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Rachel Berry stared at the white and purple envelope sitting on her dinner table in awe. It was a big one. The big one. She squealed out loud from the excitement coursing through her body before noticing the echo of her shrilly voice in her empty house.

Without a second thought, she jumped into car; she couldn't wait to show him! Taking the back routes to avoid traffic, she made her way to a home that she knew all too well. As usual, the door was left unlocked allowing Rachel to race up the stairs without wasting a second.

"Finn!" she yelled, breathlessly.

Finn looked over at her confusedly from behind his TV, taking in her shining eyes.

He was about to open his mouth to ask her what in the world could have her so excited when she revealed the large envelope. Before he knew it, her arms were wrapped around him and she was giggling excitedly.

"I got in, Finn! I got into Julliard! Can you believe it? I got in!" she said, repeatedly and he squeezed her a little bit tighter.

"Of course you did, Rach! You're amazing!" he said into her hair. "I'm really happy for you, babe!"

She looked up to see a weird, contorted look on his face and she's really not sure why it's there. Why doesn't he look as happy as he should for her? The thoughts soon leave her, though, as he sits up from under her and grabs her wrists.

"Come on, let's go celebrate!" His voice sounds happy but his face looks gruff.

He kisses her before grabbing his jacket, and it feels off. Passionate but … sad, almost. She's about to ask him what's wrong but he's gone already, heading down the stairs.

She slaps a smile back on her face, and grabs her big envelope. She'll ask him what's wrong later; right now, all she wants to think about is her acceptance to Julliard and living the dream that she had always envisioned she would. Five more months, and she'll be living in the Big Apple, baby!


Five months. Five months, and she'll be gone. Five months until they have to do the whole long-distance thing. And then what? Six months until they break-up and she moves on with hotter, smarter guys in New York- guys who are smart enough to actually get into Julliard and are just as big of a star as she is?

He's sitting in a booth at Breadstix for Rachel's celebratory dinner, Rachel snuggling next to him. She's talking animatedly at his brother and Blaine – about New York and Broadway and all that's not Ohio, he's sure, and he just stares at her.

He loves her, that much he's sure of. Maybe they can do the long-distance thing. Hey, maybe he can move to New York with her! He could go to a school in the city or something. They could even get an apartment to live in.

But he knows that impossible, though. Because he already has plans for after high school; plans he has yet to tell Rachel about.

All he knows is that he can imagine himself going the whole nine yards with Rachel – marriage, kids, grandkids, all of that. And he knows that for now, she can too. He's just afraid that when she goes to New York, she'll meet someone better, much better, and she'll change her mind about him.

He's brought out of his thoughts as he feels a sharp pain in his shin. He looks up agitated, and notices Rachel isn't next to him anymore.

"Where did Rach go?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "She went to the bathroom, Finn. Could please pull your head out of your ass and be happy for her?"

"I am happy for her!" he defended himself.

"You look like you'd rather jump off a building than be here right now. She's so excited, Finn. Don't ruin this moment for her."

"I know," Finn sighed. "I just … I don't know how to tell her that…" he stops mid-sentence as he sees her reproaching figure.

"Tell her what, Finn?" Kurt says, annoyed.

"I'll tell you later" he whispered before grabbing Rachel's hand causing her to fall into his lap.

"You look beautiful, baby" he whispered huskily into her ear, a smile appearing on his face as a scarlet blush took over hers.

"Are you okay, Finn? You've been quiet all night…" Concern is laced in her voice and he looks down, shame taking over his features.

"Of course, I'm better than fine" he lied. "And I'm so very proud of you, Rach. I always knew you could do it" he said softly, his eyes widening in honesty.

"I love you, Finn."

She's looking at him with these big, brown eyes and he feels a weird twinge in his stomach.

"I love you too, Rach. So much" he said, before kissing the base of her neck.


Shit. Shit. It's May and Finn still hasn't told Rachel about his plans for after high school. They're graduating in a month, and he feels like if he tells her now, it'll ruin their summer.

