Bonsoir mon petitte copines! I haven't been on FF for foreverrr! So, I decided that for my comeback I was going to do a Glee Story!!! Isn't it exciting?! Well, anyways, I am currently obsessed with the series, and I can't wait until they come back in Spring :)

Anyways, this is a little story to celebrate Christmastime!

Now, an FYI, I'm leaving to Venezuela to visit the fam in a couple of days, and there's not that much internet access there, per se. So, I apologize in advance if I don't update as often :)

Ok Hereeee weeee goooo!!

Spoiler Alert! JSYK, this is set after last episode, Sectionals.

Disclaimer: Right, I own Glee. I also happen to be the pope.

Dancin' with myself

When there's no-one else in sight
In the crowded lonely night
Well I wait so long
For my love vibration
And I'm dancing with myself

Rachel sat on her desk, miserably looking out the window. It was wintertime, which meant lots of rain, -which lead to her having to run to her car and get soaked on the trip there- and also no sun. No sun meant nothing to bright up her bad days, and she'd been having a lot of those lately. The main culprit for her bad days was Finn, obviously. After winning sectionals, and welcoming Mr. Shue back, he stopped talking to people. Yes, he'd still go to practice, but he would just sing, and not talk to anyone else in between. He shut himself from the outside world, Rachel thought. His daily routine seemed to consist of Wake up, Go to school, Glee, Football, and then home. And start it all over again the next day. Whenever he did talk to someone, his voice seemed monotone, and without interest.

Rachel was of course worried, but there really wasn't anything to do, since Finn seemed to be avoiding her the most.

So, today, she decided to just give up. After worriedly looking at Finn for a while, she made her decision and looked out the window, staring at the gray clouds above, haunting her, and reminding her of the horrible time she was having.

"Rachel, what did you get for number 4?" Said Mr. Schue suddenly, snapping her out of her trance.

"Uh…" she frantically looked at her homework, "La corvata verde?" it came out more as a question, but Mr. Schue seemed pleased.

"Good, ok…" He moved on to another student, and she went back to looking out the window, and thinking restlessly about Finn.

A good 10 minutes later, close to the end of class, she heard someone whisper her name. She immediately looked behind her, only to find that no-one was calling her from there. She rolled her eyes and turned back to the window.

"Rachel!" Thwack!

Her hand flew to her head and started rubbing it furiously. Who would be stupid enough to throw an eraser to her head just to get her atten-- Finn.

She looked over to Finn's seat was, and indeed saw him leaning back on his seat, whispering her name, and reaching a note out to her.

"Rachel! Take it," he whispered.

She nodded, leaned over quickly, and grabbed the note from his grasp. When it was in her hands, she anxiously opened it, fearing what it might say.

In his messy but readable handwriting was written,

Rachel,

Meet me in the auditorium at lunch. Don't be late.

Finn

And the he drew some sort of scribble, which she figured was supposed to be a freakish smiley face. Which is what she shot him when she looked up and noticed him staring.

He sighed and turned back in his seat, fiddling nervously with the hem of his shirt. She stared at him for the rest of the period, a million possibilities of what he might say running through her head. 75% of them included him telling her she's insane and she needs to stop staring at him in class because it's making him uncomfortable, and that they can't be friends anymore, but in different scenarios. 20% involved him declaring his love to her, while 5% involved him asking her for help with the Spanish homework.

She'd be more comfortable with the homework question.

When the bell rang, she jumped off her seat, and was about to make a mad dash for the door, when she heard Mr. Schue's voice.

"Rachel, Finn. Can you come here for a sec?" He asked. He was on his desk, his reading glasses on his hand, and some papers he needed to grade left unattended on his desk. His brows were furrowed, a look of worry plastered on his face.

"Um, sure," she said, turning around and heading over to his desk, "But I can't stay long, since I have a Math test next per-"

"It's ok, guys, I won't keep you too long." he said, cutting her off, "I'll give you passes anyways,"

She smiled and sat on the edge of a desk situated right in front of him. Finn sat a couple rows down. Was he avoiding her now?

"So, what's up, ?" he said, in his usual tone, obviously avoiding eye contact with her. She huffed.

"Um, well, I've noticed the tension between everyone in Glee lately, because of Quinn's uh, situation. Everyone has been getting along fine, with the exception of Puck, Quinn and you, Finn," he looked at Finn who shot him a confused but angry look.

"Don't get me wrong, Finn. I mean, I understand why you would be mad. But, see, that's not what's worrying me," he paused and looked back and forth between Finn and Rachel.

They were in trouble.

"It's you two. Not to pick favorites or anything, but you two are the best singers in Glee. You two are our stars, and really, you haven't been talking at all lately,"

Not my fault, Rachel thought. She accusingly looked at Finn, but he just quickly moved his gaze from her, to the floor. Mr. Schuester, noticing the exchange, spoke up.

"I don't mean to get in your personal lives, but it's really concerning me. Everytime you sang, it was with feeling, and emotion. Now, you're doing it because you feel it's something like a priority. It's just... sad watching you guys! And don't think that I'm the only one that's noticed. All the other members have noticed, and are concerned too. Now, if you--"

"I don't want to sound rude, Mr. Schue, but it's really not my fault," said Rachel in her usual confident tone, "Finn is the one that is isolating himself from the whole group –including me- and unwilling to even try to talk to anyone. I, in the other hand, keep on trying to make conversation. Which, may I point out, is absolutely pointless, since he just carries on ignoring me" She shot him a look, and, if looks could kill, he'd be out cold by now.

"So, if you'll excuse me," she said while hopping off the desk she was previously sitting on, "I have a Math test to attend, and I think I can make it in the 2 minutes I have left before the bell rings," She looked behind her, shot Mr. Schue an apologetic but firm look, as if to say the argument was over, and briskly walked out the room.

"Well," said Mr. Schuester "breaking the awkward silence, "She's a keeper,"