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[Glee] is it me you're looking for (Finn/Tina)
Title: is it me you're looking for
Fandom: Glee
Length: 1041
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
glee_anon: Finn/Tina, detention
Pairing: slight Finn/Tina; past Artie/Tina and Finn/Rachel mentioned
Other: Whoa fluff.
Excerpt: She signed in and then turned reluctantly, hoping for an empty table, but there weren't any. The detention monitor was already rolling his eyes at her so she took a couple of steps forward before someone waved at her and then swiftly hid his hand under the table. It was Finn, and her heart leapt to see his familiar face.
Tina Cohen-Chang was a Good Girl, capitals necessary. She'd never gotten in trouble before for any reason until Figgins became concerned with her attire. She never expected to again, but sometimes people do things in anger that they later regret. Sure, she'd been on the edge of confronting Artie about his behavior for weeks, but screaming at him in front of the principal's office, intentional or not, was a pretty good way to get noticed.
She'd been dragged in by the elbow before she was even halfway through of her list of complaints about Artie's stalker-y behavior (it hadn't ended when she and Mike broke up) and misogyny, the surprise making her cut off with a stutter. The annoyance over that almost overwhelmed her sudden worry. Figgins gave her a lecture about preserving the sanctity of the halls and Saturday detention.
Tina hadn't even known there was Saturday detention. Did they save that for the most hardcore offenders? She put on her heaviest combat boots and her quietest black, and tried to escape notice when she slipped into the cafeteria. She felt like there were eyes watching her, anyway, and clutched her schoolbooks closer to her chest. Doing homework was allowed in detention, according to the little yellow slip she'd received, so she intended to make the morning as productive as possible.
She signed in and then turned reluctantly, hoping for an empty table, but there weren't any. The detention monitor was already rolling his eyes at her so she took a couple of steps forward before someone waved at her and then swiftly hid his hand under the table. It was Finn, and her heart leapt to see his familiar face.
She sat down next to him, mouthing thanks and noting that he apparently wasn't concerned with his homework. The table was bare, except for a few stray sheets of paper that he'd been carefully inking with geometric patterns.
That was Finn, all right. She smiled at him and then opened her Biology textbook. She was considering the reading when a small scrap of paper was flicked onto her bookmark. She looked up and glanced around guiltily before opening it.
What r u here 4?
She blinked, torn between amusement that he used chatspeak in written messages and feeling touched at his concern.
Yelling at Artie, she scribbled back, and passed it back with a carefully orchestrated shift of homework. He read it, brow furrowing.
Herd about that. Sorry.
It's not your fault, her next message said, and his fingers hesitated for a long moment before he returned it.
Still sucks.
She nodded minutely, shifting her bio text despite her complete lack of interest. She'd been resigned to the next two hours of complete boredom, but talking to Finn was actually turning out to be fun. The necessary covertness was exciting.
Why are you here? she wrote back, and his answer, scribbled hurriedly as the monitor took his customary trip through the crowd of tables, was something about not doing homework, though she couldn't quite figure out what class he'd mentioned.
When the teacher returned to his seat, Tina pulled out a fresh piece of paper and titled it in large bubble letters: Tina Cohen-Chang's Winter Vacation. Thus camouflaged, she wrote a longer note back to Finn, asking what he thought about Glee this week and how football was going. It was just general friendliness, sure, but it was a pretty easy and enjoyable conversation that they managed to have, passing the notes back and forth. She had to hold in a snicker when he referred to Sue as Sylvestersaurus Rex, complaining about her most recent attempt on club solidarity.
The time passed so quickly that she hardly realized it... until the monitor's hand was firm on her arm again. She glanced up, knowing the guilt showed in her face, and he frowned, picking up her vacation "essay" and skimming it. The different handwritings were obvious.
"Detention for both of you again next week," he said gruffly. "Sit at different tables."
Finn stood up quickly, practically knocking over his chair in his rush to claim a different seat. She smiled at him gratefully, knowing that he'd done it because of her uncertainty with the other strangers in detention.
When the monitor turned away, he mouthed an apology, face exaggerated in sadness. She shook her head just a little, and then ducked her chin, smiling to herself. When they were dismissed, she tucked the paper in with the rest of her things.
Finn met her outside while she was squinting at the noon sun.
"I didn't think we'd get caught," he said regretfully. "Puck and I used to sit and make paper airplanes and stuff. The lady who used to do detention always slept on the job."
"It's half my fault too," she answered, shrugging and adjusting her bag on her shoulder. He still looked uncertain, in that adorable hangdog way of him, and so she acted on her impulse.
"If you wanted to make it up to me, though, we could get lunch. I think surviving my first Saturday detention totally deserves McDonald's." She smiled.
"That was only your first, really?" he answered, incredulous, and then continued hurriedly, "Not that I think you get in trouble a lot! You're really nice, so why would you? It's just--"
"Come on," she said, turning away from the school toward the crosswalk. "There's a Big Mac with your name on it."
"I like the way you think," he answered after a moment's necessary adjustment (Rachel would have expected the apology, and been angry if he hadn't given it; Tina seemed to understand the simple mistake). "And what about you?"
"Chicken McNuggets," she answered sagely as he fell into step beside her, combat boots heavy on the sidewalk. "If I'm going to eat fast food, I might as well eat the bad stuff."
He laughed as they walked. And maybe they didn't get to sit together the next week, but they did share smiles when they could.
She didn't even have to ask about McDonald's afterward, and he offered to carry her bag.
She was almost tempted to go for a third week of detention, but she didn't have to. He asked if she wanted to hang out anyway.
