Authors Note: I've been checking the Glee archive daily, and there are VERY little Finchel stories. This disappoints me. :( Therefore, I believe all Finchel fans should make it their mission to replenish the Glee archive of its Finchel Love! I don't know about you, but I feel extremely deprived of the perfection that is Rachel and Finn. This really isn't that good, but I thought it'd be a nice little break from the countless Puckleberry stories. (I don't HATE them, I just like Finchel better.) So yea, please write Finn/Rachel stories. :)
Disclaimer: I OWN GLEE. Also, pigs fly, My name is Lea Michele, I'm married to Cory Monteith, and we're expecting a kid in 4 months. (seriously, I DONT OWN GLEE, so don't sue. :])
It was a warm, sunny day in Lima, Ohio. School had let out early due to all day faculty meetings. Most teenagers would take advantage of a day like this and go to the park, the beach, or go ANYWHERE but school. But not Rachel Berry. Oh no, not her, for she was not like most teenagers. She wanted to be a star and achieve something, unlike the rest of these Lima Losers doomed to work at the grocery store all their lives. They would stay in Ohio forever, wallowing in self pity, feeling guilty. For you see, while they would be stocking shelves of various canned fruits, Rachel would be in New York City, being a star on Broadway. But despite all this, Rachel wasn't satisfied. Even though the futures important, so is the present. And in the present, Rachel Berry was all alone. Both literally and figuratively. She was literally sitting alone, perched on the edge of the cold, scuffed black stage. But figuratively, she had no friends, no fans, and no system of support besides her two dads.
Although, come to think of it, she did have some friends. Artie, Tina, Mercedes, Kurt, and him. The boy that unknowingly took her heart and murdered it to a bloody pulp. In reality, it wasn't his fault. Nothing was. It wasn't his fault he was breathtakingly adorable, or that he was oblivious to most things. She knew all this, but yet, she still couldn't help but feel scorned, not to mention embarrassed. Sighing, she remembered every single time she had kissed him. That's right, she had kissed him not only once, but twice. And she remembers every single second of it. His soft, relaxed lips against her own that were slathered in a light coat of peach gloss. Both kisses were utterly perfect. Too bad perfect doesn't actually exist.
Quinn Fabray. The chip in Rachel's shoulder one day, then her friend the next. It's pretty much safe to say the two very different girls are frenemies. But Rachel can't help but wonder, would Finn be with her if Quinn wasn't pregnant? She's pondered this day and night, losing valuable beauty sleep. Despite all the hateful comments, pornographic pictures, and slushies to the face she's received over the years, Rachel forces herself to stay positive. To ignore all of the "populars" for now, because she will be popular someday. Her face will be everywhere. And then they'll regret it.
At least, she hopes they will.