Always Been You

Chapter Four

|Finn|

"Ohh! Okay! I get it now. Thanks Mr.H," Lesly, my student, said in awe as she looked down at her paper. She smiled and kept writing and left the classroom.

I smiled after she left. It felt great teaching people. I liked how their faces turned from confusion to full knowledge, it amazed me if you want to call it that. Most students came to me for help, I was the one who helped them understand the most on the subjects they struggled on. Yeah I might've not been the brightest during high school, but once I arrived at college everything changed. I had decided on studying, getting my work done, and doing my 100%. During college Quinn and I started talking again, and we decided to give us another try. And after eight years we got engaged and here we were. Life was really looking up for me. And hopefully for her too.

"Hey Finn," a voice called out from the doorway from of my classroom. My eyes shot up and focused on the man leaning against the door frame.

"Hey Mr.Schue," I smiled as I stood up from my desk and went over to him. "Is there glee club after school?"

"Only for auditions," he replied. "Are you planning on coming over?"

"Yeah, I want to see some fresh talent. Not that the talent we have now isn't good, they're great, but I want to see some new faces. I want to see new students taking risk on joining glee," I said as I put my hands in my pockets.

"Like you did?" He asked smiling. I chuckled and nodded, lightly surprised that he remembered. "The kids today aren't that different from how you were when you came here."

"Are they as much jerks as I was?" I chuckled dryly. He shook his head.

"You weren't a jerk, at least from what I had seen," he shrugs and looks straight at me.

"I was a jerk, I assure you that," I replied as I looked down at the floor. "I think the one most affected by my actions was Rachel."

"Rachel? Why- oh," realization had hit him, and he looked down at the floor. "Maybe, just maybe, everything she felt when she was here might've molded her into what she is today. When it came to Rachel, then yeah you crossed some boundaries. But other than that, you are a good person. If you weren't, you wouldn't be someone who likes to teach kids."

I simply nodded, I didn't know what else to tell him. I mean, what could I say? That he was right? Because that wouldn't be true. I wasn't a good person, or maybe I was just didn't do things right.

The next fifteen minutes we talked about school, glee club, and the competitions. Time went by fast and the next thing I know it's already 4:50. I said goodbye to Mr.Schue and went back into my classroom and got my stuff and left to the parking lot. As I was getting inside my car I thought about everything that was bound to happen later that night.

I know that Quinn would bring up the topic of the wedding, then my mom would join. And that will be everything they'll talk about. With a long sigh I get in my car and start driving to my mom's.

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"Four months? This is so exciting!" My Mom clapped her hands as she smiled at Quinn and I. Quinn smiled back, and held my hand on the dining table. "You have got to let me help you with the planning!"

"Of course!" Quinn replied. She smiled at me and she and my mom kept talking about the ideas they had. I stayed quiet and ate my food as everyone around me talked. I heard the front door open, and my stepbrother Kurt walked in. He discreetly rolled his eyes when he saw Quinn. They weren't in the best of terms.

"Hey you're here," my mom smiled and he smiled back, sitting next to her across from us.

"Yeah, what is going on? I heard all the exciting chatter from outside," he chuckled as he got his plate to get food.

"Finn and Quinn are moving up their wedding! They're planning on the wedding to be in four months!" My Mom cheered as she clapped her hands again. Kurt's eyes lit up, his eyes went from Quinn to me.

"That's- that's great!" He managed to get out. He smiled at us and kept his gaze down as he ate. My mom and Quinn kept talking until he brought up a certain subject.

"When am I going to get grandkids?" She asked, making me choke on my mashed potatoes. Quinn didn't seem fazed at all, and Burt, my mom's husband and my step dad, looked at us with raised eyebrows.

"Maybe a couple months down the road?" Quinn said as she turned to look over at me. I gulped and looked around the table, my gaze falling back on my intertwined hand with Quinn's.

"Whenever we're stable and ready enough?" I say, more like I asked. I could see a slight disappointment in my mom and Quinn. But honestly, I wasn't going to lie. Yeah, I like kids. I just don't want to have them yet, I don't think I'm ready.

"Right," Quinn said, suspicion laced in her voice, only I was able to notice it.

The night went on quickly, with Quinn and my mom talking. I just ate, and avoided any eye contact with Kurt. I knew he was mad, upset and disappointed in me. He didn't think Quinn was the one for me, but honestly he didn't have a right to be mad at me. I loved Quinn, and I wanted to be with her. Kurt was always inclined towards Rachel even though they were at each other's throats at times during glee club. But he always thought Rachel and I were it, that I was supposed to end up with her. But I think he's wrong, I made Rachel miserable. That was no way to live, right?

"Well, I think it's time to go," Quinn said as she got up, and went to the kitchen to help my mom clean the plates along with Burt. So now Kurt and I were left alone.

"It was good seeing you," I said before standing up with my plate.

"Why her?" He asked. "You're always following her around like a lost puppy. She plays you like a puppet, and she-"

"That's your sister-in-law you're talking about, and my future wife. So you better watch it," I warned. Kurt stayed silent, his eyes scanned my face. I knew he was angry, but so was I.

I left the dining room and helped Quinn with the dishes. We said our goodbyes and left. I was slightly thankful we came in our own cars, I don't think I could've stand the tense silence in the car if Quinn was here with me. To buy myself some time, I took the longest way to our house. As I drove I kept thinking about how not a lot of people liked the fact I was with Quinn. I know my mom is happy if I'm happy, but I feel like deep down she really doesn't like Quinn. Burt hasn't said anything about it, he was giving me my space unlike the others.

I arrived home, and opened the front door, ready for a fight. Quinn was standing in the living room with her arms crossed, clearly waiting for me. "Hey," I said. She turned to me and sighed.

"What was that?" She asked .

"What was what?" I asked.

"You don't want to have kids?" She asked. "Cause I do."

"I don't think we're there yet," I shrugged. "I know we're about to get married, but we're not ready for the responsibility of kids." She rolled her eyes and scoffed as she slumped down on our black sofas.

"Are you sure that's the only reason?" She asked, her eyes were looking for a sign.

"Yes," I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "I'm tired most of the time, and I don't want you to be the one to raise them on your own. You also come back home tired from work. I mean, who are we kidding? We can't have kids-"

"But you'd have kids with someone else," she scoffed and stood up again. What? "I've seen the way you act every single time her face comes up on Tv. Or when you see her on a magazine. I never said anything about it, I didn't want to fight. But today, it all came up. And I'm pissed, I'm angry that she seems to have this effect on you-"

"I'm not going to talk about this. I'll sleep in the guest room, goodnight," I groaned as I walked past her. I went upstairs and got ready for bed and marched to one of our two guest bedrooms. I closed the door behind me and sighed. I went to sleep, thinking of ways to get her out of my mind and how to make everything better.