Author's Note: A friend of mine encouraged me to write the pairing of Finn and Tina, who for some reason, I just love the idea of. I'm posting this on a board I write for regularly and I figured I'd post it here to see what the gleeks think of it.

My inspiration for this came from the movie (500) Days of Summer starring Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Zooey Deschanel and the Hanson song "Penny and Me," which the title plays off of. It's written in first person and alternates between Finn's POV and Tina's depending on the chapter.

This piece is done in a non-linear narrative style just like the movie so chapters will jump from say "Day 5" to "Day 200" and so on.

Also, I started writing this before this past season finale aired so Finchel – in this story, anyway – never had their New York reunion.

~*~Prologue: Gazing At Starry Skies~*~

The Day Before Day One

And Penny and me like to gaze at starry skies/Close our eyes, pretend to fly

"Penny and Me" - by Hanson

Finn's POV -

I could hear everyone else's voices – their hoots, their hollers, drunken ramblings, proclamations of love and whatever – in the distance. It was like I was at one end of the tunnel and they were at the other or something.

Whoa, I paused, letting out a rushed breath of air, Since, like, when did I get so deep?

Shaking my head, I sat up and tilted my head upwards, looking at the glittering stars that dotted the otherwise black sky of Lima. My stomach did this weird twisty thing for a second as I remembered being in the park with Rachel when she sang that Barbara Streisand song from that one movie where she pretended to be a Jewish boy for Burt after he had his heart attack during junior year.

A heavy sigh fell from my lips and I raked my fingers through my hair and as if pulled by some invisible force (there I go getting all deep again), my eyes found her familiar tiny figure all the way on the other side of the football field. The gleeks – at Kurt's insistence, duh, cause like really when doesn't he want to throw some fabulous (his word, not mine) party – were here for his big graduation party thing. He called it something else, though. It was like some French word, I think, but because of Puck, it ended up becoming just a regular high school party.

There was a keg, a makeshift bar with liquor bottles we all stole from our parents, chips and dip, pizza, vegan food for Rachel, a cake she baked and my Mom's famous (no, seriously, they're really famous) chocolate chip cookies.

My stomach rumbled slightly, but I ignored it and kept my eyes on Rachel. Even though, I spent most of junior year with Quinn, I kinda always believed – like in the back of my mind – Rachel and I would have gotten back together, but it never happened.

Anyway, she was sitting primly (like only she could) on a blanket with Sam and my stomach did that weird twisty thing again. Don't get me wrong, Sam's a pretty cool dude and all; his impressions, they're like awesome, but that doesn't make seeing them together hurt any less or whatever.

Man, I thought shaking my head. I'm getting all deep and depressed. Does that mean I'm all emo now or something?

"Are you hoping to stare at them so hard that Avatar bursts into flames?" A soft voice from behind me got me to stop zoning out.

"Uh..." I started to say as my eyes blinked over and over. "No?" The way I said it made it sound more like a question and I was greeted to bubbly laughter as the owner of the soft voice came to sit next to me, allowing me to see that it was Tina.

I felt stupid that it took me so long to recognize that it was her, but even though she lost her fake stutter somewhere during sophomore year, she still didn't talk much. I don't think I've ever heard her say more than like three sentences in a row; unless, you know, she was talking about Asian stuff or some Goth band like Florence + The Machine or something.

"I get it." She murmured her hands fluttering over the fluffiness of the tutu type of skirt she always seemed to be wearing. "You don't want Avatar to actually burst into flames cause Rachel would be all sad and whatever, but you still wish it was you who was on the receiving end of her crazy, big eyes."

I wasn't sure if Tina was talking about Artie or Mike, so I just nodded, but out of the corner of my eye I could see her eyes drift in the direction of the slim Asian, who even on the choppy grass of the football field, was moving gracefully with Mercedes in his arms.

"Not to get super personal or anything, and you can like totally tell me to shut up or that it's none of my business," As I rambled, I could feel my cheeks getting hotter and hotter underneath her dark gaze that was suddenly directed at me. "But how come you and Mike broke up? You guys seemed to be all happy with your Asian love and stuff."

