Sign it for the Fuinn -

Disclaimer - I don't own Glee. Honestly, if I did, would I not be using my plots in the actual show?

P.s. Since I've been gone for so long, I'm treating you to at least two chapters by Christmas, and maybe, if your all good and review, I'll post a special one-shot.

Quinn was sat in her car, nervously twirling Sam's promise ring around her finger. She was parked in front of Finn's house, and had been for the past ten minutes, the same questions repeating over and over in her head; will he notice?, what do I say if he does notice… 'Oh, by the way, I was going to chose you but then Sam got me this nice shiny ring, and for once, I agree with Kurt when he said "If you like it, then you should've put a ring on it'. Yes, way to make a man feel good Febray.

Finally, finding no answers to the questions she asked, she went to step out of the car. Then she realised something. Oh god, she'd just spent the past ten minutes in full on Brittany made, Sam wasn't her right, so why not just take the bloody thing off? And that's exactly what she did.

- Glee - Glee - Glee -

She and Finn had been practising this particular number for over 20 minutes now, and she had been here for well over an hour. They were seated up in Finn's room, upon his laughably tiny bed, surrounded by cowboy wallpaper designed for 7 year olds, and yet, Quinn couldn't help but feel at home. To Quinn, Finn seemed totally intent on working, none of the playful smirks or off-hand flirty remarks that had passed between them these past weeks, and so, she decided to be the one that's make a move for once, showing him she wanted him as much as she hoped he wanted her. Quinn had to chose her moment carefully though, if their was one thing Finn didn't like, it was surprise pressure. He could deal with stuff like football championships, he knew they were coming, but having a whole lot of pressured dumped on him instantly, he hated that.

It was during the rehearsal of the dance moves down in Finn's basement (his room was simply to small) that she 'coincidently' tripped and happened the sprawl right into Finn, knocking them both to the floor, their faces mere centimetres from each other.

'Hey' he said in a low and breathy voice, the very same one he had used when this all started.

'Hi' she replied, leaning ever closer to his chocolate orange flavoured lips. (she knew he had eaten chocolate orange before she had arrived, she saw the wrapper in his bin)

The pair were completely silent now, lost in each others eyes, her in his deep warm brown one and him in her startling green and hazel ones. They drifted slowly towards each others blissful tasting lips, you could've heard a pin drop, or perhaps even a ring.

Clink

Oh shit!

The noise drew Finn out of his Quinn induced coma. 'Hey Q, what was that?' he asked, obviously referring to the sound of the falling ring.

'Nothing Finn, lets just… just carry on with the dance' she said, hoping to high heaven it would work. The moment between them had obviously passed, but she was going to try and salvage as much time with Finn as possible tonight.

'No seriously Q, my mum keeps some of the Jewellery dad gave her down here, if we lost a piece… we have to at least look'

She knew how important anything connected to his dad was to him and he wasn't going to take no for an answer, so seeing no other alternative, she agreed to help, hoping fate and chance would give her some help (although she highly doubted this, fate was on and off her side more times than Puck was on and off Santana)

She was right of course, God hated her, because Finn found the ring, holding it up, he examined it closely 'come on God, help him not recognise it and just put it carefully to one side'

Unfortunately, what she hadn't realised was that Sam had had it engraved; 'My dearest love, forever and always, Sam' he read aloud, as her hope visible crumbled.

'Here' he said, not looking her in the eye as he tossed it to her. 'I assume you know the way out by now Quinn' and with that, he walked out.-

She was having a really bad week.

Quinn did know where the door was, she knew where every door was and where it lead in this house, she had lived here. So, of course, she knew where his door was, having been up their as recently as a few hours ago.

'Finn, we need to talk about this' she said upon reaching his door, she was speaking to the woodwork at the moment, not quite daring to go in yet

'No we don't, goodbye Quinn' his voice sounded more hurt than angry, but with Finn, his voice is so deep that… well you never really know unless he's been crying or trying to make it obvious. But she was the closest (besides is mum) to being 100% accurate. So summoning her courage, she walked in.

'Quinn, I told you to go away and, unlike you, I was very clear' his voice had a slight edge to it that she normally would have associated with Santana, she had only heard him talk like this once before, and that was when ha and Sam were having their 'Alpha' contest.

Even though she knew the answer to the question, she almost felt compelled to ask 'And what does that mean?'

'What does that mean… WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? Q, you and I now both know you've been stringing me along, letting me fell this… this way about you again, and then you go and pretty much get engaged1 to Evans!'

'Finn, I am not engaged to Sam, it's a promised ring, they have total different meanings -' she returned, only to be cut out by Finn's voice

'I know what they symbolise Quinn, that you will be faithful and true to the person that gave you the ring, and it's pretty much a precursor (I know, Finn's smart when he's angry) to an engagement ring!'

She knew he was right and, in that moment, reality crashed around her. Is that what Sam though as well, she wasn't ready to get engaged, she was 17! 'Finn… I -' again she was cut short by Finn.

'You wanna know how I know that Q? I bought you one last year, planned on giving it to you after we won sectionals, but that didn't exactly work out did it'

Ohhhh, Low Blow.

She tried to speak, her voice little more than a hiccup of words due to the now heavily falling tears on her face ' Finn… I'm so sorry-'

He continued as if he hadn't been interrupted, his voice now level and calm, lacking the previous emotion. Had she really done this to him. '- but I kept the ring anyway, figured I will always love you and, maybe, one day you might truly love me-'

Finn, I always loved-'

'-me and then I could give it to you, but now Q, I'm seriously considering doing the same thing you did to my heart, scrapping it'

'Finn' it was all she could muster.

'Goodbye Quinn, see you in school tomorrow. Don't go out of your way to find me'

This time she did leave, her body mentally exhausted from their conversation, well, more like his, but still had he been telling the truth, if not for a combination of Puck and Alcohol, or Rachel Berry, secrets and her mouth (which are both really bad, or brilliant combinations, depending which way you look at it) would it have been Finn's ring on her finger? She saw no reason for him to lie, and now he's all but gone and told her to stay the hell away from him.

She was having a really, really bad week.