I'm back! Due to the great response from the story I posted recently (if you haven't read it, it's called 'this is the night') and people saying that I should write more, I decided to start a multichapter Finchel AU fic! I hope you enjoy it xx

Disclaimer: Glee and everything associated with Glee belongs to its creators

"Somewhere there's someone who dreams of your smile, And finds in your presence that life is worth while, So when you are lonely, remember it's true: Somebody, somewhere is thinking of you." - Unknown

She rolled them over, so that she was on top, her face pressed against his warm neck and he could feel her grin against him. He could feel her warm breath on his neck and felt a shiver go down his spine, laughing when she began to pepper his neck with quick, wet kisses.

"Oh, Finn, baby."

She lifted her face from his neck and he smiled at her, his signature lopsided smile, because how had he ever gotten this lucky to have such a beautiful, perfect, amazing woman lying on him, naked chest on naked chest, her eyes shining at him, filled with love and affection, and everything good in the world.

He watched her ruffle her bangs out of her eyes, the white sheet over her body such a stark contrast to her dark brown hair, and he couldn't help but lift his hand slowly and caress her cheek.

"Baby," Finn muttered, "come here."

She gave him that look, the one that made him feel like he couldn't stop loving her even if he tried, and completely forget about her bangs, instead diving into his lips. They shared the most passionate, beautiful kiss he had ever experienced and her hands were slowly gliding down his chest, touching every single inch of his upper body, light as a feather, until she reached his waist and—.

"Finn, wake the fuck up!"

Finn jumped up in bed, a light sheen on sweat on his boxer-clad body – and shit, you could totally see his boner – as he stared at the woman beside him.

Fuck.

"Finn, what has been up with you lately? These past few months, you've been just so strange. I just… I feel like you've been distant in our relationship, and we haven't had sex in God knows how long but you're moaning in your sleep and always whispering 'I love you, babe' or whatever, and I can't help but think there is something going on here Finn!"

He sighed loudly, tired of her super annoying bullshit. Couldn't she give him a break for even two seconds? Like, he had just opened his damn eyes!

"Quinn," Finn started, staring at the blonde woman lying beside him. When had she gotten... ugly? Like, it's not like her looks had really changed or anything. She had dyed her hair blonder and all of his friends at the fire station talked about how lucky he was to be with such a 'fucking hot' woman, but things had changed. And she didn't seem like that hot girl he had once dated. In high school, he remembered dating her because she had come up to him and said it was basically mandatory that they should date, because he was the quarterback and she the head cheerleader. She said it was meant to be, but he couldn't help thinking that it wasn't. Because maybe, once upon a time in high school he had thought that her green eyes were lively and full of joy but now they were cold and dull. And he had thought her kisses made him see fireworks behind his eyes, but now they were lacking passion and excitement and—weren't you supposed to feel something when your girlfriend kissed you? Like, butterflies in your stomach or something?

Because he remembers meeting these old people at a restaurant in Lima once and they were like, 80, but they were sitting at their table holding hands and staring at each other, and the old lady would like, blush and stuff every time her husband squeezed her hand and then he would lean over and give her wrinkly cheek a soft kiss and Finn knew it was weird that he was like, 16 at the time, staring at this old couple when he should have been just having a good time with his Puck, Santana, Quinn and Britney at the restaurant but he just couldn't.

And it was like his feet grew brains of their own and the next thing he remembers, he standing in front of the old people's table and they were just looking at him, but they didn't look freaked out or anything. It was like they knew he had something to say, but they were waiting patiently.

"I—I—uh. How long have you guys been together?"

He could feel the eyes of his friends on his and he could even hear Quinn talking about how he was an idiot. But the old couple was nothing but sweet to him.

"We've been together for 60 years, son!" Finn felt his eyes widen. 60 years? Man, that was such a long time!

Apparently he had voiced his thoughts because the man and his wife starting laughing and he kind of just stood there, embarrassed. "It's been the best 60 years of my life, actually." He smiled at them and watching the old lady blush again at her husbands words.

"Young man, sit down at let me tell you something." Finn sat down hesitantly, his long legs hanging out of the booth, because he didn't wanna crush the old lady on the other side of the booth with his oversized body.

"What's your name son?"

"Finn. Finn Hudson."

The old lady squealed. "That's such a lovely name, Finn! I'm Ilana, Ilana Berry, and this is my husband Adam, and we're from New York, and oh! Oh Finn, you're so handsome! How old are you? You must be around my grand daughters age! Oh, you would be so cute with her! She's a tiny one but she's a special star, that girl! Oh, Finn, you would look adorable toge—"

"Ilana, don't scare the poor boy!" He patted Finn's shoulder, who sat there, laughing gently and the old lady – Ilana's – little speech.

"Finn, I'm gonna share some of my wisdom with you, because you seem like a kind boy. And yes, as my wife said, a kind boy would be great with our Rachel. But, besides that, I'm gonna give you a little secret."

Finn leaned into the man, curious. "A secret about what?"

"About love, my boy!"

He blushed, because he knew – mostly because Puck never failed to tease him about it – that he was a pretty sensitive guy that thought about falling in love and soul mates and if he would ever find the right person. The small smile that had appeared on his face slipped into a frown once he realized that he was thinking about love yet any thought of his girlfriend, Quinn, hadn't crossed his mind.

"Finn, there's somebody out there for everybody. And just like we told our granddaughter, there's somebody out there that's going to love you for everything you are. Including the things that, maybe, you don't like about yourself – those are gonna be the things they like the most."

Finn thought that he had never heard anything more wise or special in his entire life.

Slap.

The sound of Quinn's face colliding with his cheek reverberated through the room. "What the fuck, Quinn? What was that for?" Finn yelled, rubbing his sore cheek.

"Wipe that dopey look off of your face and get ready Finn," Quinn practically growled at him. "We have a lot to do today, first we told your parents they can visit this weekend so we need to clean up the apartment, and yes, that means you actually have to vacuum or something, Finn, instead of just sitting around on your lazy ass—" Finn pushed her annoying, nasally voice out of his head. He had gotten good at tuning her out after all these years of dating her.

If Adam had been right all those years ago, if he had been right about having a soul mate and finding the right person who could make you feel special, who can find something to love in your flaws… his person wasn't Quinn.

Instead, when he closed his eyes, he saw the big eyed, dark haired, absolutely beautiful girl from his dreams.

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