What Happens in New York, Stays in New York
A:N/ New Fic! I was watching a movie and this AMAZING idea came into my head. ;) And I'm well aware that my Author's Notes are usually incredibly incredibly long and my consistent rambling is something that most people find quite irritating but I honestly have nothing else to say. Despite the fact I just spent an Author's Note talking about Author's Notes. ANYWAYS this is a Finchel fic (WOAH WHAT?! shocker I know guys, I'm just so spontaneous). And before I end this really long Author's Note I would like to say that this is going to be a slightly long story but as this is being written I would love to do and One-Shot prompts you guys have for me! You can tell me the pairing you'd like me to write about as well, the list of pairings i support are in my bio so you can check that out or if you have any other pairing I'd still be happy to do it! I WILL NOT DO BROCHEL OR FUINN THOUGH. JUST NO. So well this was support to be short but anyways...
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Disclaimer: I'M RYAN MURPHY GUYS, jk I don't own Glee.
What he was doing in some weird Irish pub in the heart of New York City, he didn't know. He was supposed to be happy, he was on a business trip in a huge city, with his best friend. He was getting married in one week to his beautiful fiancé Quinn. Life was great, and he felt like crap. He was sitting on a bar stool utterly frustrated. Life had been so much easier when he was in High School. When he had football, and Glee club. Glee club, he'd missed that a lot. Quinn was happy there too, at least that's what he remembered. Once they had started dating again after he graduated from Ohio State and she moved back to Lima from Yale, she couldn't care less about his music. She hadn't changed at all since High School. Once she'd found out that Finn was the head of a huge sporting goods company she immediately tried to win him back, and it worked. Sort of. He had graduated as the big 'Star' quarterback of the Buckeyes. He'd even been asked to join the NFL draft, but he'd politely rejected the offer, stating that he wanted to settle down and "truly begin his life." Then he talked to Puck about starting a business and BOOM now they were millionaires, and in a huge city for a conference. Puck was out in some big fancy bar probably having the time of his life, and here was Finn in a bar that looked like it was part of a sad 1980's movie. Everything was so perfect, but why was it so wrong? He was sitting there in self-pity when he heard a voice, a voice that he'd never forget.
"Give me the regular Steve." Rachel lazily called out to the bar tender. She was exhausted and a few shots would do her good. She was prepared for her regular evening affair of getting drunk and singing karaoke, watching everybody cheer loudly and pretend that she was on Broadway. That was until a something completely unexpected happened.
"Rachel?"
She choked on her drink as she heard that familiar low husky voice. She looked up and saw the face she hadn't seen for 8 years. Since the day when he'd broken up with her, "set her free". The face that she hated and loved more than anything else in the world. She scrunched up her nose and realized that he had barely changed since their days at McKinley, expect he was more toned and a bit more rugged.
"Finn Christopher Hudson, what a pleasure."
He looked down at the petite girl in front of him. She was wearing a grey tank top with a red plaid button down shirt, that wasn't buttoned. She had a grey beanie pull back her hair and was wearing incredibly short denim shorts. On her feet were city-worn converse splattered with mud. She still had the million dollar smile but the ambition that was once found in her big brown eyes was completely gone. He took a seat next to her and watched as she accidentally spilled a bit of her drink on her shirt.
"Shit," she cursed and attempted wiping the liquid off with her bare fingers.
"Here I got it," he took a napkin and wiped the liquid off her chest, dangerously near to her breasts. "Since when does Rachel Berry swear?" He chuckles and remembers how heavily against vulgar language she was back in High School.
"Since," she took a sip of her drink, then held it up in front of his face. "I started having fun." She gave him a smirk then got up and headed towards the karaoke station, she opened her mouth, and Finn nearly fell out of his seat. He's heard her sing before, but he can't seem to get enough, and then he realized this is what he has missed so much.
Let's talk this over
It's not like we're dead
Was it something I did?
Was it something you said?
Don't leave me hanging
In a city so dead
Held up so high
On such a breakable thread
You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be
You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be but we lost it
And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
You've got your dumb friends
I know what they say (they say)
They tell you I'm difficult
But so are they
But they don't know me
Do they even know you?
All the things you hide from me
All the shit that you do
You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be
It's nice to know that you were there
Thanks for acting like you cared
And making me feel like I was the only one
It's nice to know we had it all
Thanks for watching as I fall
And letting me know we were done
He was everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be but we lost it
And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be but we lost it
And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
She clumsily bowed as the entire bar erupted in cheers. She giggled and flashed a huge grin before returning to her seat next to Finn. She talked on and on and he tried to pay attention but all he could do was look at her. He realized that this is what he had missed so much. Hearing her voice, hearing her laugh. But why was she in a run-down pub like this? Shouldn't she be at some 'Broadway-Exclusive' place? And why hadn't he been invited to any of her musicals? He was about to ask when he heard her phone vibrate.
"Dammit I'm late!" She sloppily got a few dollars from her purse and left it on the counter-top, she was about to run out but Finn grasped her wrist. It was so tiny in his large hands.
"I'm here for a week and I've missed you Rach, I want to talk, we used to be really good friends ya' know?" We were supposed to get married.
She gave him a sincere smile and replied, "I'd like that Finn. A lot actually, how about the Café at the end of 24th street? 7PM. And here," she scribbled down her number on his hand.
"Call me." Then she ran out.
He watched her long dark hair bob up and down against her back as she speed-walked out of there bar. He missed her. He needed her. He needed Rachel Barbra Berry in his life again.
A:N/ Song Credit: Avril Lavigne: My Happy Ending.
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