(AN: I told myself I wouldn't write one. I said I'd be fine just reading them. But then, suffering from a mild case of insomnia mixed with Glee-o-mania I created this. Hope it's all right.

I wrote this out kind of late at night in lieu of having my own dreams. I'm splitting it up by character to make it a little more digestible, so sorry the chapters are so short.)

Finn lips are so soft. Softer then that purple silk dress my dads bought me for Hanukah last year. Everything about him feels good, scrumptious, even, and I want nothing more then to gobble him up.

And for now, right now, everything is beyond perfect. Right now there's no Quinn Fabray, no baby, no football, no school and even no glee. Right now there's just Finn and I and whatever it is were making out on. I think it's my bed, but every time he touches me my brain gets so addled I cant remember anymore and then after a while I can't even get myself to care that I don't remember.

Finn's right hand begins to creep up my waist, skirting over my ribs and is right about to make everything go away forever when-

I awoke with a snap. Even my "Walking on Sunshine" playing alarm clock couldn't soften the blow of that rude awakening. Usually I'm the jump-out-of-bed-and-greet-the-new-day type of girl but mornings like this are the worst. I moan and pull a fluffy pink throw pillow back over my head.

Ughhhhh. Finn Hudson, why do you keep doing this to me? All I want is a little peace and quiet in my sleeping hours. Isn't it enough that your corporeal form haunts me all day? I don't need my subconscious dreaming up PG 13 scenes between us all night.

I couldn't just get up and exercise towards my goal with a cruel start like that. I reset my alarm to what Dad #2 would call a "reasonable person's waking hour". He was always saying I should get more sleep. Dad #1 tried to stay out of it.

I rolled onto my stomach, pillow still over my head, and tried to go back to sleep. I tried to think about singing on Broadway one day and prayed my new dream might center on that instead.

When do drift off I'm backstage somewhere and it's extremely sophisticated. I see a dressing room marked "Berry" and head on in. Now this is more like it. The inside is amazing with a gigantic vanity mirror, two white silk couches, and a massive closet full of costumes. There are even framed Spring Awakening and Grease posters on the wall.

"Rachel?"

"Yes?" I don't look up to check who it is as I am still too busy ransacking the closet and cooing over the unbelievable selection and quality of the costumes.

"It's time to go home. I need some alone time with my world famous star…" I think it was the sexual connotations of that statement that caught my attention. I glanced down at my left hand. Sure enough, there was a sparkling diamond engagement ring and a graceful gold wedding band.

"Sure thing, sweetheart," I reply in a way that I hope sounds coy. It's got to be Finn. It has to be!

But when I turn around, it's not. This isn't Finn because this guy is a little shorter, even if he is just as well built. His hair is much darker, and more filled out then the last time I saw it, and his grin is pure wicked.

This time when my alarm goes off I don't fight it. That was quite enough dreaming for one night.