I do not own glee ;(
I want to thank 'DanceOfTheWhiteMoon' for helping me with this story . ;) I appreciate it very much !
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You and I were different .
We came from different worlds ,
And yet you were the one
Who taught me the value of love.
-Nicholas Sparks , The notebook.
-X-
She hates him so much. Well, not really hates him. She just can't stand to be in the same room as him. He thinks he knows it all, he thinks he's so cute, and he freaking thinks he's better than her.
She knows for sure he isn't.
Noah introduced them. When her roommate moved in with her girlfriend (yes, lesbians), she was looking for someone she could share the rent with and he said they should meet first.
But that guy moved so fast. The next day he was standing at her door, bags in his hands. He tried to be polite but he failed miserably. He was a clumsy Neanderthal who had awful table manners and so, was clearly a friend of Noah.
She didn't even want to share her apartment with a guy that was a friend of Noah Puckerman; he fucked everything with a skirt, so why would this guy be any better?
Santana told her one day she should give the guy a chance, and only managed to make Rachel angry, so they never brought it up again. All of her friends seem to get along with him and in the month that they've lived together, he somehow got to know them all. And they seem to get along just fine, and every time he talked to one of her friends she would send him death-glares. There was no reason to hate him actually, she just didn't want to get to know him. She still doesn't.
"Rachel? You in there?" Finn knocked on her bedroom door, then just opened it without waiting for a reply.
How dare he?
"You know, most people would wait until the other person says something like 'comein', jerk. What do you want?" She looked at him.
"Good afternoon to you too Rachel, still as friendly as ever I see. I was wondering, shall I make dinner?"
"Why? So you can poison me with meat again?" she asks angrily.
"I told you that it was an accident, and it'll never happen again! I didn't know you were a vegan, but don't worry, you've made it very clear after that."
Rachel looks at him. "Fine, start on dinner. I'll be there in 20 minutes, so I can help," When he nods, she gives him a small smile, which he returns, after which he closes the door and walks over to the kitchen to begin.
She waits 15 minutes before walking over to the kitchen to help him, but stops in her place. She finds him singing. He was standing there, holding a knife while cutting some tomatoes into slices and belting out JustTheWayYouArealong with the radio. She can't help but smile, he looks adorable moving his head and tapping his foot to the beat. Not that she'll ever admit it.
She cleared her throat.
He cut his finger with the knife.
"Fuck!" he yells. His cheeks getting red with embarrassment at the outburst.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry! Here, let me see." She walked towards him and he held out his finger to her.
"Is it bad?" She shook her head saying no.
No? Well, it hurts. It fucking hurts.
"Wait here, I'll get the aid kit," and off she went.
She returned a few minutes later, with the little aid kit in her hands. She first disinfected his cut (which hurt like hell), and afterwards was looking for a patch.
"Do you have patches with dinosaurs?" He asks her dumbly, she smiled at the childish remark.
"No, I don't. You want dinosaur ones?"
"Yeah, they're cool, and they make me smile, they're all kinds of colors, you have blue ones, and yellow, and green, purple, even pink, you would like them right? Pink dinosaurs because pink is your favorite color." He rambles.
She laughed. He was adorable, and wasn't like Noah at all.
"How did you know that?"
"I-I just… God, this is awkward."
She laughed again, and honestly, he thinks he's never heard a sound as beautiful as that.
"It's okay, let me guess… Kurt? Santana?"
He nods and just says, "Kurt." He isn't going to tell her he's been watching her all this time, because that would just be weird and stalkerish. Plus, he doesn't want to ruin their conversation because, you know, they never really had one yet, except for the one where she was yelling at him over the 'spaghetti-with-meat' fiasco.
"You have an amazing voice, you know. You can really sing," she admits, blushing prettily.
"I don't know, you think so?"
"Yeah, I would know. I'm an amazing singer too, and I think you just have it."
"Have what?"
She laughs again, and he thinks he might get addicted to the sound.
"Talent, Finn. You have a gift. Singing."
"Thanks!" He smiled at her, looking like an over-excited five year old boy.
"It's fine. Well, how's your finger?"
"All right. You hungry?"
Rachel stumbled for words a bit at the abrupt change of subject. "Y-yes, very. You know we could just order pizza, if you're okay with it?"
"I'm cool with that. Do you think they have vegan pizzas?"
And she just laughs at him while saying something that suspiciously sounds like 'goof' under her breath. He thinks he could get used to this; them making easy conversation, holding off on the yelling.
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"This pizza's really good."
Finn nodded, "yeah, it is. We should do this more often."
"Do what?"
"Talking, pizza, having a great time."
"Don't push your luck, Hudson."
"Why not? I mean, I'm not like Puck. I don't have the intention to get in your pants, though if I do end up in your pants, you wouldn't hear me complaining." He smirks and lifts an eyebrow at her suggestively.
"Finn!" she shrieks, and then starts laughing hysterically.
"What? You're hot, you really are, you are also very dramatic, but I don't mind, you're very nice too, and I like talking to you a lot, oh, and your laugh's really awesome," he rambles in one single breath, hoping she doesn't notice how red his whole face is.
She'sgoingtokillmenow,isn'tshe?ShemustthinkI'msomekindofcreep…
"You t-think I'm hot?"
Finn inwardly breathes a sigh of relief and smiles at her. "Yeah, I do… and also very beautiful. You are also you, you're someone that doesn't care about what others think, you know?"
She smiled.
"Thank you, Finn."
"For what?" He tilts his head slightly in confusion.
Rachel smiles at the adorable sight. "I didn't expect there was a brain behind that handsome head of yours."
He rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish smile on his face. "Umm… thanks?"
She laughs, "I'm going to bed, and you're right."
"About what?"
"Well, we should definitely do this more often. You know, hanging out."
"Don't push your luck, Berry," he jokes.
"Not funny, Hudson," but she smiles anyway and gets up to head towards her room.
"Night, hottie!" he yells after her before she fully disappears from sight.
"Goodnight, dinosaur," she calls back.
He laughs and starts clearing the table.
She closes her bedroom door and leans against it. She wonders how she could possibly hate him. With him and his handsomeness, goofy jokes, sweet comments and killer smile? Not possible.
Well, maybe she really should give mister dinosaur a chance.
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