Hey ya'll! It's me again. Brand new story- who's excited? :D I AM still working on Runaway, and I hope to update that shortly (for any of you who've read it), but I read this prompt on finchel-prompts and I just HAD to write it.

This will be a multi-part story. I can't tell you how many parts, because I don't know myself yet :P. When I have an estimation I'll let you all know!

I'm really excited about this, so if you guys could review and let me know what you think of this first part, it would mean the world to me.

Original prompt:

AU Finchel. During her first subway ride, Rachel meets Finn. She's a spoiled, sixteen year old upper east sider who's used to traveling by car service. She goes to a fancy performing arts school, and her newest role calls for her to be a bad girl hailing from the streets of Brooklyn. She decided to take a trip to that side of the city to get in character, but now she's terrified. It doesn't help when Finn, a guy who she assumes to be a hooligan, starts talking to her. It turns out that he's not as bad as he seems and the two strike up a friendship which quickly turns to more.

Rachel's fathers are out of the picture most of the time. Her only parental figure is their housekeeper, Emma. Her best friends are Kurt, Tina, and Brittany who also attend her school.

Finn lives in a small apartment with his mom who works two jobs to keep their heads above ground. His best friends are Sam, Artie, and Santana.

Naturally, I've put my own twist on things. I hope you all like it! :)

This is un-betaed, just so you know.

Sorry for the long author's note! On to the story!

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To say Rachel Berry was terrified would be an understatement.

She's sitting on a cracked leather seat in between an old man that smells suspiciously like Taco Bell and sweat and a boy that looks to be about her age. Even in her current state of disgust and terror, she can admit that the boy is attractive. Brown hair, whiskey coloured eyes, chiseled jaw… By the looks of his arm muscles, she thinks he's probably an athlete too. He's also tall, judging by the ways his legs are spread out across the entire aisle, and the thought briefly enters her mind that if they were to date his tall frame would balance out her 5'2 one nicely.

Too late she realizes she's staring and her eyes quickly flit away, but not before she sees the mysterious boy give her an amused smile, causing her cheeks to flush a delicate pink.

The subway doors close with a swoosh, and Rachel's grip on her purse strap tightens until her knuckles are white. She's trapped, with no one here to help her, except possibly the cute guy she's sitting beside. Taking a deep breath, Rachel tries to calm her breathing. She's almost relaxed when she realizes that the creepy business man with the Afro is leering at her from across the aisle. Her nose scrunches up in disgust, and then her heart rate speeds up when she realizes that nobody in this car knows her and would be able to scare the guy away if he tried to do something to her.

Why, oh why did she ever think this was a good idea?

She should have taken Carl up on his offer to drive her down to Brooklyn. Instead, she insisted on getting on this god awful train full of strangers and dirty people to get into her character.

If she doesn't get 100% on this drama assignment, Will Schuester had better beware.

The subway lurches to a sudden stop, and suddenly there's a hand on her leg dangerously close to her purse and ohmigod she's about to get mugged and then she's screaming, loud and high, and scrambling for her phone.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down there," the boy next to her says. He makes a show of removing his hand from her leg, making sure that Rachel can see what he's doing. "I didn't mean to grab your leg like that, I lost my balance. I'm really sorry," he says sheepishly. "I'm Finn, by the way. Finn Hudson." He holds out the offending hand, the one previously on her thigh.

Rachel, who is still convinced that the boy- Finn - is going to try and rape her, simply stares at the offering until he pulls his hand back, the tips of his ears turning red.

"My fathers taught me to never talk to strangers," she informs him snidely.

He grins, and she's shocked to see two rows of perfect teeth smiling at her. "Wise advice. But I just introduced myself, so I'm not technically a stranger anymore, right?"

She rolls her eyes. "If we're talking about technicalities, then no, you're not a stranger." At his expectant look, she huffs. "That doesn't mean I'm going to tell you my name though. And now, if you'll excuse me, this is my stop." She stands up, brushing off her pencil skirt and making her way to the doors, which are already crowded with people getting on and off. Finn stands up too, and she turns to glare at him.

"Are you planning on following me?"

Finn gives her a bemused look, before checking to see what stop is illuminated above. "Nope, this is my stop too."

She gives a little "Hurruph" in reply, and he tries to hide his smile. She's cute, he notes, with long brown hair and chocolate eyes. A bit paranoid, but that just makes her even more adorable.

The creepy business man stands up too, ignoring his partner's reminder that this isn't their stop, and follows the two teens off of the subway into the Brooklyn streets.

Didn't really like that last line, but I wasn't sure how to end it, so... there you go.

Please, please tell me what you think. I won't continue the story if I don't end up getting reviews- kind of silly, I know, but if no one is reading why bother posting?

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Bye for now!

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