A/N: Ok Sheila… here ya go. I hope the way I write this matches up with your ideas. I wish you all the best and if there is EVER anything you need, let me know. Love ya kid!

So….. yet another Finchel Fic… I know, I know… but hey, the person asking me to write these is pretty special, so if I can bring a little joy to her by hitting some keys on a keyboard… I'm all in. This story is all my putting together, but her concept. So I hope I can do it justice. Enjoy!

Looking down from the 23rd story penthouse suite of his building, Finn watching the busy New York streets moving along busily like they did every day. It amazed him how nothing ever stopped. This city stayed alive literally 24 hours a day. He sipped his coffee, black just like he liked it, and walked over towards his answering machine. Hitting play he looked through his mail while listening to the messages fill the otherwise silent room.

Monday 2:23pm – Mr. Hudson, this is Jack from Ashton Reality. I was calling to let you know that the bid on the building down town was accepted. We are clear for renovation. Let me know when you want me to have the crew out there. Thanks.

Monday 5:17pm – Hey there Finn, it's Quinn. I just wanted to tell you that I had an amazing time the other night. Hope we can do it again soon. Take care. Call me.

Finn squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head. He couldn't believe he had gotten drunk enough to give that girl his number. He had a strict rule when it came to women. No strings. NO attachment. He was very cut and dry, and his life revolved around work, exercise and one night stands. He never spent the night at their place and he never… EVER brought them to his house. The last thing he needed was a crazed woman knocking at his door when he did the inevitable and failed to call her the night after their hook up.

He listened to the last message and it made his whole body cringe.

Monday 8:56pm – Hi honey. I know you won't call me back, but I still wanted to leave this message like I do every Monday night and tell you that I love you. I miss you so much and I hope that you are doing well. I saw your photos in the magazine the other day… you looked so handsome. Anyway, I love you and I hope you know that. I think of you every single day Finn. Call me sometime, please?

He reached over, hitting the button on the machine to stop the messages. Hearing his mother's voice only made him feel pain and he preferred to feel nothing. He hadn't spoken to her in 2 years and he still couldn't face her. He thought about the night that his life changed and he felt sick every time. Finn and his step father, Burt, had been driving home from a Yankee's game. They were deep in conversation about how the game played out when a truck struck them out of nowhere, completely crushing the passenger side of Finn's Range Rover, killing his step father instantly. The man was charged with man slaughter over 3 months later and the day Finn walked out of the court room from hearing the judge's ruling was the last time he had stepped foot anywhere near his mom or any of his friends. He moved into the city and became closed off. He had dove deeper into his company, leaving no word with anyone about his whereabouts. Of course his mother, being the woman that she is, tracked him down and one night she came knocking on his door. Finn was shocked to see her considering they hadn't spoken in months. But the reunion she had been hoping for didn't happen. Instead Finn told her he never wanted to see her again, and closed the door on her and his past that night.

He walked towards his bedroom and changed into his running clothes. He stuck his earphones into his ears and went for his morning run. His hear pound inside of his chest as he breathed in the cold morning air, but he pushed on. He turned down the path that ran through the park, the music blaring in his ear. When he reached the point where he would always turn back around, he stopped running long enough to lift his leg onto a bench to retie his shoe. He saw something move out of the corner of his eye and turned his head. A small brunette woman sat on the ground, her ankle clutched in her hands and tears running down her face. He jerked his earphones out of his ear and ran over to her. He knelt down beside her and reached for her leg. She quickly pulled it away, flinching in pain.

"Are you ok?" He asked, his eyes scanning her clearly swollen ankle. "You're ankle is really swollen." He said.

He had yet to look at her, more concerned with her foot but slowly turned to look at her when she didn't answer. "Ma'am, I asked if—" His eyes locked with dark brown ones and he felt like he lost all ability to speak. He closed his eyes, shaking his head in an effort to clear it. "I asked if you are alright." He said once more.

Rachel felt like she had never been taught to speak. As if all her words were just gone. "I uh.. I'm uh.. I twisted it." She said, unable to stop staring at this insanely gorgeous man in front of her.