He got into Ohio State, and of course, that's where she thinks he's going. But to be perfectly honest, he's kind of scared to tell her the truth. There are so many ways that conversation can go – of course, there could be the waterworks, which he's not sure he can handle. Or the anger, which he'd actually prefer over the tears even though her anger scares him to death. Or she could just ignore him; break-up before they get any more attached (if that's possible). Or, she could just be cool with it. She could accept it, and still stay with him. He knows the last option is the least realistic, but it's kind of the one he's hoping for.

He decides that he'll tell her tonight; they're having dinner at his house with his family and he figures, if he tells her now, maybe it'll give her time to cool off in time for summer vacation. But, fuck, he's still stressed.

He jumped onto his bed and grabbed his PS3 controller; maybe shooting some zombies will get his mind off of all of this.

He'd been working on increasing his kill/death ratio when Rachel walked in quietly. He didn't notice her presence until he feels his bed shift from her weight, and he turned over to see her.

She has tears in her eyes, and he's not sure why. He's hoping against hope that tears aren't a result of what he thinks they are.

He shuts off the TV, and moves closer to her. He sighs outwardly as she shifts further away from him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She whispered, her voice coated with pain. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He was right. She already knew.

"Rach …" He begins, but he's really not sure where to go. He had a whole speech planned out in his head for tonight but he can't remember a single thing he was supposed to say to her to make this better.

"I was downstairs helping your mom out with dinner, and she just said it, like I was supposed to already know about this or something … why didn't I know, Finn?" Finn sighed. Keeping secrets from Rachel never, ever worked out for him; First the whole Santana-thing, and now this.

"Rach, I was scared. I was scared you'd be hurt, or … or that you'd break up with me" He's looking down, but he can feel her eyes on him as she pulls his face into her tiny hands.

"Finn, you're mom was talking about how you've wanted to go into the army ever since you were a child. You always wanted to be like your dad, and I get that – I do. I just don't understand why you'd want to hide that from me?" She's hurt, he can tell by her voice.

"It's not that I didn't want you to find out, it's just that I was scared you'd break up with me" he's repeating himself, he knows. But he really, really doesn't want her to think that he's hiding things from again.

"But why? Why would you think that I'd break up with you, Finn?"

"Because, Rachel!" Finn explodes. "You're going to New York, to this amazing school where you're going to meet amazing people – and guys, lots of them. And they're going to be smarter than me, and better looking than me, and they'll know all about your favorite Broadway shows and musicals, and, and I'll be off in training for months, and I won't get to come home to see you for a long time – a long time, Rach. And I'm just scared that you'll realize it's not worth it; I'm not worth it. I just wanted to push it off until like, the end of summer or something when we both have to leave." He finishes, and he can feel his face hot and red, his lungs out of breathe.

She's looking at him, concentrated. His heart sinks – she's gonna break up with him, isn't she. She's trying to think of a good, proper way to break up with him right now. She'll tell him that he's right, she can do bett-

His thoughts are cut off as her lips crash onto his. He falls back onto the bed and she lands on top, her hands roaming aimlessly in his head.

She breaks away, and rests her forehead on his. "We're going to have to buy webcams" she muses, her voice ragged from the lack of oxygen in her lungs.

He looked at her confused and she smiled, "Look, I'll be in New York and you'll be God knows where. But, I love you, Finn. And I'm not sure I can handle going months without seeing this beautiful face, even if it's just virtually" she says, letting her finger glide across his jaw.

"I promised you I'm not going to break up with you, Finn. And I intend on keeping that promise" she said softly before bring her lips back to his.

A/N: Hey guys! So I'm much more used to writing one-shots, it's all I've written basically (except for a three-shot I wrote once, which really felt like a one-shot anyway lol) but this is my first venture into the world of actual stories. I have great things in mind for it, so let me know how you all thought this first chapter went! It's not the best, I know. But it gets better, I swear! This will pan out to be around 10 chapters, if all goes accordingly. I really hope you all liked it! Please, please, please make my day and leave me a review! It just makes my life so much better =)

Until next time …