Truth Or Lie

They had met four years ago. Finn was the drummer for a small band and she had been at one of their gigs. She knew straight away when she looked into his amber eyes that she'd end up falling in love with this guy. So when he'd asked her on a date as he grabbed drinks for his band members, she had said yes without even thinking about it.

Flash forward four years and here she was in the kitchen of the home that they shared, cooking dinner. She heard the tell-tale sign of the key in the lock and quickly dished their dinner onto two plates and onto the table.

"I'm home." Finn called out and she brushed her hands onto her trousers before jumping into his arms as he came into the kitchen.

"I missed you today." She murmured, placing butterfly kisses along his neck.

"You too." He told her, pressing his lips to hers. "Something smells delicious."

She giggled before jumping down and gesturing to the table. "Bon Appetite."

Dinner passed with the usual chatter. How was work? Anything interesting happen today? What songs was the band working on at the moment?

When dinner was finished, she grabbed his hand and led him up to the bedroom before pulling his shirt off of his shoulders. He cottoned on immediently before he shredded her t-shirt and hoisted her legs around his legs around his waist before he layed her down on the bed.

"Babe?" Finn called out the next evening as he entered the living room where she sat.

"Hey honey, dinner's on the top. I thought we could eat it in here tonight?" She replied and he raised an eyebrow. She was never one to promote mess.

"There's a new show on I want to watch." She explained and he nodded in understanding.

They sat in silence for about half hour until Finn decided to talk.

"So, a new agent came by today for an interview." He told her and she looked up.

"Oh yea?"

"Yea, we had to do this interview with her, deciding whether she'd be able to bring anything to the band and all that." She nodded, so far all of Finn's agents or managers had been male, she wasn't sure how she felt about this 'she' business.

"Oh right. And what did you think of her?" She asked, trying to sound normal rather that she was fishing for information.

"Well Puck was all for her." Of course he would be. That meant she was hot. "Sam too."

"And you?"

"Well you know what them two are like. I'm thinking more about the band rather than whether I'll be able to get her in my bed." Finn told her rubbing her shoulder. He knew how insecure she was but he honestly didn't understand it.

She put the plates down on the coffee table before hoisting her legs over his lap, ready to make her claim.

"I love you." She told him.

"I love you too."

Two weeks later and something wasn't right. Finn was so distant from her lately and she knew him well enough to know this meant he was either lying or keeping something from her.

He was distant physically as well, they hadn't really done anything and she couldn't work it out. She tried to tell herself that she was being paranoid but she couldn't rid herself of the nagging feeling.

She awoke to the sunlight streaming onto her bare back and rubbed her eyes before glancing around the room to find Finn in front on the mirror trying to fix his tie.