Here's a new fanfiction coming your way :) It won't be as long as some of my more recent fics, but give it a chance!

This is somewhat based on a Finchel Prompt on Tumblr, but I put my own twist on it :)

Disclaimer... I don't own glee.

Rachel Berry glanced around the small grocery store for what seemed to be the millionth time since she entered the building. She hated being paranoid, but the nosy paparazzi left her no choice. If there was anything she couldn't stand, it was men with cameras following her constantly, needing to document her every move.

Rachel didn't have that much room to talk though, she always dreamed of being in the spot light. She always wanted to be the star of Broadway, being able to belt out a note in front of hundreds of people cheering her name. Only a few years prior, she finally made the move out to New York from a small town in Ohio, and was immediately cast as the lead in Funny Girl.

Since her debut on Broadway, she was certainly the center of attention, and she wasn't sure how much more of it she could take. It got to the point that photographers photographed her brushing her teeth through her bedroom window! After that little incident, her blinds remained shut.

When Rachel was satisfied that no one was following her through the little store, she continued her grocery shopping and began to select some fruits and vegetables. She analyzed the apple selection, grimacing when she noticed brown spots on the majority of the fruits. She supposed that was the price she had to pay for shopping at such a low key store.

Rachel finally noticed the perfect apple, round and fully green, resting on the top shelf. She stood on her toes and reached as high as her arms would let her, only to realize the apple was just out of her reach. Suddenly, she noticed a long arm extend from behind her, picking up the apple with ease and bringing it down from the shelf.

"Hey!" Rachel exclaimed angrily. "That was my apple!" She turned around to see the apple stealer, and try to in back the apple that was rightfully hers.

"Relax," the man chuckled, handing her the apple, "I was only getting it for you. It didn't look like you'd be reaching that shelf anytime soon."

Rachel gazed into the amber tinted eyes of the gorgeous man in front of her. She took the apple from his hands and felt her cheeks getting red from embarrassment. "Sorry. I suppose I may have overreacted a little."

"Don't worry about it," he replied with a smile. He grabbed a few apples of his own from the top shelf. "I better get going. These apples aren't going to eat themselves!"

"Bye," Rachel replied as he walked past her. She watched him as he got further and further away from her, and couldn't help but think that he looked awfully familiar. She couldn't quite remember where she knew him from. Maybe she saw him at a show once? Maybe he was on TV once? She scolded herself for not asking him for his name. Hopefully she would run into him again sooner or later.

Rachel was suddenly awakened by the sound of someone pounding on the door to her loft. She lazily looked at the clock on her bedside table, 7:38 AM. She groaned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, taking her time to wake up until another loud knock came. She swung herself out of bed and threw a robe over herself to hide her fluffy pink pajamas. Whoever was pounding at the door didn't need to see her pink puppy-dog decorated pajamas.

Once she reached the front door to her home, she gazed through the peep hole to see who woke her. Standing outside, impatiently looking down at her watch, was Olivia Winters, Rachel's publicist.

Rachel groaned loudly once more and pulled the door open, sending a glare to Olivia. "Why are you here? I thought I didn't have anything planned for the day. Remember all that talk we had about a day off?"

Olivia scoffed and walked into Rachel's living room. "Why didn't you tell me you knew Finn Hudson?" She took a seat on the couch and pulled her lap top out, before she began moving the mouse around frequently.

Rachel shut the door and locked it behind her as she scanned her memory for a Finn Hudson. When she was certain that she didn't know of the man she turned back to Olivia, "Who?"

"Finn Hudson," Olivia repeated, pointing to a picture on her laptop screen. "According to the latest news post you're mentioned in, you and Finn are an item."

Rachel rushed over to the lap top Olivia was holding out and took it into her hands. In the center of the screen was a picture of Rachel and the man from the grocery store the other day. The article read that she and the man were probably a new thing, and that the media couldn't want to see more of "Finchel."

Olivia snatched her lap top back from Rachel, "See, this is why I'm always telling you to be careful when you're out and about. You never knew when the paparazzi are going to come up and snap a picture like this. You need to be more aware of your surroundings."