"Yeah, I can see that. It looks like it's either broken, or really, really sprained. We need to get you to a hospital." Finn said, looking around to see if there was anything to use to help her walk. When he didn't see anything he didn't hesitate, leaning down and scooping her up into his arms. She was so small and light that he felt as if he were carrying a bag of potatoes. "OH my God, you don't have to carry me. I can try to limp over to the taxi." Rachel said in protest, but Finn shook his head. "Nonsense. We need to get you a cab and get that looked at." He said, walking at a rapid pace.

Rachel's arms were draped around his neck and she couldn't help but stare at his chiseled jaw, the slight stubble he had from not shaving yet and his perfectly cut hair. His arms were very muscular and she could see the definition of his pecks through his sweaty shirt. She thought about how incredible he must look without it but her mind was brought back into the present when he stopped by the busy street, yelling across to a man standing next to a solid black town car. She was confused, expecting the usual yellow NY cab to pull up so when the car moved over to stop in front of them she spoke up. "Who's car is this?" She asked. "It's mine, and my driver is going to take you to the hospital and make sure you are checked in. I hope everything goes ok for you." He said, stepping away from the car he had just sat her inside of. "Your car? But… but who are—" The door was shut before she could finish asking who he was, or even for his name. She watched as he put his ear phones in and jogged off down the street.

The driver pulled out into the moving traffic and was silent. "Excuse me? Um, could you tell me the name of that man? The one that owns this car?" Rachel asked, hoping to get an answer. The man with the dark aviators looked into the rearview mirror and with a rock solid face said, "That is Mr. Hudson, ma'am. "

"Mr. Hudson…Mr. Hudson… wait… FINN HUDSON?" she asked in shock. Finn Hudson was only the richest bachelor in New York and had the biggest 'player' reputation in the state as well. "Yes ma'am. Finn Hudson." He said. "We are here. Let me go inside and get someone to bring you a wheelchair." The man said, leaving Rachel inside the car alone. "Why would Finn Hudson, Asshole Extraordinaire help me? I have read so many articles about him in the NY times and wall street journal and he has been rumored to be the "Coldest, Richest, Sexiest Class A asshole" of all time. Maybe she just caught him on a day when his blood was warmer than the usual freezing temperature.

The man came, wheeling her inside and she thanked the driver before he turned to head back towards Finn's direction. Rachel stared at the black car until it disappeared and she was wheeled into the emergency room.

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Finn pushed his door open, pulling his headphones off and tossing them along with his iPod onto the counter and pulled the refrigerator open. He grabbed a bottle of water and took a large gulp. His closed eyes shot open, just like they had during his run. Every time he closed them all he could see were her eyes. The way they looked at him as if they could see right through him. Shaking his head he ripped his shirt over his head, tossing it in the hamper and reaching in to start the water for the shower. He needed to forget about the brunette that had somehow forced her way into his thoughts. He stepped under the spray, his eyes closing and there she was again. "What the fuck is going on?" He said out loud to no one. He showered before walking into his overly large closet, flipping on the light and all the shelves and racks coming to life. Each shirt was hung and pressed to perfection. He reached up, pulling down a solid gray shirt and pulled a white t-shirt and boxers out of a nearby drawer. Slipping them on he chose the pants and suit jacket before finishing off with a tie. He looked at himself in the mirror while hooking his cufflinks and straightening his tie. Once he deemed himself presentable, he grabbed his wallet, cellphone and briefcase, leaving his apartment.

He just needed to get to work, and then any thoughts of that random girl would be gone. Although he couldn't help but wonder if she was ok after her accident. Oh well, it wasn't like he would ever see her again. New York was a huge town and the chances of running into the same random stranger again were pretty slim. He walked out of his building, nodding to the door man before sliding into the car that his driver had ready and waiting. "To the plaza, Max." Finn instructed, and the driver pulled out as ordered. Finn had his phone in hand, reading through some emails for work, but his mind kept pulling at him. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, before giving in and asking. "Did you get the woman to the hospital ok?" Max forced himself not to show any type of smile at his boss' question. He knew Finn was a good guy, even if he hid it well. Last year Max's daughter needed a surgery, and Max couldn't afford it. Suddenly the hospital received an anonymous donation and Max knew there was only one person with that kind of money lying around. He never thanked Finn though, knowing that if he wanted a thanks, he wouldn't have made the donation anonymously.

