Hello you all! This is my very first one-shot ever written, and I worked really hard on this for days. This is a one-shot with Finn and Rachel, Finn is with Rachel at her last hour from Breast Cancer. I do not want to insult people who has relatives and close friends who died from Breast Cancer. Don't own, enjoy (:
Finn stood at the edge of his wife's bed, breathing in her strawberry scent, the scent he remembers just so vaguely.
~Flashback~
Finn was wondering the halls in search of his locker, he forgot the number, but remembered the combination. 4-12-23. He smells a sweet smell, like strawberries. He hurries towards the smell, hoping it could be Quinn, his girlfriend at the time. Then he remembers he has to find his locker.
"Yo, dude! That's my locker!" Azimio says.
"Sorry," he manages to squeak out before the tough dude slams his fist near his head. The sound of metal being smashed by a footbal tough hand echoes through the hallway. Finn trys to find his locker, before remembering it is on the 3rd floor, so he walks up two more levels and finding his locker. Once it is open, he throws his letterman's jacket into the metal interior. He grabbed his books and walks down from the 3rd level to the 1st level. he hears a sweet sounding singing voice. And he also smells the scent, strawberry. He rounds the corner, and becoming face-to-face with Rachel. He smells the scent even stronger.
"Do you smell strawberries Rachel?"
"Actually, Finn, it's my perfume. I thought you knew the school doesn't have an indoor strawberry patch." She giggles. He nods his head, as if saying righttt.
"Finn!" A voice lures his head out of a daydream. He looks up to Quinn.
"Hey," he says. wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
"RuPaul, do you wear perfume just do get the stench of unwashed hair, your daily slushies, and the dump out of your body? Cause you'll need even more perfume then..." she said, throwing a grape-flavored slushy at her face.
"You're a bitch, you know that?" Rachel replies. Quinn looks shocked, literally shocked. Santana and Brittany walk up behind her.
"Drilling the Head Cheerio, huh Man-Hands? You not so tough unless you throw a punch." Santana snarks out.
"Don't give her any ideas." Quinn says out of the corner of her mouth. Rachel, using the great idea, threw a punch at Quinn, and slammed her against the cold, metal doors.
"What the hell Rachel?"
"I thought you knew my name, from underneath those fucking 'nick-names' you and your wingbitches call me." Rachel says, dusting her hands off. "I'm done, amd finished here."
~End Flashback~
"You were strong, like now, you have been at war with cancer...but cancer has..." Finn started off.
The machines flatlined her heartbeat. Finn stayed by her side. as she fell into a deep slumner in which she would not wake up.
"..won." he finished off. His forty year old eyes watered at the sight of his wife, dead.
There's my very first one-shot! Do you like it? Review! Thanks!
