Never again (Quinntana)

Chapter 40 - Cookies

Quinn had been standing in her living room for a few minutes, processing her afternoon, when the doorbell rang, startling her. 

She woke from her trance and walked to the door, a wild hope igniting inside her heart. 

Maybe it's Santana. Maybe she came back because she needed something. 

Her excitement tempered by wariness, Quinn reached the door, ready to let Santana in. In the house. Maybe in more than the literal sense, too. Quinn's pulse quickened, drumming in her ears. 

I missed you, San, she thought. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for leaving. I missed you. 

How good it would feel to finally say that out loud. To finally acknowledge her responsibility. Her pain. Quinn's hand was on the door handle now. Trembling.

Boldly she pressed down, pulling the door open, the words ready to spill from her mouth.

"San, I-"

Quinn's mouth went dry, her shoulders sagging with a mix of relief and disappointment. 

It wasn't San. 

It was Finn. 

Gentle, loyal, clumsy Finn. Standing at the door with a little bag hanging from his right hand.

He lifted it akwardly, noticing Quinn's aghast stare, and said: "I brought cookies?"

Quinn heard the question mark at the end of his sentence. Finn had only come to her house once before. 

Any other time, Quinn would have sent him back. She had told him time and time again that he couldn't come to her house unannounced.  

It was sheer luck that he'd knocked while her mother wasn't here. Sheer luck that he hadn't run into Santana.

Quinn frowned as she stepped aside, making room for Finn to enter. What am I doing?

The door closed behind him; Quinn asked without preamble: "What are you doing here?"

"I- uh-" As usual Finn stammered. He didn't seem able to do much else in Quinn's presence. Some girls thought it was cute. 

Quinn found it annoying.

She stared harder at him. He scratched his head with his left hand, bowing down as he did. A little kid in a giant's body, Quinn thought.

His eyes were cast down when he finally answered.

"I thought we could- you know- hang out?" Quinn didn't miss the hopeful tone at the end of Finn's answer, nor the hidden meaning behind it.

"Fine", she said, her mind back to Santana. A feeling of want and burning desire engulfed her, and she reached for Finn, grabbing him by his shirt. 

"Cookies. On the table", she ordered. 

Finn complied immediately, abandoning himself entirely to Quinn as she half-pushed, half dragged him towards the couch, her body pressed against his.

As soon as he lied down her lips were on his, savage, demanding, burning with searing desire.

She kissed him, her fingers entangled in his hair, and he kissed back, surprised and eager.

"Quinn-" he moaned, and clumsily he tried to flip her, to get her under him where he could feel her, touch her-

She let him, watching him as his eyes glazed with lust and he reached for her shirt, desperately hoping to get under it, maybe to take it off-

The contact of Finn's hand with her bare stomach jerked Quinn from her daze. Like a spring she sat up, moving Finn's hand away from her shirt.

"Let's pray, " she said, her hands joining as she knelt down. 

 "Hail Mary, full of grace-" Quinn recited, her eyes closed, her mind reeling. 

Thinking about the way she'd just jumped on Finn, eager, lustful, even- Even though Finn had never gotten her aroused in the past- But suddenly she'd wanted to feel lips on hers, a body against hers, and Finn had been there- 

But it wasn't his lips she was craving. Wasn't his touch that made heat travel down her core-

Quinn opened her eyes and sat back on the couch, peering at Finn who looked like a fish out of water.

"Finn?" Quinn asked.

"Uh- I- Yeah?", he mumbled. His cheeks a deep taint of red, he was staring at the floor. Is Quinn mad? he wondered. She doesn't seem mad. 

She didn't seemed flushed either. She looked as if nothing had just happened between them. Hot. Then cold. A lot of cold. Rare moments of heat, but of them all, this one had been the realest- 

Finn blushed at the thought of Quinn's lips on his, of her wonderful, flexible body pressed against his-

"Let's eat some cookies, Finn." Quinn stood up, and walked towards the kitchen.

Finn followed behind her obediently, and pulled himself a chair in front of her. Now that he was facing her, he noticed she was wearing her signature frown. He'd come to identify it as a sign of deep reflexion; better that than thinking that Quinn was constantly mad at him.

"Quinn? Are you okay?"

The box of cookies lay untouched between the two of them, the wrapper still in place.

Quinn nodded, the corner of her mouth turned upwards, and she threw Finn an appreciative look.

"Yeah. I'm okay."

"Quinn, look, I'm so sorry if I did anything to make you uncomfortable, I didn't meant to and I-"

Nice, considerate Finn, Quinn thought.

Without thinking too much about it, she lay a hand on his bare forearm. The result was instantaneous, a blush creeping on his cheeks. Clumsy, big-hearted, adorable Finn.

"It's okay, Finn. You didn't. I just-"

Was she going to be honest all of a sudden? Maybe it would do her some good.

"I thought I wanted this, and it turns out I didn't." Harsh. "What I mean is- I'm not ready, and what I did right now- I wasn't in my normal state."

"I'm sorry", Finn answered, his eyes sweet and caring. 

"It's okay", Quinn said. She unwrapped the box and opened it, offering it to Finn. "Thanks for the cookies, Finn."

A.N.

Hello beautiful people!

Any thoughts about Finn? I personally like this chapter, especially after all the ups and downs these poor characters have been through in the last few chapters.

I really hope you're all well; thank you for reading, voting, commenting. Thank you for being there. Again, I am eternally grateful for all of you!

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Love,

Alya