New story time! This takes place in 1941, Everyone is OOC, some more than others. I hope you like this!

Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, shape or form, own Glee.

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"Grandma?"

The old woman turns her eyes towards her youngest grandchild, and she feels a sudden flash of love. He looks so much like her late husband that it almost breaks her heart to look at him. His brown eyes sparkle with curiosity. "Yes, dear?"

"Will you tell me the story of how you and grandpa met?" Little Christopher asks, climbing up on her lap.

"Hasn't your mother already told you that story?" She replies, hesitant as to where to begin. The boy just shakes his head, so she sighs, already giving in.

"The story starts when I was eighteen, in the year 1941," she began.

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Rachel Barbra Berry walked down the dirt lane that connected her house to the town. She smiled brightly at the people she passed, and greeted them. It was unusually warm today, but the trees made such a great canopy that it provided nice shade. Her new skirt practically twirled with every step she took. She carried only a book and a basket that held some flowers she had picked along the way.

She made it to her destination, a relatively large creek. After glancing around, to make sure no one was watching, she then slipped her shoes and stockings off. She let her toes soak in the coolness of the spring, and closed her eyes, letting the sunlight drench her. Her brown curls splayed out against the grass, and she sighed in content. Today was one of the few days she was allowed to go anywhere she wanted. She had piano on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays, vocal lessons on Tuesdays and Fridays, French on Mondays and Thursdays, and dance lessons on Fridays and Saturdays. She did love it, but sometimes she longed for Wednesday afternoons to come so that she could just sit in the sun for a while.

She opened her eyes again, only to see the bushes moving slightly. Taking a deep breath, she prepared to scream her lungs out. Before she could though, a tall boy that looked about her age came out, raising his hands innocently.

"I'm sorry, ma'am! I sometimes come here, and I saw you, so I was just turning around and heading back into town." He said with a sheepish look in his brown eyes.

"It's alright," She said with a smile. "You just gave me a fright, that's all."

He returned her smile. "Right. Well, again, sorry to bother you. I'll just go now."

"You can stay," She called out. "I wouldn't mind having someone to talk to. Well, if you wouldn't mind listening to me."

He turned, with a half-smile on his face. "I wouldn't mind listening to such a pretty lady."

She flushed slightly with pleasure. She knew she wasn't the normal type of pretty. Most of the boys in her town had tried courting girls like Quinn Fabray, or Santana Lopez. "Well, I don't know about the pretty lady part, but thank you."

He sat down next to her, stretching his legs out into the water. "So, what's your name?"

"My name is Rachel Berry. And what's yours? I haven't seen you around here before." She replied, glancing up at him.

"My name is Finn Hudson. I'm visiting my aunt here." He said, playing with the hem of his shirt.

"That's nice," She said as she lay back down on the cool green grass. "How old are you?"

"I'm nineteen, but I'll be turning twenty in August. How old are you?" He questioned, before lying down next to her.

"I'm eighteen." She said distantly. "Oh! Look! That cloud looks like a star!"

He looked up at the light blue sky with a pensive look on his face. "I don't see a star. But that one next to it looks like an automobile."

She laughed out loud, her veins flooding with happiness by talking to this man she hardly knew. "I guess we see things differently."

"I suppose we do." He said, turning on his side to look at her. "So what's your story?"

"My story?" She asked, raising one eyebrow. "I suppose it's not all that exciting. I was born here in Lima. I grew up here my whole life. I love singing and dancing and playing the piano. I'll be going to college this fall."

"Where will you be attending?"

"Vassar University, in New York." She said excitedly.

He whistled slowly. "You must be very smart."

For the second time that day, she flushed at the compliment. "What's your story?"

"I have a feeling my story is less exciting than yours. I was born here, although my family moved away when I was a baby, because of my father's job. We moved to Indiana, and I just moved out. I'm staying with my aunt for a while, until I find a job. I like to play football, and sing occasionally. My mother wanted me to go to college last fall, but I just don't know if that is what I want to do. So, I took the year off." He said quickly, taking a deep breath after he was finished.

`She giggled quietly. "Who is you aunt? I might know her."

"Her name is Emma Shuester." He replied.

"I do know her!" She exclaimed. "Her husband, William Shuester was one of my teachers during my high school years! What a coincidence! Please, tell her I said hello."

"That I will do," He said while sitting up.

She sighed, before reluctantly getting up as well. "Do you have to leave already?"

"I'm afraid so." He responded sadly. "I'm working down at the old lumber mill for the summer. Do you come here every day?"

"Only on Wednesdays, usually." She said, idly playing with a lock of her hair.

"What are your plans on Saturday night?" He asked while putting his shoes back on.

"I have dance lessons all morning and afternoon, but my evenings are free. May I ask why?" She asked, a bubble of hope starting to rise in her chest.

He moved a bit closer to her to whisper in her ear. "Well, I would really love to take you on a date."

"And if I say no?" She replied with a teasing smile.

"Well then Ms. Berry, I think I may be heartbroken. I've only known you for an hour, and I'm already quite enamored with you." He said with a sparkle in his light brown eyes.

"I guess I could make an appearance, then." She said while straightening her dress out after straightening it out. "I live at the big house at the end of this road. You can't miss it."

"I'll pick you up at seven then, on Saturday night." He murmured, picking her hand up and kissing it softly. "It was nice meeting you, Rachel."

"Goodbye, Finn."

I know this was short, but it's just a starting point. Chapters will get longer! If you have any suggestions about plot, characters, etc., I'd love to hear them!

xoxo,

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