When Quinn receives a phone call to tell her Finn is missing in action, presumed dead, her whole world falls apart in an instant. The only thing keeping her together, and helping her to heal is their son. Two years later she receives another call.
It was seven in the morning when she got the call.
Today You’re A World Away
It’s funny, Finn thinks as he looks around his classroom, how everything can change and yet everything seems to have remained the same. It’s been six years since he graduated McKinley, five years since he left it for good, four years since he’s met up regularly with anyone from that time aside from Rachel and Kurt; he’s only had very occasional visits from Puck. It’s been two years since his last email from Rachel; lengthy and emotional but necessarily so, he still has it saved somewhere in his inbox, though he hasn’t needed to read it since. Two years also since he officially became a teacher and a year since he took up a post in Toledo; only an hour or so from his home, so his mum is happy. He has his first home-room class to attend to right now, and normally he has very few problems with them; despite a slightly shaky start he is actually a very good teacher, and on a normal day they would respect his authority. Not today apparently.
30 Day Drabble Challenge: Fuinn ~ Move
Quinn won’t stop moving. One minute she would be in the living room checking the labels on the boxes, the next she was out in the driveway shouting orders at the poor sods who were loading the van, and the next she would be at his shoulder, in the kitchen, asking him if he’d checked that the attic was definitely empty.
“I’ve checked three times,” he replies, and she eyes him suspiciously. He always panics slightly when she does that, even though he has checked that attic from top to bottom. “Quinn if I go and check again now, I’ll be the thing in danger of getting left behind,”
She’s not listening; she’s already halfway out the front door. The movers have the painting her mother bought them last Christmas. “Would you please stop manhandling that?”
He sighs but he can’t help but smile slightly. She hates to lose control over anything, but with a now four month old bump, there was no way he was letting her lift heavy furniture, and since she wouldn’t let him and the old club loose with her things in a million years, they had hired a firm. He walks outside, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “You’re scaring them,”
“They’re supposed to be professionals,” she huffs, leaning back against him.
“It’s going to be fine, come sit down,”
She shakes her head, “I’m fine supervising from here thanks,”
He laughs and holds her tighter, “Guess I’ll just have to supervise you then,”
Do you ever want to take characters away from their writers for a while and give them a blanket and some hot soup and just let them rest for a bit
I mean PLEASE.
We ALL know who wears the trousers in Fuinn’s relationship… or ANY relationship with Quinn in it (
except perhaps faberry).
Take comfort in your friends.
~ R.E.M: Everybody hurts
Quinn, you have what I call ‘Rich White Girl Problems’.