Hi everyone!

I'm back with another story! I'm trying to tackle a future fic of Finchel - with a twist :-) It might have been done before, but I never read one yet so apologies if it might sound familiar with other stories you might've read.

This few weeks ahead will be crazy-hectic for me. There is still life and responsibilities outside my happy glee bubble that I need to attend to, but I promise I will try my best to update regularly. I don't know how long this story is going to be, but I really hope that I can make it always interesting for you.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this story. I hope I won't disappoint you :-)

Reviews/comments/feedbacks/criticisms/corrections are welcome - As I don't live in New York, I might make mistakes here and there. Feel free to let me know :-)

Until then!

Disclaimer: Glee isn't mine. Oh how wish it was.

Finn Hudson stood up in the queue of the little coffee shop on 103rd & Broadway. It was a chilly November morning, and he wanted nothing more than a cup of long macchiato to go. He glanced at his wristwatch; thank goodness he woke up earlier today, if he had decided to linger a bit more in bed, he would've been so late for work.

He didn't usually drink coffee, but he was up late last night watching a football game on ESPN and he needed the caffeine boost to fully wake him up. The coffee machine in his workplace was crap; this coffee shop made the best coffees he had ever tasted. It was almost totally worth the long queue and the twenty minutes wait.

"Morning, Rachel! The usual?" the old barista greeted a petite girl in the front of the queue. She was about two people ahead of Finn.

"Good morning to you, John. Yes, I'll have my usual Hazelnut Latte and a bagel, please." Finn looked up. That girl's voice is very unusual – it sounded really… chirpy. And it sounded like singing.

"That will be $3.50. The bagel's on the house," the Barista said as he gave the girl her order. The old man gave her a warm smile.

"Why, thank you John! You surely made my morning."

Wow. Finn thought to himself. She sounded really prim and proper. He had never heard anyone talk like that anymore – except in black and white movies (Not that he watched any. He didn't!). Finn stretched his neck, wanting to see what the girl looked like. It was really hard, because she was so tiny and the people in front of Finn blocked his sight of her.

"Have a good day, John. I shall see you tomorrow morning,"

She put a five-dollar note in the tip jar before she turned around from the queue. Finn locked his gaze on her, but she was wearing a hat and Finn couldn't see her face. He could only see her hair – long, dark brown and wavy. She walked pass Finn and the smell of strawberries tickled his nose. He noticed the way she walked – it was not a walk, it was more like she was prancing, or gliding even.

"Morning. What can I get you today?" the same barista greeted Finn, snapping him back to reality from his own thoughts.

"Just a long macchiato to go, thanks," Finn gave him his dollar and told him to keep the change. The Barista looked on to him gratefully.

"Who is that girl you were talking to earlier?" he asked – almost whispering, obviously unable to hide his curiousness.

"Sorry if I sounded like a creep, but her voice is very unusual – in a good way,"

"Oh, that's Rachel. She comes every morning for her usual coffee. Yes, she sounds lovely, doesn't she?" the barista smiled at Finn. He nodded, and took his coffee from him.

"She'll be here again tomorrow morning. Y'know, if that's what you wanted to know,"

"Er… thanks," Finn felt his cheek warmed – oh God, was he blushing? So not cool, Hudson.

"Anytime. So, I'll see you tomorrow morning then?" the question hit Finn like he was just hit by a subway.

How did the old man know what he was thinking? Was 'single and ready to mingle' written on his forehead? Sure, he was curious about the girl, but didn't mean that he's attracted to her – right? That would be crazy! He didn't even know what she looked like!

Finn didn't know how to respond so he replied with a half-smile instead, before he stepped away from the counter and continued his journey to work absent-mindedly.

"I thought so too," the barista mumbled to himself as he watched Finn walked out the coffee shop.

...

Finn couldn't believe that he was sitting in the coffee shop again the next morning. He intentionally woke up even earlier than usual and actually made the effort of making sure he looked extra presentable. He couldn't concentrate at work at all yesterday – he kept on repeating the girl's voice in his head.

He ordered the same coffee and the same barista was serving him, but this time he didn't have it to go. The old man just nodded and smiled knowingly. Somehow, Finn felt like the barista knew he was going to come back - for coffee and something else on the side. Finn chose a table nearest to the counter; his heart was beating faster than usual. Weird. He didn't even know this girl or how she looked like; but something in her voice haunted him like the ghost of Christmas past.

Stay cool, Hudson. Stay cool. He thought to himself, opening up the newspaper he just bought and pretended to read. His heart jumped a bit every time someone came into the shop. After fifteen minutes, he was about to give up. She hadn't show up and he needed to get going. He sipped the last drop of his coffee and stood up unwillingly.

But then he saw her. Rachel. She was wearing a navy blue trench coat, with black turtleneck. Her gloves are dark red and she was wearing a black skirt and black boots. She walked with such poise and grace, as if she owned the world and everyone in it.

His jaw dropped a bit. Her skin was olive, which totally compliments her long dark locks. Her nose was very distinctive. Her cheeks were rosy red from the cold weather outside. And her eyes. Oh God, her eyes.

She was a goddess.

"Good morning, John. How are you today?" she greeted the barista.

There it is; the voice, like a melody to Finn's ears. He stared at her, unable to move. Not wanting to move, to be honest. She was chatting with the barista as he was making her usual order.

Should he say something, like, introduce himself? Maybe he should ask her out? Does she have a boyfriend? Maybe he should go to the counter and pretend to talk to John about the weather or something to catch her attention? No, that was lame! Come on, you've done this before!

When Finn snapped back to reality, she was nowhere in sight. Rachel had left. He really wanted to kick himself for letting the opportunity slipped away. He cursed a little under his breath, gathering his things and walked towards the door.

"Hey, young man!" Finn turned around.

"Don't worry, she'll be here tomorrow morning as well," the barista shouted and half of the people in the queue were now staring at Finn. He gave him a quick nod and walked – no, almost sprinted – to the door. That was embarrassing.

Finn couldn't concentrate at work again that day. He'd been thinking about Rachel all day long.

His memories flashed back to his last serious girlfriend, Quinn, while he was in high school. Quinn sure was pretty – head cheerleader, long blonde hair, green eyes and a body that made guys weak in the knees. The typical all American girl, same as the other girls he had been seeing after Quinn.

But this girl, there was something about her that drove him crazy. He needed to find out what it was before he loses sanity.

***TBC***