"Yes sir. She was being checked out when I left. Did you um, want me to get an update?" He tried, but Finn shook his head, looking back down at his phone. His sunglasses covered his eyes, but Max knew that Finn was trying to hide his concern. "No. No that's ok." The car came to a stop in front of Hudson Enterprises. Stepping out, Finn walked inside, avoiding conversation with anyone. People knew that when he was there, he preferred to be left alone. The only person that spoke to him on a regular basis was his secretary Blaine Anderson. When Finn walked into the top floor towards his office Blaine approached him, a cup of coffee in one hand and a stack of messages in the other. "Good morning Finn. How was your morning?" Blaine asked, falling into step next to the overly tall, 6'4 man. Finn ignored his question, only offering a shrug before tossing the message onto his desk and placing his briefcase next to it. "Did Daniel from Sayfried call back?" Finn asked, still not looking at Blaine. "Uh, yeah. He said to call him back to let him know which day would be good for the meeting." Blaine could tell something was on Finn's mind, and knew better than to push it. He made sure he wasn't needed further before stepping out of the office, shutting the door behind him.

Finn pushed back in his chair, spinning to look out the full length windows. He wondered if the brunette was ok, and it was a very unfamiliar feeling. He needed to get busy and keep his mind off of this. She was a stranger for God's sake, why was he worrying so much about it?

Hours went by as Finn worked on one project after another. He glanced over at the clock and saw that it was a little after 2:00 and he pressed a button on the phone, buzzing Blaine's desk.

"Yes sir?" Blaine answered quickly.

"Blaine. I need you to make a call. Call down to University Hospital and see what information you can find out about a woman that was dropped off with a sprained ankle. A name, or an address. I don't know how you can get that information out of them, but find a way."

Then the line went dead. Blaine stared at the phone for a moment, in shock. Who was this person that Finn was so interested in finding? He shook himself back into motion before picking up the phone and calling in every favor he had. He had no idea why Finn needed to know who this woman was, but he knew that if he didn't figure it out, his boss would have his ass. Finn Hudson was not used to being told 'no' and he damn sure didn't feel like making today the first time he was. After a few phone calls, Blaine had the information he wanted. 'Rachel Berry'. "Hmm, he thought. Who are you Rachel? And why does my boss need to know who you are so badly?" Blain said to himself. He walked towards Finn's office, walking in quietly as he saw that he was on the phone. His back was to the door and he stared out the window.

"I don't care what you need to do, you are going to make it happen. Do I make myself clear? Good. I'll hear back from you within the next 24 hours." Finn said before hanging up the phone. "What do you need Blaine? I'm in no mood for—" Finn stopped talking when he saw Blaine hold up a small piece of paper with a name on it. "I found the woman you were looking for. Her name is Rachel Berry.. there is her address and telephone number." He sat the paper down in front of Finn who sat there silent. Sure he wanted the information, but now that he had it what would he do? "Um" Finn cleared his throat, "Thank you Blaine. That will be all for today." Blaine walked out silently, knowing that whatever mental battle Finn was going through was something that he had to do on his own.

Finn opened his lap top, the 'Google' screen starting at him. His fingers typed as if they had a mind of their own as the words 'Rachel Berry' were entered and then hit enter. Nothing came up really, as she wasn't someone famous or been in the media. He saw one link that said, 'Rachel Berry to debut in her first Broadway performance of Funny Girl'. He clicked on it and quickly an article popped up, along with a few photos of Rachel singing. "So she's a singer?" He asked himself. He read the entire article before closing it. He didn't have a clue why he felt such a pull towards this woman, hell they hadn't said a dozen words to each other. But there was something…. Some type of spark that he felt inside of a heart he long ago thought had stopped beating.

He picked up the phone and made a phone call to his personal assistant before shutting off his computer and reaching for his suit jacket off the back of his chair. He had a meeting downtown and then he was finished for the day. He didn't know why but he felt strange, off his game, and he wanted to get home and try to relax before his head exploded.

