darker_london | Besting the Succubus (Quinn, Flynn) (Reply)

Quinn felt like a world class loser as he sat in the library on Thursday morning. Half of him was hoping that Rachel would turn up again, and the other half was hoping she wouldn't because if she did and he had another night with Flynn like last night, he was going to kick his own arse. He had left Flynn in the middle of a date. Flynn had planned a whole lovely evening for him and Quinn had just left because he was feeling too conflicted to stay. He had tried to make up for it by leaving a rose on their bed for Flynn to find, but Flynn hadn't mentioned anything about finding it, so Quinn was pretty sure his plans to rectify the situation with one gesture had fallen through significantly.

Quinn knew he had to fix this. He was sitting in a library studying when he should be home with Flynn, making up for being an idiot. He wasn't getting any actual studying done anyway. He had been staring at the same page for near on an hour now.

Quicky, Quinn started to pack up, and then he heard a voice behind him that sent shivers up his spine, though they were not of fear or revulsion. "Hey, Quinn. Are you leaving?"

Quinn turned to see Rachel standing there, giving him a bright smile. The expression made him want to sit down again quickly, but he managed to stand even though he went weak in the knees. "Yeah...I was...hi. Not 'high' hi like on weed or anything...er..."

Rachel laughed and she shook her head in amusement. "I wouldn't have assumed that."

"No thanks to me being terribly convincing, I'm sure." Quinn relaxed a little. God she was beautiful. Her eyes were incredible. He caught himself staring at them. "Er...how are you?"

"Wonderful. I thought I'd come by and study here, since it works so well for you. Will you stay?"

"I was..I was going to..." But even through his protests, he could feel himself sitting again. "What were you going to study?" Alarm bells were going off in his head, but it was almost as if he wasn't able to heed them. Like his ability to resist had been taken away. He both didn't like it, and felt quite happy to give in. It was like he was giving in to a nice warm, relaxing bath...with a very attractive woman... "Did you find a book on art history?"

"Several, actually." Rachel said, taking the seat opposite him. "Thought I'd give your five-book technique a try."

Quinn laughed easily. "Ah, it's not for everyone." He glanced at his watch and his stomach twisted with guilt again. Suddenly, imagining Flynn's hurt expression from the night before, Quinn was filled with the urge to leave here and it was enough to break through whatever had been holding him back, keeping him compliant up til now. "Actually...I...Rachel, I have to go. My boyfriend and I had sort of a fight last night, and I should really go see him." As soon as he said it, he regretted it, but it was out there now. He couldn't take it back.

"Boyfriend, hmm?" Rachel looked mildly confused. "Wow. I wouldn't have pegged you for a queer."

"Hey!" Quinn took a step backwards and he narrowed his eyes. "Wh..why would you...there's no need to be rude..."

"I'm not being rude, it's just an observation. I wouldn't have jumped to that conclusion. Are you sure you belong with him?"

"Yes." Quinn said, before he could even think about it. And then, upon thinking, he knew it was true. Even in the face of such strong attraction to Rachel, he knew he belonged with Flynn.

"Are you sure?" Rachel said, leaning forward with intent, though Quinn had no idea she was putting the succubus whammy on him. He just knew that when she leaned forward, the way her hair fell down over her neck was driving him crazy.

"I'm sure." Quinn said, though he sounded less sure than he had the first time. "I should go home. But...I can see you again. To study." Quickly, before she could lean forward and be all alluring again, Quinn made his retreat.

The entire walk home, Quinn spent mired in misery. He didn't understand why he felt so strongly towards Rachel. He was not someone who was unfaithful. He loved Flynn. Flynn was his soulmate. Quinn didn't betray the people he loved. What was wrong with him?! The second he entered the house, he called Flynn's name. There were no scones for him today and Flynn was holed up in their room with his bass on his lap, but he wasn't playing it. That really only happened when he was preoccupied. When Quinn entered, Flynn looked up at Quinn, but he didn't say anything. He just watched Quinn with questioning eyes as if he were looking for clues as to what to do next.

"Oh, Bub. I'm so sorry." Quinn threw his bookbag on the bed and he fell to his knees in front of Flynn. "I'm so so sorry. I love you, Mal. I don't know what was wrong with me yesterday." He was ready to apologise, but he still wasn't ready to talk about Rachel, whatever that meant. "I was all...messed up in the head. Please...I'm sorry-"

"You only had to say it once." Flynn said, smiling then. The expression came easily, despite the situation, because it was his Quinn. Flynn set his bass down, lovingly as always, and then he leaned forward to take Quinn into his arms. "Are you okay now?"

"I'm...upset at myself. I hate that I messed up your night for you. I'm going to make it up to you, Mal. I promise."

"I don't need it made up to me, Quinn. I'm not like that. As long as you're okay, we're okay." He kissed Quinn's forehead and he gave Quinn's hands a squeeze. "I was worried, you know."

"I know. I won't do it again. I'll tell you when I'm feeling...weird and unsocial...it was my fault. Hey...it was really sweet of you to make plans for me. Especially because you're still all hurt and I doubt romance was the first thing on your mind."

"On the contrary." Flynn winked. "It usually is."

Quinn snorted and he leaned his forehead against Flynn's. "Well fair enough, Casanova. You feel like a lunch date? I could use something to eat and I'm sure you could too."

"Only if I can have dessert first." Flynn said, referring in no way to actual dessert. He grinned cheekily and Quinn felt the familar rush of pleasure and excitement he always felt when Flynn smiled like that. It was electric and all at once it drove all thoughts of Rachel out of his head. This was his love. Here in front of him. He would be mad to give him up.

"I think that just might be on the menu." Quinn winked and then he squealed cutely as Quinn lifted him up and transferred him to the bed, pushing Quinn's bookbag to the floor in the process. Books could come later. Now was their time.