A/N: This is/was sort of my rant. I am so glad that glee club stood up for Rachel when Jesse egged her, though. You know...that part when Puck, Finn, Matt, Mike, Artie and even Kurt were about to beat him up. But before that, I felt bad because the show didn't give Rachel enough time to grieve. And when Mr. Schue tried to talk to Rachel in his office, he wasn't really listening, he just started plotting how to defeat Sue. I dunno. This is the part I feel that they should have put in. Opinions please. Thanks.

P.S. The title idea was super random. Inspired by one of my favorite movies, Finding Nemo. Also inspired by Finding NEVERLAND, where the title could have been Finding FINNLAND. Lol. I own neither of them. I don't Rachel either...or Finn. :(


Her pink argyle sweater was ruined. Her dads would be disappointed. They'd gotten it for her especially. But maybe this time they'd understand. She hoped someone would understand. Just this once. Maybe someone – anyone – could give her a break.

She sat on the steps in front of school. She was soaked. Whether from the tears, or from the rain, she didn't know. She didn't care. Not anymore.

She was empty. There was no other way to describe it. When Jesse left, he took part of her with him. The part with her will to live.

She suddenly became aware of another figure sitting down next to her. She didn't realize anyone else stayed at school this late. That was the whole point of trying to hide. She thought no one would find her.

Instead of looking up, she shook her head, her hair acting as a curtain for her face. She already knew who it was anyway.

"I don't really know what to say," Finn said. "Asking you how you feel when we can all pretty much see it would kind of make me seem like well...an as—"

"Yeah, well," Rachel cut him off. She didn't want this talk. "I don't know what you're talking about. Everyone's in a bad mood this week."

Finn studied her closely for a moment. "Yeah," he said. "But not for the same reasons that you are."

Rachel bit her lip, letting the tears slide down her cheeks. "Right," she whispered.

"Look, Rachel, I know before I told you that if this ended badly, I wouldn't be your friend anymore. I want you to know, that's not true. I lied. I am your friend. You can talk to me."

Rachel didn't respond. She considered what he'd said. The silence between them was so intense that she half expected him to leave.

He didn't.

"You know what the weird thing is?" she finally said.

Finn shook his head, absently playing with the strap of his backpack.

"A few months ago...like, I dunno, maybe two? Back when Mr. Schue gave us that ballad assignment...remember that?"

Finn nodded, smiling wistfully at the memory. "Yeah, I remember. You got paired with him, right? I mean, Mr. Schue?"

"Yeah. I developed an...attraction towards him and I did some rather inappropriate things," she said. Finn noticed her blushing. She cleared her throat. "When I got over it, and well...apologized for my actions, Mr. Schue told me something. He said that one day I'd find a guy who loved everything about me. Even the things I didn't like. That...they'd be the things he'd love the most."

She stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath. When she continued, her voice was shaking. "I thought I found him, Finn. I thought he was the one. When he left after the Run Joey Run debacle, I thought I'd lost him. When you took me to the doctor instead of him, I was so afraid. He was gone. I'd lost him."

She didn't bother to hide the tears this time. Finn swallowed. He hadn't been expecting this.

"But then he came back," Rachel said; sounding so unlike herself. "He came back to me. And that's when I was sure I'd found him. I guess not."

There was an awkward silence. Rachel broke it by laughing. Finn looked at her, alarmed. Maybe she'd really lost her mind. It was possible, with depression, after all.

"I guess there are too many obnoxious parts about myself for anyone to like them all. I can't even bring myself to sing. I'm dead."

Finn arched a brow. Rachel looked him in the eye. She'd always been the dramatic one.

"Dead, Finn. Dead. Look at me. I haven't been eating, well, barely. A-and...I...I just..."

She trailed off, before breaking into sobs. Finn sat closer (a little hesitantly at first) and put his arm around her; letting her rest her head on his shoulder. "It's okay," he said. "I'm here."

Her sobs gradually calmed down. Finn couldn't help but feel this was how it was supposed to be. With Rachel in his arms. He would have jumped at the opportunity to be with her...but she was so broken. It was too soon. He knew how it would end. They'd already been through that. And he couldn't afford to screw up. Not again. He was running out of chances. He would have to wait. It would be worth it...in the end.

"It's okay," he repeated. "I'm still here. I'll always be here."

"I know," Rachel murmured. "I know you will, Finn."


When Rachel got home, she stood at her front door, watching him walk away. His jacket was hanging loosely around her shoulders. She was soaking wet. Her dads would have questions, no doubt. Why are you so late? Why are you wet? What happened to your sweater? Whose jacket is that?

But those questions could wait. At the moment, there was only one question on her mind. As she watched the tall, uncoordinated figure she had grown to care for walk away, she thought that maybe, just maybe, she did find the right guy after all.


A/N2: Thoughts?