Her tongue clicked and her eyes narrowed and for a second I thought she might go all woman crazy or I guess in her case ninja girl crazy on me, but instead her heart-shaped face softened and she whispered in a way that seemed like she was trying to be joking, "Sometimes you can have too much dim sum, Frankenteen."

"That's your way of telling me to shut up, isn't it?" I playfully nudged her with my shoulder and she laughed while pushing several strands of her hair behind her ear.

My eyes went wide as I could see a pattern of several stars winding down from just behind her ear to neck. Whoa, I thought. Tina has tattoos! That's, like, super badass!

"Y-you have tattoos?" I asked, inwardly cringing at how my voice cracked.

The apples of her pale cheeks flushed brightly as she looked down at her combat boots for just a second before turning back to me. "Technically, I have a tattoo. I got it just before graduation. It's so corny and I don't even know why I'm telling you," She laughed, her eyes drifting away again. "But I like looking up at the stars. I go up to my roof sometimes and just lay there and look at them. They're really beautiful and – um – they make me feel like I can do anything."

"That's cool."

Suddenly everything got really quiet as we just stared at each other. The silence wasn't broken by either of us, but by Puck's loud yelp of, "I did it! I am the baddest of the badass! I finally got into Lauren's giant panties!"

"God," Tina muttered, her voice laced with disgust. "Doesn't he understand the meaning of TMI?"

Her shuddering and the look of horror on her soft features made me laugh. "Does that mean, you won't miss him after tonight?"

"Puck's not my best friend; he's yours. Hell, if it wasn't for glee, he wouldn't know that I existed. Unless, you know, he needed a tutor for something; then he would come and talk to me because I'm Asian. Cause that's not totally racist or anything."

"Uh, Tina, if it wasn't for glee, I wouldn't know that you existed except for the whole tutor thing too. Crap!" I shouted, panic forming across my face. "Does that make me racist too? Cause, seriously, I am not a racist! I totally believe that dumb Asians exist!"

"Relax, Finn," Her soft voice was shadowed by giggles and her eyes sort of sparkled as she looked up at me from behind her eyelashes that were like really super long. "I know you're not racist. And yeah, you wouldn't know me if it wasn't for glee, but I wouldn't know you either; so you know what? We're even."

I don't know why, but I stretched my legs out underneath me and laid down on the grass like I had been earlier. She did the same thing and as she stretched, her leg brushed against mine and I could feel a shiver rush through me. Her wrist touched mine and the lace of her fingerless gloves (that totally confused me) rubbed against my skin and it felt rough, but like, in a good way.

I turned to look at her and it hard, really hard not to notice why Artie and Mike fell for her. She wasn't traditionally pretty like Quinn with delicate blonde waves of hair and almond shaped green eyes or beautiful like Rachel with shiny chocolate hair and big, expressive doe eyes, but there was something cute and at the same time, like, exotic (I think that's the word) about her.

Her black hair was so black and glossy that she didn't need the blue streaks she put in sometimes. Her skin was this pale color that shimmered with a hint of pink like the pearls in the necklace Burt bought my Mom for their first anniversary and her lips were small and perfectly formed while her brown eyes glimmered; hinting at the bubbly giggles that were just below the surface and could burst forth any time.

I swallowed hard as my eyes drifted (but man, I couldn't help it) to the curves of her boobs that I could see coming through the off the shoulder black sweater she wore.

"You're not staring at my boobs are you?" Her voice cut through the slightly humid summer air like a knife and I could feel all the blood rushing to my face.

"No." I croaked.

"Just keep your eyes on the stars, Frankenteen. I don't want to have to go all Asian girl ninja on you."

I swallowed as my imagination took over and the image of her in some kind of skin tight leather cat suit thing appeared in my head. It was replaced quickly, though, by her voice being all dreamy and soft as she whispered, "They really are beautiful, aren't they?"

"Yeah," I agreed hoarsely, surprised by the way I was suddenly thinking about her. "They are."