She didn't hesitate to say yes.
Fandom: Glee
Length: 1041
Prompt:
glee_anon: Finn/Tina, detentionPairing: slight Finn/Tina; past Artie/Tina and Finn/Rachel mentioned
Other: Whoa fluff.
Excerpt: She signed in and then turned reluctantly, hoping for an empty table, but there weren't any. The detention monitor was already rolling his eyes at her so she took a couple of steps forward before someone waved at her and then swiftly hid his hand under the table. It was Finn, and her heart leapt to see his familiar face.
Tina Cohen-Chang was a Good Girl, capitals necessary. She'd never gotten in trouble before for any reason until Figgins became concerned with her attire. She never expected to again, but sometimes people do things in anger that they later regret. Sure, she'd been on the edge of confronting Artie about his behavior for weeks, but screaming at him in front of the principal's office, intentional or not, was a pretty good way to get noticed.
She'd been dragged in by the elbow before she was even halfway through of her list of complaints about Artie's stalker-y behavior (it hadn't ended when she and Mike broke up) and misogyny, the surprise making her cut off with a stutter. The annoyance over that almost overwhelmed her sudden worry. Figgins gave her a lecture about preserving the sanctity of the halls and Saturday detention.
Tina hadn't even known there was Saturday detention. Did they save that for the most hardcore offenders? She put on her heaviest combat boots and her quietest black, and tried to escape notice when she slipped into the cafeteria. She felt like there were eyes watching her, anyway, and clutched her schoolbooks closer to her chest. Doing homework was allowed in detention, according to the little yellow slip she'd received, so she intended to make the morning as productive as possible.
She signed in and then turned reluctantly, hoping for an empty table, but there weren't any. The detention monitor was already rolling his eyes at her so she took a couple of steps forward before someone waved at her and then swiftly hid his hand under the table. It was Finn, and her heart leapt to see his familiar face.
She sat down next to him, mouthing thanks and noting that he apparently wasn't concerned with his homework. The table was bare, except for a few stray sheets of paper that he'd been carefully inking with geometric patterns.
That was Finn, all right. She smiled at him and then opened her Biology textbook. She was considering the reading when a small scrap of paper was flicked onto her bookmark. She looked up and glanced around guiltily before opening it.
What r u here 4?
She blinked, torn between amusement that he used chatspeak in written messages and feeling touched at his concern.
Yelling at Artie, she scribbled back, and passed it back with a carefully orchestrated shift of homework. He read it, brow furrowing.
Herd about that. Sorry.
It's not your fault, her next message said, and his fingers hesitated for a long moment before he returned it.
Still sucks.
She nodded minutely, shifting her bio text despite her complete lack of interest. She'd been resigned to the next two hours of complete boredom, but talking to Finn was actually turning out to be fun. The necessary covertness was exciting.
Why are you here? she wrote back, and his answer, scribbled hurriedly as the monitor took his customary trip through the crowd of tables, was something about not doing homework, though she couldn't quite figure out what class he'd mentioned.
When the teacher returned to his seat, Tina pulled out a fresh piece of paper and titled it in large bubble letters: Tina Cohen-Chang's Winter Vacation. Thus camouflaged, she wrote a longer note back to Finn, asking what he thought about Glee this week and how football was going. It was just general friendliness, sure, but it was a pretty easy and enjoyable conversation that they managed to have, passing the notes back and forth. She had to hold in a snicker when he referred to Sue as Sylvestersaurus Rex, complaining about her most recent attempt on club solidarity.
The time passed so quickly that she hardly realized it... until the monitor's hand was firm on her arm again. She glanced up, knowing the guilt showed in her face, and he frowned, picking up her vacation "essay" and skimming it. The different handwritings were obvious.
"Detention for both of you again next week," he said gruffly. "Sit at different tables."
Finn stood up quickly, practically knocking over his chair in his rush to claim a different seat. She smiled at him gratefully, knowing that he'd done it because of her uncertainty with the other strangers in detention.
When the monitor turned away, he mouthed an apology, face exaggerated in sadness. She shook her head just a little, and then ducked her chin, smiling to herself. When they were dismissed, she tucked the paper in with the rest of her things.
Finn met her outside while she was squinting at the noon sun.
"I didn't think we'd get caught," he said regretfully. "Puck and I used to sit and make paper airplanes and stuff. The lady who used to do detention always slept on the job."
"It's half my fault too," she answered, shrugging and adjusting her bag on her shoulder. He still looked uncertain, in that adorable hangdog way of him, and so she acted on her impulse.
"If you wanted to make it up to me, though, we could get lunch. I think surviving my first Saturday detention totally deserves McDonald's." She smiled.
"That was only your first, really?" he answered, incredulous, and then continued hurriedly, "Not that I think you get in trouble a lot! You're really nice, so why would you? It's just--"
"Come on," she said, turning away from the school toward the crosswalk. "There's a Big Mac with your name on it."
"I like the way you think," he answered after a moment's necessary adjustment (Rachel would have expected the apology, and been angry if he hadn't given it; Tina seemed to understand the simple mistake). "And what about you?"
"Chicken McNuggets," she answered sagely as he fell into step beside her, combat boots heavy on the sidewalk. "If I'm going to eat fast food, I might as well eat the bad stuff."
He laughed as they walked. And maybe they didn't get to sit together the next week, but they did share smiles when they could.
She didn't even have to ask about McDonald's afterward, and he offered to carry her bag.
She was almost tempted to go for a third week of detention, but she didn't have to. He asked if she wanted to hang out anyway.
She didn't hesitate to say yes.