A/N: Hey guys! It's been a while since I've written fanfiction…but it's nice to be back! Okay so a couple of things before I get to the actual story:

Most importantly I'd like to say that I am still upset about Cory's death, and even though I know everyone has been doing this, I'd like to dedicate this story to him. He was an incredible actor and a star, with an even better heart. Even though he isn't physically with us anymore, I'd like to think that a piece of him went with all of us and his family & friends.

Also I'd like to say that this story takes place in whatever season you wish (I usually go with season 2 because it was my favorite season), but it is AU so whatever season works for you, and then go with it. However, they are in high school, so season 4 and up is out of the question.

Lastly, if you have any suggestions, comments, questions, or concerns please share them with me and I will be glad to read them. So basically, please be honest. However, I do have a concussion right now as I'm writing this, so if you would be so kind to take that into consideration before you correct any mechanical errors, it would be greatly appreciated.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except Gramma Vegas

Rachel's Prov.

I was sitting in Home EC waiting for the bell to ring so I could go to my extracurricular class, Glee Club. It's so stressful watching the seconds hand tick so slowly. Each tick of the clock got louder and louder, pulling me into a daze. I was so transfixed on the clock that I didn't even realize my teacher standing in front of me.

"So Ms. Berry, do you mind repeating the directions to me?"

"What?" I replied. The class snickered at me, making me shield my blushing face away, and look down at the desk. The teacher walked up and down the aisles until he stopped in front of Finn Hudson's desk. Finn Hudson was the quarterback of the football team, and extremely popular.

"Finn Hudson, do you know what the directions are?" Mr. Caleager went on. He better not get this right, if he does, it would give him and his jock friends another thing to torment me with.

Finn stumbled on his words trying to find an answer, "Uhhh, stop, drop, and roll?" He guessed, everyone chuckled at his joke.

"Was anyone listening?" No one raised their hands, "Okay, I guess not. I just assigned you a project. You are going to pull a name from this jar, and whoever you get, you are going to marry—," the class cut him off before he could finish by irrupting into complains and concerns. I hope they didn't think we are actually getting married; they can't be that stupid, can they? "Now wait a second," he started, quieting down the class, "You are not going to actually get married, it's only pretend, and we are picking out of the jar so you can learn about your partner. Whoever you get is completely decided on fate. Now you and your partner will have to spend as much time with each other as possible in these next 5 weeks. You will pretend you're married to this person, which means, find common interests, or try to experiment with what they like. Then at the end of the week, I want you to write about what you learned in your marriage and your partner," he finally finished. The class groaned and he started to call people up for selecting their partners.

Kids went up one by one to pick their partners. They seemed to act like this was "The Hunger Games" and the person they picked was a matter of life or death. So far, four kids have been up, however I haven't heard my name being called yet. I did hear a hear Mercedes' name, a girl from my Glee Club, get called by Sam Evans, the backup quarterback on the football team. A few more kids went up, including another boy in my Glee Club, Kurt who picked a blonde Cherrio, Brittany. I felt bad for him, because not only was he gay, but also because Brittany isn't the smartest girl in the school; probably not in the state either.

After a few more names being called, it was my turn to go up. I walked up to the big glass jar that was getting empty pretty fast, and reached my hand in. Please be someone I like, or at least can tolerate. I pulled out a folded white piece of paper and un-wrapped it. It read Finn Hudson, I cringed. Of all people, I had to choose Finn. I can't stand him, I mean, yeah he's kind of cute, well no he's super cute, but he is so arrogant and sexist, and a not to mention a slight pervert. It disgusts me. Not to mention that he is constantly tormenting me in hallways.

I realized that I still haven't told the class who I got yet, I sighed, "Finn Hudson." It was so quiet that not even my teacher standing a few feet away from me could hear me.

"I'm sorry Rachel; we couldn't hear that, do you mind repeating it?"

"Finn Hudson," I repeated a little louder this time, and cringed again. I looked over at Finn who is smirking at me. Why would he be smirking? He always calls me a loser, and now he has to spend every day with a "loser" for five weeks straight. I walked back to my seat and put my head on my desk.

The last of the kids pick the names out of the jar, but I don't pay attention to any of them. I am way too busy thinking about how annoying Finn Hudson is. Mr. Caleager gives us the rest of the class period to discourse with our partner about how we are going to make things work. However, I really just want the bell to ring so I can go to Glee Club and forget about my troubles, while I sing a ballad, and watch as wet, moved eyes stare up at me in awe. But there is still 5 more minutes left of class, so I will have to tough it out until then.

