Although I've not completed my last Pezberry fic, I wanted to go ahead and write this one as it has been bouncing about in my head for the past few days for some reason. Hopefully I will find the inspiration to complete my last fic, but until then, here is some Finchel.

10 years ago

'Seriously Rachel, how much more time are you going to give this guy? You've been chatting online since you were 15, your almost ready to graduate, he's failed to meet you. Are you even sure he is who he says he is?' Asks Quinn in a concerned voice.

'I am sure Finn is who he says he is. His social media checks out, I've seen the school uploads etc but his connection on the internet at home seems to be poor, all the time.' Rachel said meekly.

'Well, if you want some friendly advice Rachel, it's time and in your heart and mind, I think you know that as well' sighed Quinn.

Rachel looked at Quinn, knowing that she was right, she nodded her head in defeat.

'To be honest Quinn, I have an email ready for him telling him that this can't go on, I just need courage to send it and now isn't the right times to send it.' Rachel showed the email to Quinn and before she knew it, Quinn hit send.

'There, no courage needed, you may not thank me for it just now, but in time, you will. You have so much opportunity, LA is calling you, you are already in Los Angeles College of Music (LACM) and have so much to see and do with your life. I just hope you live it and take it for all it's worth.

'Quinn! You have no idea what you have just done! Damn you. I told you it wasn't the right time.' Rachel panicked. What will Finn think of her now. Receiving that email at this time of year. Rachel closed her eyes and could picture Finn being crushed and sighed before heading to class.

Finn arrived home and threw his back pack and flips open his laptop. Starting up the laptop he sat down on his chair and smiled. This is always his favourite part of the day, when he gets to chill out and talk to Rachel online.

He couldn't explain to his friends what draws him to Rachel. They met on social media when they were 15, almost 18 now and they were idolising each other. Their chats were always full of fun and genuinely in good spirits. But most of all, they were a good support for each other when things weren't going right in their lives.

'Finn, honey, just remember that tomorrow after school we are going to see your Dad.' Carole said as she poped her head round his bedroom door. 'I know Mom, although I really don't like going to his graveside, I know tomorrow is his anniversary.' Finn said softly.

'Shall let you go Finn, I know you like chatting to Rachel at this time, just thought I would remind you since I am working late shift tonight.' Carole smiled weakly at Finn before turning around and heading downstairs.

Finn turned around to look at the laptop and logged in to his accounts. A frown appeared on his face, offline. That was strange, Rachel is always on time and if she can't make it, she drops him a text message on his cell phone.

You have 6 new emails. Finn sighed heavily before he clicked on it. He was waiting to hear back from universities and wasn't getting much feedback. But he clicked on his first email from NYC Steinhardt. Sighing and preparing himself for another rejection, he blinked several times at the screen, making sure he wasn't seeing thing. An acceptance. He finally got in! Clicking that email off and then an email caught his eye, with the heading "Finn", seeing it was from Rachel, he opened it up and started reading.

"Hey you,

I know it's your long day with football practice and studies but I don't know if I can do this anymore Finn.

You know I have a love for you that can not be explained, or in our situation, shown. We live so far apart and every time we have arranged to meet, something has happened, wether it being your car breaking down, lack of money or anything else for that matter.

In my heart Finn, I would have loved nothing more than to meet you, even if it was just the one time. But as we are fast approaching heading off to universities, with me going to LACM and you hopefully attending school in NYC, we will be even further apart.

My heart is breaking writing this to you, my eyes are sore from the tears I've cried.

I know that this email wasn't the one you hoped for, but Finn, please, for us, our sanity, we need to let each other be free.

If fate should somehow allow our paths to cross again, I shall look forward to receiving that hug you've always promised me.

Always

Rachel

Finn closed his laptop. Lay on his bed, tucking his arms behind his head, sighing loudly and closing his eyes. Holding back the tears, thinking how he was completely happy one minute getting in to Steinhardt, then all that Rachel had said, the poor timing of it with it being the anniversary of his fathers passing, but with all his thoughts, he drifted off to sleep.