So this is how I imagine season 5 should have been, well, if Cory would have been there too... I've been putting all this stuff the fandom dreamt to see going on with Finchel in season 5 and I'm open to suggestions of songs and ideas and all the stuff you'd like to see in here. It may be a little angsty, but there will be fluff, I promise. As you may see, I love quoting. Real life Monchele quotes, old Glee episodes, Finchel moments. Anything. So if you wanna send me cute little quotes that you'd like to see in here, I'm grateful. I can't remember all of them.
I need to say a special thanks to my beautiful pal, Miss DM. I started writing this in July, but I wasn't sure if I was going to post it. Thank you so much for encouraging me and committing yourself as my first reader darling, I love you
The title of this fic comes from the song 'I won't give up' (duh).
Oh! I'm not a native English speaker, so sorry if I have some mistakes, feel free to correct me Done with the ado now, hope you like it
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DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of this, else I'd be freaking rich (wich I'm not, duh)
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She slept with her phone under her pillow, just in case an unexpected call arrived when she was sleeping. Weeks kept passing and My man only made her phone buzz after Santana's, Kurt's o her daddies' calls. Not Broadway producers, not… him, either.
Was he still giving her space? Or was he afraid she was still mad after that feud with her ex-something? At this point, he should know she doesn't lie to him, she even told her she was grateful he did that… He would always be her knight in shining armor.
Maybe, and only maybe, it wasn't strictly necessary, the feud. But, two guys fighting over her (two hot guys), that was something not every girl lives to see. Not a girl like her, at least… A Run Joey, run-tuned déjà-vú appeared in the back of her mind. But that didn't end up pretty well… What about this time? Not a clue.
She was confused about how she felt about him… About Finn. Not Brody, he was only a mask she tried to use to show everyone she was over… Finn… Ok, maybe that (and Valentine's day) was an answer to her previous confusion. Wait! Shouldn't she be thinking of a producer call right now, rather than an ex-fiancé's one? Maybe Finn's call is easier to handle… No, no it isn't! Remember the last one? I mean, it's not easier or more difficult, just different… One thing is being stage-kind of nervous, like in auditions, or Nationals… But seeing Finn written on her phone's screen, along with a picture of him with her favorite half smile, that was a different song. One that even she couldn't sing. Well maybe that was too much… But she is Rachel Berry, right? She is always too much of something or nothing at all.
Suddenly something took her out of her musings.
Oh my man I love him so, he'll never know…
But that wasn't her mind singing again. It was Barbra, on her phone (the song, of course, not the call, can you imagine that? Oh. My. Glee!). But that wasn't Finn, who was calling (why was she still expecting his call, rather what she truly had to expect for?), or Kurt, or Santana, or Papa, or Daddy...
An unknown number.
A little-shoe-box-apartment that's always crowded. That's where she lived (well, that wasn't the nicest way to call it, let's say it's just a little apartment and put the sad memories in a little cage in the back of her mind until the night comes). But this time, this time, for this call, she was alone.
Her stomach felt weird, her hands and knees started shaking a little… Green button. Lots of shaking now…
Hello? (Voice shaking a bit, really? she would have to work on that) Yes, this is her. Yes. Ok. I'll be there. Thank you so much Mister. Goodbye, have a nice day.
OH. MY. BARBRA!
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He was sitting on the floor, staring at a rug made out of a bunch of music sheets he couldn't decide about. Nationals. Mr. Sch- Will- No, no way... Mr. Schue put him under too much pressure. He was on his own... None of these songs was as good as Edge of glory, and not a chance of comparison with Paradise.
Well, at least I don't have to manage with a bunch of divas fighting over a solo…
He sighs... He missed that bunch of divas... No. He missed her. Of course none of the solos that the girls from Glee Club could sing were ever gonna be comparable to her It's all coming back to me now. Not even Tina's or Marley's... They were great singers but... Well, he wasn't making a fair comparison, was he? He wasn't objective. How do they call it when you fall in love with someone after you first listen to them? Love at first... listening? If she was here right now, she would be explaining him that that expression doesn't exist, and teaching him the correct way to say it. Besides, she would have already chosen three songs like ages ago. And the singers, and the arrangements, and the customs, and... well, everything. Damn, why did he ever let her go? His heart still beat faster when he remembered their last conversation.
Make those producers fall in love with you in that moment on the stage. And I know you have it in you.
"I know it by experience", he had wanted to say, "that's how I fell in love with you (though I didn't realize right there)", he had wanted to say. It had all happened in that auditorium. She surely freaked the shit out of him that day, but hearing her voice had really touched something in his heart (which totally is on the left side of your chest, of course)…
But he didn't say any of that. He didn't want to make things more difficult. It was too much to be true, she had called him, and she wasn't mad (he thinks) about what he had done to that FUCKING ASSHOLE SHARP-EDGED FACE 3% BODY FAT BROADWAY MANHORE RACHEL'S-HEART-BREAKER FUTURE-WIFE STEALER.
He spread some of the sheets he had in front of him angrily (only because he was sitting on the floor and couldn't kick anything from there).
He closed his eyes, breathed deeply, slowly but noisily, and continued remembering their conversation.
I think I owe you a debt of gratitude (of course she did, he had thought, he only said he was sorry because he was afraid she was mad at him, but, again, didn't say any of this). I just wished you would have stayed and... hang around a little longer...
Hearing her voice was so... I don't know, another thing he couldn't express. Another thing Rachel would explain him how to say.
Let me guess, Funny Girl auditions.
That's why she wasn't there with him. That's why he had let her be free. Because she was going to be a star. Without me. That's how much I love you.
That fucking day.
Maybe he could call her, couldn't he? She called him when she needed help, so why not? Well, he didn't need help actually... He knew he could choose wisely, if he stopped thinking about her and stuff (although he would still think of WWRBD, all the way, she was his moose). But, what could possibly go wrong if he asked for a little help? I mean, she's still Rachel Berry, right? Top performer of Glee club or something (he always told her so, but Mercedes, April Rhodes and Mr. Schue should be just as good, right? He was afraid to even think about it, what if she could really get into his mind or something?). And she is at NYADA and stuff, it is totally the right person to ask for help. Well, so would be Kurt but... Who is he kidding, he wanted to talk to her. But how would she react? No, he shouldn't call her.
I'm setting you free.
Great. His dumb brain couldn't remember his mom's birthday, but it could recall exactly that fucking conversation. And all their duets' lyrics, of course.
– You don't want to marry me?
– I wanna marry you so badly I can't go through with it.
Fucking. Scumbag. Brain.
What the hell!
Take the phone.
Contacts.
'R' key.
'Rachel Berry'.
Look how cute she is.
Finger above green button.
Press.
Finger above red button...
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Press.
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A/N: ok, not much Finchel stuff yet, but it'll come, I promise. It's already written actually, so it shouldn't take too long to update. I just want to see the response so tell me your thoughts Thanks for reading!