filmingfinn:
Maybe it wouldn’t work, and maybe they were destined to once again be at each other’s throats over this job. But Finn knew that he and Quinn both deserved this potential break in their careers and owed it to themselves to at least try and make this work somehow. He winced as she matched his level of sarcasm with her words, even after all this time had passed it was still hard to face the scorn in her voice. They’d been so close before it all had gone to hell, sometimes he had trouble letting go of the good in their past. He had dared her to come up with somewhere for them to try and get past things enough to work on their performances, away from prying eyes and set gossips that would just love to knock them out of their spots. Her eyes met him and instantly he couldn’t look away, but her suggestion of meeting in her trailer seemed like as good an idea as any. “Okay, that works for me. I’ll see you then.”
Almost twenty-four hours later, they were together again. Seated on the couch in her new trailer, Finn tried to make himself comfortable as he balanced the script on the table in front while they went over lines trying to sound anything at all like a young couple of romantic leads. He was sure Quinn would rather have been anywhere else, with anyone else, but Finn did give her credit for going through with this attempt at least. They had a lot riding on this, and it wasn’t in his nature to just give up… nor was it in hers. “You can trust me,” he huffed, reciting from the script. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” Despite his attempt, Finn still wasn’t completely able to lose himself in the role though, and sighed out loud. “I’m sorry… let me try it again.” He hated to apologize to Quinn, and leaned forward to address her. “You can trust me, Beth. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Something was still missing though, and it frustrated Finn visibly as he leaned back against the couch, hand rubbing over his forehead and through his hair. “It’s not working, is it? It doesn’t feel right…” Suddenly he stood up, and reached out his hand to Quinn. “Maybe it just feels flat because all we’re doing is reciting lines, there’s no passion in it. C’mon, let’s try and put some real feeling into it.”
It wasn’t like Quinn to be nervous. That was a word that didn’t really exist in her vocabulary. Except when she was around Finn Hudson. It wasn’t always like that. He used to be warmth and sunshine and... comfort. Now all she could think about was the way their relationship had crumbled, and that now she was about to be stuck in her trailer with him in such a confined space. They both wanted this job to work, and they needed it to, but she was stubborn as hell, and bitter feelings were not going to be so easy to cast aside. She’d try though-- to the best of her ability. Even if a small groan of annoyance slithered past her lips when she heard the knock on her trailer door. She was certain the forced smile she sent Finn’s way had been transparent, but he couldn’t say she wasn’t trying.
It wasn’t long before they dove into the script, but Quinn couldn’t disagree with Finn that it wasn’t working. Everything felt too... stiff. The lines woody and disconnected. The second time Finn declared the line about trusting him, even with her character’s name attached, Quinn slipped. “You said that before,” she hissed without realizing the statement had seeped from her internal thoughts and out-loud instead. Her cheeks fumed with a flush, which only deepened when Finn’s giant hand reached for hers. On instinct she started to close that distance, but pulled her hand back in haste-- as if it had been burned. Hazel eyes grew a bit misty, so Quinn closed them and inhaled deeply before exhaling that same shaky breath.
“O-kay,” she relented, her voice uncharacteristically soft as of late, and a bit broken. She bit her lip before placing her hand in his, and tried her best to remember what the actual line was of Beth’s-- not the one of Quinn’s circling in her brain. “I do trust you,” she retorted timidly, just as the script directed. Her fingers fiddled with Finn’s, though it wasn’t so much in the script this time, but out of her own nerves. She met his gaze again, hers finally calm and steady. “I know we just met but...” she cracked the tiniest of tentative smiles. “There’s just something about you.”
