing…. It’s jazz night, normally I play in a band… but I don’t know, guess I was inspired.” He shrugged his shoulders, giving her a pointed look as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Why are you here anyway… not really your scene Lucy.” He felt bad the second he said it. Wrong somehow to be using the name she’d allowed him to use when she’d let him love her, the real her, against her like that but he shrugged it off pursing his lips and raising his eyebrows back at her. He could be mean too… kind of.
(Source: franken--finn)
(via lithharbor)
The last thing Quinn wanted to be doing was to be out at a club. Granted, it provided a chance to get away from her thoughts, and after what had happened with Finn in his dorm, that was exactly what she needed. She was confused, really. Something she had never liked to be. She liked it when things were simple and easy to read, easily controlled. This was something she didn’t have control over, and she hated it. Having sex clearly only further complicated what they had. Once they were done, she couldn’t find words, all she could do was look at him hopelessly as she threw her clothes on and walked out of the dorm, past three very confused roommates. Then again, walking away had always been what she was best at. Walking away was easier than talking, it was easier than opening yourself up to the possibility of being vulnerable, or getting hurt. It was better this way. One night of passion and sex with him, with no need to share feelings and words. Maybe this way, they would be able to clear each other from their system once and for all.
None of that changed the fact that she had been all but dragged out by her friends. Honestly, she had just agreed to get them to shut up, that and to prove to herself that she really was over him. She could go out, flirt and have fun without thinking about him. Totally, that was totally possible. She had been throwing back drinks since they had arrived. Shots, and drinks had her in a better mood than originally planned. Her angry, drunk days seemed to have been left in the past. She took another shot and giggled as she swung her head and hips in time to the music. It was upbeat, it was happy and uplifting and it was everything she needed to forget. Then again, nothing ever seemed to be that simple for her, was it. She was sipping her drink when she heard an all too familiar tune start playing, which made her furrow her eyebrows and turn away from her overly chatty friend, eyes landing on the stage. More importantly, landing on the person who was standing under the spotlight. Her eyebrows raised in disbelief and her lip curled upwards in a silent snarl. Nope, angry drunk Quinn seemed to still be every much in place.
He took a breath as he stepped up to the microphone, almost regretting coming here at all as he keeps his eyes trained on the blonde. The one he’s decided is Quinn, though for all he knew he was merely projecting. Didn’t that happen all the time? Besides, if he really thought about it he realized how lame he was being, how many blondes were there anyway? If anything it was surprising he hadn’t run into more Quinn look a likes, or at least that’s what he hold himself, because how else was he supposed to sing this song if he thought it was really her. Though, maybe that would be a little therapeutic? Hey, the sex hadn’t worked. If anything it had only made him crave her more. What’s the worst that would happen anyway? He didn’t exactly have anything to lose right now.
The familiar opening notes came to life, the soft beat of the drum coming in, the piano all serving to provide him with the perfect backdrop for his song. Not everyone knew this about Finn, but he happened to think Michael Buble was pretty cool. Burt had introduced him to Finn. He wasn’t sure if Kurt had inspired Burt’s love of the jazz singer or not, but what he did know was the dude could sing. He only hoped he could do the guy justice.
I can think of younger days
When living for my life
Was everything a man could want to do.
I could never see tomorrow
But I was never told about the sorrow.
And how can you mend a broken heart?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
How can you stop the sun from shining?
What makes the world go round?
His eyes scan the crowd, searching for the one who’d reminded him of Quinn again. Maybe it was stupid but part of him felt like if he could just make that girl listen to what he had to say he could be okay with ever. His eyes landed on hers but to his surprise it was a very familiar set of hazel eyes he met. What kind of dumb luck was this? Or perhaps it was torture? Either way she looked pissed. Scary Quinn was never his favorite.
How can you mend a this broken man?
How can a loser ever win?
Please help me mend my broken heart
And let me live again
He said the last part pointedly to her, taking the microphone off the stand and starting to move around the stage.He’d memorized where she stood, seemingly stuck in place. He could afford to look at the rest of the crowd, and the fact that it just might piss her off kind of pleased him if he were being honest.
I can still feel the breeze
That rustles through the trees
And misty memories of days gone by.