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Rachel sat in her apartment, her foot elevated inside of a foot brace. She lay there, letting the events of the day play over in her mind. The man from the park who she had learned to be THE Finn Hudson consuming her every thought. She had heard of him, hell who hadn't… and she knew very well about his reputation. But even though she knew all those things, she couldn't help but feel like she could see something in his eyes. Pain? Fear? Loneliness maybe? She had never felt what she felt when she looked into this eyes with any other person in her life. She couldn't describe it, but it was as if something inside of her woke up. Something that she never knew had been sleeping. She shook the thoughts from her mind when she heard her phone ring. She picked up the annoying object and saw that it was her boyfriend, Jesse. Sliding her finger across the screen she put the phone against her head. "Hello?" There was a lot of noise in the background, sounding like traffic so she knew he was out of rehearsals. "Hey babe. How are you feeling? What did the doctor say about your foot?" Jesse asked, and she was surprised that he was even acting concerned. "They said I sprained it. They put me in a brace and said to stay off of it for the next 24 hours." She said. "Oh. What are you going to do about rehearsal? You know Cassandra won't let you miss without recasting your part. That's really unfortunate." He said, but she could hear in his voice that he wasn't that upset about this. "Well, it's not like I planned on this happening Jesse. I can't do anything about it. And besides, Cassandra was wanting to get me out of that part regardless. She was just looking for an opportunity. Well it looks like she has one." Rachel was growing very annoyed with the conversation every second it went on. "I'll let her know what is going on. I'll be by in a little bit. I have to go pick up my sheet music for tomorrow and probably meet your replacement since that's who I'll be working with. Talk to you later." He said and hung up. Rachel looked at her phone with disgust. "No, I don't need anything. Thank you though… NOT!" She said to herself. She had no idea why she was in a relationship with Jesse. She didn't feel anything towards him anymore but she just didn't want to be the bad guy and end things. So she waited and hoped that he would be the one to walk away. She tossed her phone on the couch next to her before reaching for the remote.

A knock at the door shocked her. She wasn't expecting anyone, but she assumed Jesse was stopping by, maybe to apologize for being such a jerk. She walked over, ripping the door open and preparing for what would most certainly be an argument. "Jesse, I don't—" She started but instead she froze when she saw a man standing there with a HUGE bouquet of flowers. "What the—" She said. "Excuse me miss, I have a delivery for Ms. Rachel Berry." He said. Rachel stood there, her mouth open unsure of what to say. She knew Jesse never sent flowers and he wouldn't do anything this thoughtful. "I'm uh, I'm Rachel Berry." She said, her weight shifting to move pressure from her foot. "These are for you ma'am. Could you sign here?" He asked, handing her a small clipboard and a receipt. He handed her the flowers and smiled before leaving. She shut the door, limping towards the table to set them down. They were beautiful and she had NEVER received flowers nearly this amazing. "Who would send these?" She thought to herself as she reached for the card. She opened the envelope and read.

-I hope that you are feeling better. I just wanted to send these to say sorry for not taking you to the hospital myself. Get well soon. Finn Hudson

Rachel couldn't blink. She read the card again several times, thinking to herself that this couldn't be real. How did he know where I live? How did he eve know my name? She was in shock and her phone rang several times before it even registered in her mind that it was going off. She walked over, seeing a number on the screen that she didn't recognize. She almost ignored it, but something in her gut made her answer.

"Hello?" She said softly into the phone.

"Rachel?" She heard the masculine voice ask.

"Yes? Who is this?" She asked, her stomach doing somersaults.

"It's Finn. Finn Hudson? I was the one who helped you to the—" He said, sounding almost nervous but Rachel interrupted him.

"I know who you are. How did you get my number?" She wondered out loud.

"I have connections with people. I was calling to see if you received the flowers I sent. My email said they were delivered." He asked, matter of factly.

"Uh, yeah. I did. They are um, beautiful. But how did you know… never mind… connections. I forgot." She said with a laugh, as if she knew her questions were ridiculous. Of course the most powerful man in all of New York could find out where she lived, or even her phone number for that matter.

"Well I won't keep you. I just wanted to make sure you got them, and wish you a fast recovery. Take care of yourself Rachel." He said and then he hung up.

Rachel couldn't breathe. Did that really happen? Was any of this real? She shook her head, trying to come back to reality.

On the other end, Finn sat in his apartment, his heart beating quickly in his chest. Hearing her voice made him feel this strange feeling inside and it was something he hadn't felt in longer than he could remember. He didn't know what it was about this girl, but a part of him needed to know.