Make it Alright

Chapter 1

A/N: Hello everybody! I've been reading fics on this site for a while, and I finally convinced myself that I should attempt one. There's been some pretty amazing stories, and even though this is probably nowhere near amazing, I hope you enjoy! Chapter 1 is a bit short, but hey, it's gotta start some where!

P.S. If you are a Finchel fan, the first guy name you read will scare you...however... take a deep breathe, and keep reading. Trust me :)

Ok, I'm going to stop talking now, and let you read.


Chapter 1

Clouds draped over the Seattle airport, a usual sight for the locals, and a slightly alarming view for the tourists who rarely roamed the Seattle streets. There was a dreary, slow, depressing cloud that somehow made its way into the structure and draped itself around every traveler. Rain was imminent, and you could tell.

Rachel was dragged through security, careful not to make any eye-contact with the visibly bored and annoyed guards. After slinging her purse haphazardly over her shoulder, she surveyed the mob of people for her boyfriend. Following a small hop over the crowd, she was able to spot Jesse starting to walk away from the bench area. She slid through the labyrinth of travelers and let out a large sigh when she latched onto the back of Jesse's leather jacket.

"Thanks for waiting." She breathed from behind him.

"Yeah, well." He replied, bitterness dripping from his tongue.

"Jesse, seriously what the heck is wrong with you? You've been acting like a jerk ever since we got here." Rachel snapped back.

"Calm down. I just…let's just get this over with, okay?"

"Get what 'over with', were suposed to be on vacation." She asked, slightly confused.

"Yeah, longest vacation of my life already." Jesse let slide from his mouth.

"Alright Jesse." Rachel brought her voice almost to a scream as the couple paced to luggage claim. She could feel the tears coming, but she fought through them. "I'm not having the greatest time either. I mean, why are we even in Seattle? You haven't told me a single ion of information about this trip, and to be quite honest, you seem to have changed a lot recently, and this new, snappy Jesse isn't some one I want to spend ten minutes with, let alone a whole week."

With that little speach, Jesse stopped in the middle of the jet stream of travelers, causing a huge build-up of people. Realizing the commotion they were causing, he forcefully grabbed Rachel's arm and pulled her through the people, into a deserted loading area.

"Yeah Rachel? Is that how you feel?" Jesse muttered through his clenched teeth. "Well I guess it's kind of funny that I can't stand you anymore either. You're ungrateful, talkative, spoiled, and annoying, and I don't need, or want you around me anymore. I'm positive there are plenty of women around here that rightfully deserve this." He finished as he pointed to himself. After starring his girlfriend in the eye for a whole second, he turned around and yelled, "Have a nice life." And with that, Jesse St. James disappeared into the ever present mob of people. Rachel blinked at the crowd, trying to process the events that just transpired. Unsurprisingly, the tears began to crawl down her face. She knew that he was gone, Jesse didn't joke around. She had no idea where she was going to go, she didn't want to think about that now, so she slowly slid down the wall, and did the only thing she could. She cried.

After some time, Jesse felt a large body slide down next to her. It was a man, she knew and immediately her body tensed up. Maybe it was Jesse, or it was some dangerous guy her dad's always warned her about who was ready to kidnap her. Either way, she was about to murmer "leave me alone" until the man beat her filling the silence.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" He kindly asked. Rachel felt at chill run through her body at the strangley familiar voice, but just let it pass. She chuckled a bit at the man's simple approach, and looked up. Tears flooded her eyes, and after wiping her eyes clear, her slight smile was frozen.

"Finn?" she asked. The man's lips curled into the unmistakable smile that belonged to none other than Finn Hudson.

"Hey Rach."