darker_london | Yours (Quinn/Flynn)

Quinn had known Flynn was coming home some time today, but he hadn't known Flynn would be waiting for him by the time he arrived home from working at the shelter. Quinn was tired and hungry, but in a relatively good mood. They had taken another boy in and helped him find a safe place to stay. It always made Quinn feel good. Now he wanted a shower and to fix dinner so that there would be something for Flynn to eat too when he arrived. Though when Quinn opened the door and found Flynn on the bed, that entire plan flew out the window. "Bub!" Quinn said happily. "You broke in to my house!"

"I have a key," Flynn reminded Quinn, obviously not understanding Quinn was just being strange. Flynn stood from the bed and he moved to wrap his arms around Quinn. "I missed you." He leaned in to kiss his boyfriend and when he pulled away, he grinned down at the slightly smaller Quinn.

"I missed you too." Quinn smiled back at him, though his expression was a mixture of happiness, amusement, and confusion. "What...? What is it, Bub? You look like you won the lottery."

"No," Flynn said, still grinning.

"Uh...am I supposed to guess? Because if you're going to keep grinning like that, I'm going to start to think you're plotting my death and you're really excited about it."

"Do I look manic!?" Flynn asked, and then he looked pleased with himself, which make Quinn laugh.

"That would be a yes. Come on, Mal. What's up?" Quinn had an inkling, and Flynn knew it. He also knew Flynn wanted to say it, so he was playing silly. Flynn loved him for that. He didn't always say a lot, but this he wanted to say himself.

"I love you," Flynn breathed. "I love you so much. And one day we sat on a roof and you told me you didn't want to be with anyone else. I don't either. I mean...I said that at the time, and I still don't. Quinn, I want to do it. I want to marry you. I want to live with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And I don't want to wait." Flynn had almost lost him so many times. That had been the deciding factor. Yes, they could wait, and no it wouldn't make a huge amount of difference to their relationship. But anything could happen. They lived perilous lives at times. Why wait?

Quinn's smile became more intimate and endlessly more fond. "I want to too." He leaned forward and kissed Flynn's chin. "I don't want to wait either. Let's do it."

Flynn laughed and he pulled Quinn close to him. Flynn kissed Quinn's face all over before drawing the other man into a deep and passionate kiss. When he pulled away, he still stood, embracing Quinn. "We should celebrate," Flynn whispered.

"I was going to shower," Quinn said, his voice still muffled by Quinn's neck.

"That counts as celebrating!" Flynn winked and he started to pull Quinn into the bathroom. "And then we can order a bunch of food and not leave the bedroom until tomorrow?"

Quinn chuckled and he allowed himself to be pulled, because he certainly had no complaints about Flynn's plans. "I think that sounds perfectly perfect, soon-to-be-husband."

Upon hearing those words, Flynn had to stop and kiss Quinn again before the trek to the bathroom could continue. He had never felt quite so elated in his life. Not when he had seen Quinn again after so long, not while performing on stage, not even when Quinn had come back to him after months of being lost to brain damage. This was the absolute best moment of his life because from here on out, he belonged to someone. He had spent so long belonging to no one and nothing.

Now, even if it was still unofficial as yet, he would be someone's. Legally. Forever. Quinn would never abandon him for the things he believed. Quinn would never kick him out of his home. Quinn would never hurt him. With Quinn, Flynn finally felt completely and absolutely safe. It was the best feeling in the entire world.