Rachel sat on the leather couch next to Olivia and looked at the photo again. "I am carful. The paparazzi are never there, that's why I am always shopping at that store."

Olivia nodded her head, "They must have followed Finn there then."

"So, who is this Finn guy, and why would the paparazzi interested in him?" Rachel asked, wanting to figure out who the mystery man from the store was the day before. Whoever he was, he sure was friendly, and pretty handsome too.

"You seriously don't know who he is?" Olivia asked her, bewildered that Rachel hadn't heard of him.

"Well, when I saw him he looked kind of familiar," Rachel said, trying again to recall where she knew him from.

"He's only been on the news like 24/7. He's the new quarterback for the Giants," Olivia said. "I would imagine that the paparazzi are following him by the packs. He's fresh meat." The sound of her cell phone captured her attention and she immediately checked out of the conversation with Rachel.

Rachel stood up from the couch and walked into her kitchen, pulling out a container of fresh fruit from the refrigerator. "Do you want anything to eat?" She called to Olivia.

Olivia continued to type away at her smart phone, simply waving Rachel away with her hand.

Rachel shrugged her shoulders and grabbed two bowls from the cabinet anyways. She scooped some fruit into each of the bowls and then put the rest back into the fridge. She then grabbed two forks from a drawer and carried the bowls out to the living room.

Just as Rachel returned to the living room, Olivia finished her texting conversation and gratefully accepted the fruit bowl. "Oh, thanks, Rachel, I'm starving!"

Rachel sat down again next to Olivia and began eating her breakfast. "So, who was that on the phone? Anyone important?"

Olivia finished chewing her orange slice before speaking. "It was actually Finn Hudson's publicist, Peter Connolly. He just saw the picture online today too, and said that he would love to have a meeting with us."

Rachel paused her eating and gave Olivia a questioning look. "Did he say what he wanted?"

"He just wants to meet the lady his client is supposedly dating," Olivia said. "We're just going to meet with him, that's all. What's the worst that could happen?"

Rachel thought about the idea of meeting with Finn's publicist. Olivia was right, there was no harm in meeting the guy just to see what he had to say. And plus, it would be quite the bonus if Finn was there as well. "Okay," Rachel spoke up finally, "I'll go. When are we meeting him?"

Olivia looked at her watch, "In exactly one hour. So hurry up and eat so you can get ready!"

Rachel nodded her head and put another forkful of fruit into her mouth. When she finished chewing her large bit she decided she was finished eating. She took Olivia's empty bowl and took them into the kitchen to place in the sink. Before she headed to her bedroom to finish getting ready she turned to face Olivia again, "For the record, he's not my boyfriend. We only met yesterday."

The first thing Rachel noticed upon walking into Mr. Connolly's office was that an athlete's publicist was much different than an actress' publicist. Or, perhaps the difference was just from Mr. Connolly being a male and Olivia being a female. Olivia's office was full of flowers and other decorative items. Mr. Connolly had sports trophies and posters of memorable athletes lining the walls.

Needless to say, Rachel was no longer sure if she would be willing to hear what Mr. Connolly had to say, whether it involved her or not.

Rachel and Olivia took a seat in the seats across from Mr. Connolly's office chair. He had stepped out of the room for a moment, but promised to return shortly.

"So, have you ever even heard of Mr. Connolly?" Rachel asked Olivia, watching through the windows to make sure no one could hear her.

Olivia nodded her head. "He's fairly new to the business, but I've heard that he knows what he's doing. You haven't heard anything negative about Finn have you? He must be doing a decent job."

Rachel shrugged her shoulders, "I haven't heard much about Finn at all, actually. Isn't it a publicist's job to make sure their clients name is out there? In a positive way that is."

"Don't be judgmental," Olivia scolded. "Finn's new to this world. Mr. Connolly probably hasn't had much of a chance to work with Finn's name. I bet he has a few ideas up his sleeve right now."