We could never see tomorrow
No one said a word about the sorrow.
And how can you mend a broken heart?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
How can you stop the sun from shining?
What makes the world go round?
He feels his head fall forward slightly as he his gaze finally falls back on her face, and he shrugs his shoulders. Eyes boring into hers as he finishes the song, pointing out just how true the words were.
How can you mend this broken man?
How can a loser ever win?
Please help me mend my broken heart
And let me live again.
He bows his head as the room erupts in applause, probably the alcohol that was no doubt coursing through everyone’s veins by now. Still it felt good some how, or as good as he could feel in that moment. As he gets off the stage he looks over at her again unsure if he should make his way over, she was with her friends after all. Besides, he figures he’s said everything he has to right now. If she wanted to talk, she could come to him.
(Source: franken--finn)
Finn needed an outset. And he knew it. Ever since Quinn had showed up at his dorm room with pizza, beer, and a clear mission in mind he’d been messed up. It wasn’t so much the fact that she’d come over and flirted with his roommates that had him feeling out of sort, though that hadn’t exactly helped either. No, what really had his mind reeling was the crazy angry sex they’d had against his door. she hadn’t exactly stuck around long afterward which in all fairness had probably been for the best. What had he even thought he was going to accomplish? She’d made it clear she wanted him to move on. Then again, if she was so over him, over everything they had then why had she been so compelled to show up at his dorm room in the first place? After all, if she really didn’t care shouldn’t she be thankful he didn’t answer he texts?
It was Jazz night at the local college pub and Finn had every intention of unloading some of his frustrations for lack of a better word. This seemed better than kicking a chair, though if he were being honest part of him really did think it might be fun just to kick a chair, just to spite her or something equally stupid. He stood by the stage, watching the act before him and nervous knot forming in his stomach. Normally Finn just came to watch, maybe played drums if he was feeling particularly ambitious, but tonight he planned on singing. Something he hadn’t really done since glee club since he was still pretty sure he was a better drummer than a singer. Not that it mattered, no one that knew him was going to be there. His eyes moved to glance over the audience, actually surprised by how packed the house was that night. Out of the corner of his eye he spots a blonde head of hair tha the swears looks familiar but he shakes it off, he knows that can’t be true, and right now he needs to think of the best song to sing… specifically one that he knew all the words to.
(Source: lemonsnickety)
Regret. That was something she was all too familiar with. It seemed her life had been a string of regrets. But as she turned her head to the side on his shoulder and dared to look at him, she knew he was the one thing she would never come to regret. Sure, she would come to regret this particular moment, because this was just going to complicate things further, but him, never. She was positive she had been over him by now, or at least she had tried countless times to tell herself that, like a mantra she kept reciting to herself in the hopes that it would one day stop becoming mere words. She moaned as her hips moved against his hand, all but begging him to stop teasing her like that. She sunk her teeth into the warm skin of his shoulder, which seemed welcoming and inviting, quickly letting the skin slide past her teeth leaving only her lips to trace the mark she had just left behind. What a perfect example of their relationship, there was always bruising, there was always tenderness. She dropped her other hand into his boxers, cradling his balls with one hand as she rubbed him with the other. She felt herself on the very tip of erupting, and needy, frantic lips locked with his in a passionate kiss that she quickly backed away from just in time to loudly moan out his name as she reached her climax. Her chest heaved as she fell back into the door, a satisfied grin on her face.
He moaned as he felt her inner muscles tighten around his fingers, her juices running down the palm of his hand. He pushed his own pleasure aside, he wanted her, wanted his release to be inside her. After all these months, and all the heartache they owed that much to each other, right? He pulled back to look at her. He knew he shouldn’t have. But he couldn’t for the life of him stop himself. She was always so beautiful, but there was something about the way she looked when she let herself go that he couldn’t quite place but was certainly breathtaking. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers much more softly than he should of, her was certain of that but again, it was as though he had no damn control over himself. It was frustrating, and probably stupid, but it was true. Slowly he reached his hand down, grasping her wrists lightly before puling them out of his boxers and lifting them above her head, effectively pinning them against the door.
(Source: lemonsnickety)
