A/N: Hey guys. Wanted to get this up before the next ep airs tonight, because it takes place immediately after Rachel opens the door to find Finn standing there, with Brody in the apartment behind her.
Apologies if the time swings are confusing. Think of it this way - chapter 1 takes place 3 hours and 50 minutes after she opens the door, then chapter two flashes back to immediately after she opened the door. Chapter 3 follows chapter 1, and chapter 2 follows chapter 4, and so on...
God, that didn't help at all, did it? Anyway, I think you'll get it if you just read on.
It's been a trying few weeks. For personal reasons, I haven't written a thing for 3 weeks. That's a lifetime for me. Then, last night, I was listening to Lifehouse's Somewhere in Between, and I knew I was ready to write again.
This fic, like every other Glee fic I have ever, and will ever write... is for Sammy...
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somewhere in between
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1. Now.
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I can't be losing sleep over this,
No, I can't.
And now I cannot stop pacing.
Give me a few hours,
I'll have this all sorted out.
If my mind would just stop racing.
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Magic.
For Finn Hudson, that was the only word for it.
Pure magic.
It had to be. Magic was the unexpected. The spectacular miracle that slit the veil of your reality and filled it with dancing wonder. If you had asked him 3 hours and 47 minutes ago if this moment would even be a possibility, he would have thought you were crazy.
But it was happening. And he was losing himself in the magic of it.
"Why are you standing all the way over there?"
Her voice snapped him from his trance, and he grinned. Taking his hand from the light-switch, he quickly – so quickly – crossed to sit beside her on the bed. It scrunched under his weight, and she bounced a little. She giggled.
"You put on weight," she said.
"All muscle," he assured her, "Lotta training in the Army."
"I can tell."
She slipped a hand under his shirt and he forgot to breathe. She ran her fingertips – deliciously soft and cool – over the ridged muscles of his stomach, and he decided he never wanted to breathe again. Not if it would break this spell. Not if it banished the magic.
"3 hours and 49 minutes."
She drew back slightly, her brow crinkling into a frown, and he realised he'd spoken out loud.
"What?"
"Sorry," he said, "I was just thinking… 3 hours and 49 minutes ago, I never would have believed that you and me would end up here."
"You mean, when you walked in on–?"
"Exactly."
"Look, Finn…" she said, pulling her hand back, "I think we should talk about–"
"No!"
He clutched at the hand – like a drowning man lunging for a life rope.
"We don't need to talk about it," he insisted, "Ever."
"But you just looked so… hurt."
Finn couldn't say what he'd looked like, but hurt was an understatement to how he felt. But that was then. 3 hours and 50 minutes ago. Before the magic.
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