Rachel folded her arms across her chest. She knew that she was being rude to Mr. Connolly, even though he wasn't in the room, but the idea of not knowing what he had to say was starting to make her nervous. All she wanted was to know if Mr. Connolly planned on discussing with them. She wasn't a big fan of going into their meeting blindly.

"Good afternoon, ladies," a voice entered the room. A younger man entered the room and shut the door behind him. He wore a dark blue suit with a lighter blue, football decorated, tie around his neck.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Connolly," Olivia replied, extending her hand to Mr. Connolly.

"Oh, please, call me Peter. Mr. Connolly is my father's name," he replied, accepting Olivia's hand shake. He then turned to Rachel, "And if it isn't the incredibly talented Miss Rachel Berry, sitting right here, in my office!"

Rachel smiled, okay, maybe this guy wouldn't be so bad after all. She shook his hand as well and waited for him to get settled into his seat.

"So, Rachel, I must say, my daughter and I went to see you in Funny Girl, and you did a marvelous job," Peter Connolly said. "It was an absolutely breathtaking performance."

Rachel smiled, "Thank you so much. It means a lot to hear you say that!"

"Of course! My daughter is quite the Barbara Streisand fan herself, and I'll have you know that she told me you were the best Barbara portrayal yet," Peter continued on.

"Oh, thanks again!" Rachel replied. "How old is your daughter? Does she have any interests in the performing arts?"

"My daughter is 13, and she is currently starring in her school's production of High School Musical," Peter answered.

"How nice," Rachel replied, almost positive that her and Peter wouldn't have a bit of trouble getting along.

"Anyway," Peter cleared his throat, "to the real reason why I invited both of you ladies into my office today." He opened a folder and pulled out a piece of paper to show Olivia and Rachel. It was the picture of Finn and Rachel at the store the day before. "I'm sure you're both well aware of this photo and how it's been bringing in a great deal of attention to Rachel and my client."

"Yes," Olivia replied, "Rachel and I were just discussing the photo earlier this morning."

"As were Mr. Hudson and I," Peter replied. "He brought it to my attention that there is no real relationship going on between Rachel and himself. This is correct, right Rachel?"

Rachel nodded her head, "Yes that is correct. Finn and I bumped into each other on accident, and a few paparazzi happened to be around when it happened. One thing led to another, and now we are apparently a new power couple."

"Yes. I am sure you are both well aware that as Finn's publicist, it is my job to bring as much positive attention to Finn as I possibly can. With a big game coming up soon, and Finn being fairly new to the team, I was not given much time to get his name out there," Peter told them.

"So, what does all this have to do with Rachel?" Olivia asked him.

"Well, seeing how a potential relationship between our clients brought so much positive attention between the two, and knowing that both could use some free publicity… Finn with the game and Rachel being in between shows at the moment, I was wondering if faking a real relationship between the two from now until the game would be an idea," Peter explained.

"So, you're asking if it would be okay to have Finn and Rachel pretend to date each other for a while? Just for some free publicity?" Olivia asked Peter, who responded with a nod.

Rachel scoffed. Force her to fake a relationship with a guy she didn't know? Ha! Olivia would never put her through that!

"That sounds like a fantastic idea!" Olivia replied.

Wait. What?

"Olivia!" Rachel said in horror, grasping the attention of both Peter and Olivia.

"Rachel, he has a good point. With Funny Girl being over, you could really use some publicity until you're able to land another job," Olivia told her. "It'll do wonders for your career."

Rachel exchanged glances between the two people seated around her. "Does Finn know about this relationship?"

"Yes, I discussed it with him this morning," Peter replied. "He was a tad hesitant at first, but when I brought it to his attention that he really needed more sponsors if he wanted his career to go the distance, he agreed to the offer."

Rachel sighed for she wasn't so sure about this little agreement. However, it wouldn't be too awfully bad getting to spend more time with Finn. And, it would help her career out immensely.

Rachel looked between Olivia and Peter one last time before voicing her decision. "Okay. I'm in."

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Should I continue? Or scrap it?