“Just talk yourself up, and tear yourself down, you’ve hit your one wall, now find a way around…”
Things had gotten to some kind of boiling point of sorts, Quinn noticed. Between the creepy strangers poking their noses in where they didn’t belong in her life, and the fact that Finn was talking to Rachel again -not to mention the fact that had Santana had left Sam behind to go to Lima for however long, and the detail of Tanner’s actual father eating at her thoughts- she was really beginning to lose her mind. When Finn had suggested they have some time to themselves -something they hadn’t had pretty much since Tanner had been born- to talk about things, including his talking to Rachel again, at first it had made Quinn a little nervous, then it changed to a certain level of happiness that they were going to be able to sit down and talk openly and he was going to be honest with her. Then her guilty conscience kicked in. How could she expect and push Finn not to keep something from her when she was keeping something as huge as she was from him? How could she honestly sit and be jealous of Rachel Manhands Berry talking to her boyfriend again, when she had gone and cheated on him to have the baby that he now thought was his son -because she had allowed him to believe that that was true? It certainly wasn’t fair to him by any means. She had known that for at least a year now though, from the point that she had realized she was pregnant.
It wasn’t like she had gone out of her way to spite Finn by not telling him, or even sleeping with Sam in the first place, if anything it was the complete opposite of that. She didn’t want to call Tanner an accident, because she loved him more than anything or anyone, but in reality, the situation that brought about his existence was an accident, it shouldn’t have happened. Conflicting feelings with Sam or not, she loved Finn. In one way or another she did love him, and she wasn’t trying to keep a hold on him by lying to him about Tanner at all, like people suggested. That just wasn’t the case. After sitting through her few classes for the day, letting her thoughts wander from the lessons and discussions she should have been paying attention to only to focus on the numerous clashing things scattering themselves around in her brain, she was thankful to be able to get in the car with Finn and Tanner when they had come to pick her up from the college campus. She probably could have driven herself most days, but she kind of liked them coming to get her. Filing the information about her strange stalker person went smoothly too, and she was actually beginning to think that things were going to be easier and the rest of the day would be smooth sailing. Putting Tanner down for a nap turned out simply too so she was in a very easygoing mood. She leaned down into the crib to press a kiss to the sleeping infant who she had just spent the past twenty minutes rocking and humming to on the forehead then slowly closed the door to the nursery so it was open just a crack.
Now came the part that had her anxiety heightened. She wasn’t sure what Finn was going to tell her about what he and Rachel had been talking about, and those creepers telling her to keep an eye on his email didn’t exactly help to make her feel better about what might be needed to be said. What if he wanted to leave her for Rachel again? Could she handle that? What would she even do? It seemed only fair if he wanted to leave, at least then it wouldn’t be quite as hard to tell him about Tanner. Although that was a lie, no matter the circumstance it was going to be extremely difficult to drop that bomb on Finn like that, after everything. She quirked a half smile as his voice pulled her from her thoughts and back to reality. “Yeah, he’s out now.” she said quietly with a nod. She kept her eyes on him for a moment, letting a silence hang in the air. She wasn’t sure whether she should just out and out ask him about the Rachel thing or gradually let him work his way into it. If she was honest with herself, she was almost afraid to hear what he was going to have to say, not only because she really didn’t want to think about anything coming between them -especially not Rachel again- but she had a nervous feeling that if Finn opened up and told her absolutely everything, she might feel morally obligated to do the same. She was fairly positive she wasn’t ready for those consequences yet. After a moment she moved and sat down on the recently cleared couch. Her photo class work was organized and stacked up on the coffee table. She eyed Finn over the back of the couch and smiled a little more, trying to reassure the both of them. “Can you bring me a coke too?” she asked, avoiding anything specific, and yet inviting him to come over and sit down with her to get the talking started.
Don’t call me that. It’s Quinn.
Thanks for following!
Again, so? Finn can talk to who he wants to.. I’m not his mother.
So? It’s not like Finn’s never been on the phone before.
Yes, definitely. We need to do both of those things. Tanner and I can pick you up from your last class, and we can go to the phone place. Then we can talk when he’s taking a nap?
Sounds perfect to me.
People are weird around here. Emails, texts, nothing is safe. That can’t be legal. We should get you a new number though.
It’s really weird, I don’t get how they’re getting access to this stuff. Maybe we can go to the phone place tomorrow, and have that talk you mentioned?
Yes, we can. And we should do that very soon.
We should also probably get me a new cell phone. Somehow my text messages have been hacked and read. I didn’t even know that was possible.
The togetherness sort of, like when we’d all actually accomplish something together. I also liked being able to sing with Finn and other people. I think it’s really some of the people that I miss.
Dave worries me. I think it’s restraining order time.
Can we please? He freaks me out.