A/N: Okay so this is my first attempt at a glee fic, or any fic for that matter. Sorry for the first chapter being short, most likely the second one will be short as well, but hopefully the 3rd chapter and onward will be longer.
Twilight
[June 21st, 2013]
Finn laid there, on his back watching the Northern Lights illuminate the night sky in the bone chilling Alaskian weather. He sat his beer down in the snow and sighed heavily. He did this every night since he arrived in Alaska almost a year ago, just watching the fluorescent lights gleam across the sky. Red, Blue, Green, Purple, he loved all the colors that the mysterious force shined.
One thing he was thankful for was that it was never brown.
Brown, the color of her eyes.
He couldn't even eat chocolate any more without imagining her looking up at him and saying those words that killed him inside every time he thought of them. Finn closed his eyes as tears began to trickle down his face, his hand searched around for the bear bottle that he dug into the snow. He picked it up and let the burning liquid flow down his throat. He usually didn't take it this hard when he thought of the break-up (After he initially managed to stop crying after the first couple of months after the break-up.) but today was different.
Today was the 1 year anniversary of the break-up.
He sighed to himself as the red light seemed to have a brown tint coming over it. He knew he was just imagining it, but alas, her memory tainted the beautiful lights and he got up and began to walk back to his truck with a 5 pack of beer at hand. He used to hate drinking beer because of the taste and the negative affect it had on the liver (She had taught him that, and he mentally cursed himself for thinking of her again) He threw the beer in the tailgate of his truck and wiped away the tears that he didn't even know he let fall. He needed to get her off of his mind so he turned on his radio and wouldn't you know it, a Journey song started playing.
"You make me weep and wanna die
Boy, wasn't that the truth.
Just when you said we'd try
The lyrics made him wonder about what she said to him that day, before he could remember the part that made him cry like a little girl, someone blew their horn at him. This immediately made him lose his train of thought and he began to focus on the road.
Lovin', touchin', squeezin' each other..."
He changed the station and he heard Phil Collins and Philip Bailey in mid-song of 'Easy Lover'
"She's an easy lover, She'll take your heart but you won't feel it,"
Bullshit, he felt all of it. He turned the radio off as he passed the Lima, Alaska sign.
Yeah, he nearly drove off the road when he saw the sign 'Now entering Lima, Alaska' for the first time. It was ironic really, He managed to escape from becoming a Lima Loser in Ohio, but he couldn't escape from becoming a Lima Loser in Alaska. He laughed bitterly to himself and looked at it as a metaphor. No matter where he went, no matter how far he was from Lima, Ohio, he would still be a Lima Loser.
He actually liked being a Lima Loser, as weird as that sounds. He didn't have to try, he didn't have to aspire to be anything great. He didn't have to be pushed by that certain girl...
"Stop," He quietly said, aloud to his subconscious mind. He was getting worried that he was becoming a bit schizophrenic (She taught him what that word meant after she forced him to watch Oprah with her)
And there he goes thinking about her again.
Part of him wanted to hate her and forget she ever existed, but the other part of him wanted to think about her all the time and missed her so much it literally hurt. He could only classify this as the 'Moving on process'. regardless of the differences the two sides of Finn had, they both really wished she felt as crappy as he did. He scoffed bitterly to himself, she made it evident that day that she didn't care for him the way he cared about her.
He pulled up into the small apartment complex parking lot, he got out and grabbed the 5-pack.
I'm gonna need this for tonight.
He lightly jogged up the stairs, pulled out his keys, and opened the door to his apartment. It was a warm welcome to come back home after a hard days work at the Auto-shop to a nice and cozy apartment.
It was a nice apartment, one bedroom, 2 bath, the works. The walls were a very dull gray color with no pictures or nick-knacks hanging on the wall. The only thing making the walls stand out was a framed acceptance letter to Lima University. It made him feel like he wasn't a total loser. He didn't want to think about why he didn't attend college, mainly because it brought him back to her.
Come to think of it, all of it was her fault. He wouldn't be sitting here 19 years old, working at a crappy Auto-shop in the middle of fucking Alaska, sulking cause his high school girlfriend broke up with him. Then again, it was better than attending college at Lima University were all of the people he went to high school with were going. After word got out about their break-up, Finn's phone exploded with Text messages saying "Tough break, man," "You two were so good together," "Dude, I knew Berry was crazy, but not that crazy" (The last one was Puck's, and it cheered him up a little bit (Not really.)) And he just knew everyone at college was going to look at him like he was a beaten puppy.
And besides, Lima, Ohio had to many memories of her. The bowling alley, Choir room, The... well, it would be better to list off the places in Lima that didn't remind him of her.
Even though they weren't the most popular couple at McKinley High, they definitely were the happiest. Hell, they were even voted "Most Likely to Get Married" in the 2012 edition of the Thunderclap.
Enough thinking about her.
He dashed for the kitchen and grabbed the bottle opener and quickly pulled open the tab of one of the beer bottles he had in his hand, he then proceeded to chug the entire bottle and slammed it down on the counter with a 'Thud'. He then snatched the bottle opener again and repeated...
1 hour and 9 beers later, Finn was drunk off his ass.
He managed to drag his intoxicated body to his bedroom where he threw himself face first down on the very firm (Too firm to be exact) mattress. He began mumbling aimlessly about her, saying he loved her, missed, her, wanted to hold her in his arms again, kiss her senseless, make love to her again.
Didn't I do this to forget? Didn't I move here to get away from her? Then why does she still haunt me?
Finn rolled off his bed and onto the floor. He slowly but steadily picked up his massive, drunk body off of the floor and stumbled over to his dresser.
And sitting on top of his dresser was a little black box.
Finn lazily tried to turn his lamp on, but kept missing the switch, he finally turned it on and stared at the box. He reached out to grab the box but he was trembling, not cause he was intoxicated, but because he was afraid of what laid inside of the box.
He hadn't opened it in over a year.
He flipped the top of the box open and a small noise escaped his mouth, Inside of the box was a small silver band with one of the tiniest diamonds on top of it.
Still trembling, he picked the ring up, turned it over, and read the words engraved on the silver band.
"Finn and-" his voice started to crack, he didn't know if he had the strength to say the next word.
"Rachel."
His eyes burned with tears when her name escaped his lips, he was now breathless. It seemed like a lifetime to Finn since he said her name, he usually refereed to Rachel as "She" or "Her". He closed his large hand on the tiny band and fell backwards onto his bed.
He had tried so hard to get over her, why couldn't he do it? Would he ever reach the twilight of getting over her? Would he ever be Finn Hudson again? And that's when it hit him.
He was Never getting over Rachel Berry.
A/N2: So tell me what you think, should I continue or not? I know I'm not the best writer in the word. And I know I will frequently make spelling/grammar/punctuation errors.
