A/N: So I was on Tumblr awhile ago and asked my fellow Fuinn shippers what kind of story they would like me to write. I got a few responses so I want to thank 100-acrewoods from Tumblr for the idea. I also don't know how long this story will be. Not very long, though. Less than 10 chapters. Maybe four or five? We'll see.

Ship: Finn/Quinn
Spoilers: None.
Plot/Summary: At the start of a new year, Finn is surprised to meet a new side of Quinn that she has hidden from everybody since sophmore year. Realizing exactly what and who he let go, old feelings resurface and Finn soons falls right back in love with the girl he met 3 years ago, before popularity and social status became her number one priority.

Finn was aware of the reputation he had built for himself these past years at William McKinley High School. He was known as a heartbreaker, although he never quite understood why. Looking back at his past girlfriends, all he ever concluded from those times was that he was the one heartbroken in the end. Quinn Fabray, his very first girlfriend, had betrayed him by hooking up with his best friend behind his back and then lying to him by saying the baby she had been carrying was his. Rachel Berry was another girlfriend that went behind his back and made out with another guy just to spite him. Sure, Finn had been the one to break things off with both of those girls but he had good reason to. So that's where this title stumped him.

Waking up at 8 A.M. that Monday morning put Finn in a bad mood. He had been used to the routine of going to bed past midnight and then sleeping the next day until noon. Now that school had started up again, he would have to get used to waking up early in the morning to sit in a desk and listen to teachers ramble on about equations and stuff that just got mixed up in Finn's clustered brain. Scratching the back of his head, Finn got out of bed and looked around his untidy bedroom. Piles of dirty and worn shirts, pants, and socks lay scattered around the floor. Blinking a few times, he stood still in silence to clear his head and remember what he was going to do.

Looking back at the clock, the big and bright red numbers confirmed his suspicions. If he didn't hurry up, he was going to be late to school. Finn knew that being late on the very first day of his senior year wouldn't impress his teachers. Scrambling into the connecting bathroom, he pulled off his clothes and stepped quickly into the hot shower. Scrubbing himself with the bar of soap and rinsing his hair of all the shampoo, he turned it off and got out, wrapping a towel around his waist. Racing back into his bedroom, he took another desperate look at the clock. 8:15 it read.

"Come on, come on, come on...mom must have washed some clothes last night." Finn mumbled to himself, pulling the drawers open with one hand while the other kept the towel around his waist. Breathing a sigh of relief, he pulled out a striped shirt and a pair of jeans.

Upon hearing his name being called from the bottom of the stairs by his mother, Finn slipped on his clothes and dryed his hair. Racing downstairs, he walked into the kitchen and saw a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon waiting on the table for him with a glass of orange juice on the side. Looking up at Carole with a guilty smile on his face, he shook his head and grabbed his backpack.

"Sorry mom. I don't have time to eat breakfast today. It looks great, though!" Finn said to his mother, settling for a piece of toast instead.

Groaning when Carole pulled him into a small hug and kissed his forehead, he grabbed the lunch being handed to him and walked out the front door. Hopping into his red truck, he turned the ignition on and slowly backed out of the driveway. With both hands on the wheel, he drove down the road and slowed down to a stop at a red light. Checking himself out in the mirror, to make sure he didn't look too terrible on his first day back, he stopped in mid air seeing a familiar blonde in the vehicle next to him.

Quinn Fabray sat in the drivers seat, her lips pursed as she reapplied her lipgloss, while Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce giggled and seemed to be singing along to the radio. Quinn turned her head and smiled at her friends, putting the cap to her lipgloss back on and stuffing it back into her purse before driving back down the road to school as the light finally turned green.

Oh my gosh, Finn thought to himself as a car behind him honked their horn impatiently. Reality finally settled in as Finn turned the corner, the school visible. He now remembered why he had been dreading the first day back to school so much for weeks. He was dreading seeing Quinn again. The breakup hadn't gone over so well with her and things had been awkward between them ever since. Well, it was awkward whenever Quinn would allow herself to be in the same room as Finn. They spent the last few days of school ignoring each other and did the same whenever they so happened to be at the same place at the same time during the summer.

He didn't know how she was taking the break up. It was known to everybody that Quinn never expressed how she was feeling, so you were taking a chance everytime you talked to her. You never quite knew where you stood with her. So Finn was mentally preparing himself for Glee club and Spanish class that morning. He was preparing himself for angry death looks, rude remarks, tension, and even tears. Quinn could make any person in the world feel horrible about themselves if she tried. That was the one of the things they always fought about the first time they were together. She would constantly call him names when he brought up something that she considered 'dumb' or 'idiotic'.