I get up and take my notebook and pink pen over to Finn's desk. I wait until he notices me, when he does; he gives me his signature half-smile that usually makes girls weak at the knees. Not me though, I mean it is very handsome, but I can see right through it. I know he uses it to pick up girls, and make them do for him whatever he wants; which is why I'm not falling for it. "Hey, do you think we could just pretend that we spent all this time together, and, because it's so important for you, you could do both reports," he suggested.

I can't believe he would think that I would do both reports. The audacity of him, "No, I will not do both. And we are not going to take the short-cut out and lie about doing the project. I am not a liar, Finn." Even though I'm upset about having to do the project with him, that doesn't mean I'm going to let it dictate my work ethic.

He sighed, "Fine, but I have football practice after school every Monday and Thursday from 2:30-4:00, plus a game on Wednesdays, so we can't do anything then."

"Well that works out fine because I have Glee Club practice after school on Mondays and Thursdays too."

"So unless you want to come to my football practices, which I doubt—," I cut him off before he could finish.

"That's a great idea," I told him in awe, "On Mondays I could try to go to a couple of your football practices, and on Thursdays you could go to a few of mine for Glee Club. It would be a great point in our essay on how we took interest in each other's activities."

"Um, I guess, but my coach would never allow me to miss a practice to go to a Glee Club practice," he tried to come up with an excuse.

"He would if you told him it was for a school project," I threw back.

He thought for a while because he was trying to think of a way out of doing this. Eventually he gave up, "Fine. That'll work I guess."

"Good and we also should exchange numbers so that way we can hang out and learn about each other's lives outside of the walls of school," I added.

"Wait, we have to hang out outside of school too?" He panicked, "I can't be seen with you outside of school, people would get the wrong idea." My face fell, "No offence," he quickly added.

"Yeah, because that makes a difference," I rolled my eyes, "Just because you day 'no offence' doesn't make it any less offensive," I retorted. He looked remorseful, he opened his mouth to speak, but before anything could come out the bell rang and I got up quickly and left.

I first went to my locker to put my stuff away and pack up my bag for Glee Club. While I was closing the door, a figure standing behind the door got my attention in the corner of my eye; making me jump. I turned my head to see it was Finn standing there. I scoffed, "What do you want?"

"Look, I'm sorry about what I said. It's just," he paused trying to find the right words, "I have a reputation at this school to maintain and if one of my friends saw us out in public together, they would get the wrong idea."

"Your friends? I thought friends were supposed to accept each other no matter what, but it sounds to me like they would judge you if strayed even the slightest bit away from the status-quo."

He looked down at his feet, not having an answer. "Maybe, but there isn't anything I can do about that."

There was a moment of silence between us, "And besides, you're making it sound like I would be excited to hang out with you; as if you're some kind of god or something."

"Well," he paused, "Aren't you?" He asked, unsure.

"No, I know you're use to girls throwing themselves at you, but don't expect me to do that." There was another moment of awkward silence between us; it made me wonder if what I said was too harsh. No, it wasn't, considering of what he and his "friends" had done to me in the past, he deserved that. I looked at my watch and realized the bell was about to ring, "Did you just come here to apologies? Because I have to get to Glee Club."

"No, um, I actually wanted to give you my number so we could hang out to work on the project." He took out a piece of paper and a pencil that he used to scribble down his number. When he was done he handed me the paper. I took it and nodded walking off to Glee Club.

Finn's Prov.

I watched her walk off down the hall. I felt a strange pull to go after her to just be near her again; which was weird because until we were assigned to be partners, I thought she was just another strange Glee geek. I mean, yeah she was sneaky hot, but I never felt an urge to date her at all. I actually found it fun to annoy her with the rest of my friends, because she gets so worked up and it's kind of cute. Whoa, did I just call her cute? What is going on with me? I've never called a girl cute before, it's usually always hot or smokin'. Not even my ex-girlfriend Quinn Fabray have I called cute. Me and Quinn broke up when I found out she slept with my best friend Puck. I forgave Puck because we have been friends sense we were kids, but I haven't forgave Quinn yet, maybe not ever. But I'm putting that behind me because I have bigger problems now; I think I'm falling for Rachel Berry.

A/N: I hope you liked it! Tell me what you think, and what you want to see!

Miss you always, Cory Monteith and Finn Hudson