Being greeted with a wave from Kurt, who had gotten a ride from Blaine, and a couple slaps on the back from his football buddies and the guys from Glee club, Finn finally felt slightly cheerier. Placing a few of his textbooks in his new locker, he watched out of the corner of his eye as Sam walked down the hall with a bright grin. Ever since he had caught Quinn over at his hotel at night he had a suspicion that Sam had been waiting for an opportunity to get Quinn back as his girlfriend. He wasn't with Quinn anymore, so he didn't care if Sam did get back together with her, but as he scanned the halls for Quinn and didn't see her with him hand in hand, he felt a bit of relief.

He heard the bell ring a few minutes later, just as Rachel skipped to his side. Finn was disappointed at the lack of time he spent with Rachel during the summer break since she signed up for some dance classes and spent a lot more time with her two gay dads. When they were together, all she could talk about was Glee club and singing - something he had noticed even more.

"Hello, Finn. How was your summer? I missed you immensely on my week long trip to New York with my dads. I was going to call you at the hotel once we got there, but my dads thought it would be inappropriate to spend all my time thinking of my boyfriend while I was in a city as beautiful as that. Don't worry though. I'll fill you in on all of my adventures and encounters with famous celebrities and show perfo-" Rachel said excitedly and fast, stopping immediately when she was interuppted.

"Hey, yeah, that sounds...great. But I, um,.." he tilted his head to the Spanish classroom that they had been standing in front of for about a minute now. Finn often wondered how Rachel did that, his confused expression noticeable. Did she even take a breath once while she was talking?

Rachel turned red and then laughed nervously. "I apologize. I'll tell you everything at lunch." Pecking him on the cheek, she turned and skidded off to her own class.

Finn let out a breath, feeling like he could breathe again. Stepping into the classroom, he noticed that all desks were taken except for one - the desk behind Quinn. Chewing on the inside of his cheek nervously, he walked past the rows of desks before settling in behind Quinn. Thankfully she hadn't noticed him, or didn't look behind at him. Pulling out the brand new notebook and pencil Rachel had given him a few days before (She always said that it was safer for him to use a pencil since you can erase your mistakes, which he did a lot of), he flipped open to the very first blank page and waited patiently for Mr. Shuester to start his lesson.

Finn studied the room, looking at all his classmates to see who he didn't and did know. He recognized Karofsky, Mike, Tina, and a few other girls from his math class last year. And of course, Quinn. Looking down at his blank page, he looked up a little to see Quinn chatting with Tina excitedly. Their facial expressions reminded him of the way girls would talk about seeing a guy watching them (it was only from movies that Rachel had forced him to watch that he's seen this). Finn wondered curiously what they were talking about and what they were so happy and excited about. And when had Quinn and Tina become close friends? And then Finn caught himself. Not that I care, he shook himself.

It felt like hours until Mr. Shue had finally started the lesson, where he promised to go easy on them since it was only their first day back by doing a small review. Writing a few Spanish words on the board, he asked them what they meant and waited patiently for hands to be raised. Squinting at the board, he racked his brain for any sort of answer. Quinn seemed to be writing something down in her notebook, notes probably on the review, and would look up every so often and answer with the correct Spanish translation. Sitting back in his seat, he gave up all hope of remembering the answer to any of those questions, and stuck to writing the words on paper and writing the English meaning beside it. While scribbling down the very last word, racing before Mr. Shuester erased it from the board, he heard and felt his stomach growl. Just a few bites of toast obviously didn't fill him up very much. Finn stopped writing and looked around, noticing that nobody had heard it. He thought he saw Quinn stop and look straight ahead as if startled, but watched as she went back to writing.

Rubbing his eyes and yawning, Finn struggled to stay awake for the rest of the class. It wasn't until Quinn had come back from the washroom and was walking back to her desk with such grace, that he heard the sound of a candy wrapper. Looking up, he saw Quinn staring at him with a small smile playing on her lips. She nodded at the chocolate bar that had appeared on his desk.

"I know it won't fill you up completely, and it's not something you should be eating so early in the morning, but I heard your stomach before I got up to go to the washroom and got the chocolate bar from the vending machine on my way back." Quinn explained softly, her gaze locked on his. Finn could only nod.

He didn't get the chance to say thank you before the bell rung. Watching as Quinn's gaze lingered on him for a few moments longer as students stood up and collected their stuff, she stood up herself and grabbed her notebook and textbooks and walked out.

That wasn't something Finn had been prepared for.