This is my first ever Fanfic! I've been reading fics on this site for a while and decided to give writing one a shot! So here's my first attempt at some Finchel-ness. Feedback is loved. No negative feedback, but if you have any advice for how to improve, it's welcomed! Thanks:)

Chapter 1

Rachel's POV

I was driving through the small town of Lima, Ohio after six years. Six years. Six years since I last saw Finn Hudson. Five and a half since we broke up. After graduation, I had moved to New York on a full scholarship to NYADA. Finn stayed in Lima to go to OSU. We had tried long distance, but it didn't work for us. Six months after I moved to New York, we agreed to just stop the long distance and wait until college was over so Finn could move to New York, then we would start our lives together.

"I promise," he had said one night over the phone. "I promise we'll be together."

"No matter what?" I had said.

No matter what. That's what he had said. No matter what happened during the four years of college apart, we would be together. About three weeks before he was scheduled to move to New York, he called. That phone call still haunts me to this day.

"Hello?" I answered the phone.

"Hey, Rach."

I instantly noticed the pain in his voice, the pain he was obviously trying to hide.

"Finn? What's wrong? What's going on?"

"I don't think it's gonna work out," He replied. "I don't belong in New York. If I move there, I'll only be dragging you down."

"Finn, don't say that," I told him, trying to keep my voice steady. "You DO belong here. We belong together, Finn. Don't you know that?" How could he do this to me? To us?

"I'm sorry, Rachel," He said, before hanging up.

"You promised," I whispered to myself as I sat down on the couch and started to cry.

That was two years ago. Now, here I was, back in Lima. I was coming to visit my dads. I hadn't seen them since I left for New York 6 years ago, and I missed them dearly. The only problem was that I was bound to run into—him—while I'm here, and I'm not looking forward to that. I pulled up in front of my childhood home, hopped out of the car I had rented, and walked up the path I hadn't walked up in six years.

Finn's POV

I guess I could call life good. I was the football coach at Mckinley, I had a nice house, and a beautiful fiancée, but every now and then, I have to ask myself what if? What if I hadn't ended that relationship? What if I had moved to New York? What if we still talked to each other? She's probably on Broadway by now, and dating someone too. That's okay, though. I'm gonna get married soon. I've moved on.

"Finn, honey," my fiancée's voice floated in the living room from the kitchen. "You need to go grocery shopping."

I sighed. I hated going grocery shopping.

"Why can't you go, babe?" I asked.

"Because, silly," Quinn said, poking her head into the living room. "I have an appointment at the nail salon."

Of course she does.

"Okay, Quinn, I'll go."

She smiled as she walked over to me and kissed me.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, too," I replied, smiling.

She turned around and walked back into the kitchen, emerging a few seconds later with a piece of folded paper in her hand.

"Here," she said, handing the paper to me. "That's the grocery list. Go," she said sternly, ushering me to the door. "The store isn't open all night."

"Right," I said, grabbing my jacket and car keys on my way out the door.

I was walking through the store, reading the list Quinn had given me, not paying attention to where I was going, when I bumped into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was—" but I stopped. The short, brunette in front of me looked so familiar. I knew her.

"Rachel?" I asked.

She looked up at me.

"Finn," she breathed out.

So what'd you think? Was it good? Bad? Should I write the next chapter? Should I never write again? Please tell me what you thought of it. I'd love to hear your thoughts! No negative comments, please. Constructive criticism is accepted. Thanks for reading!

~KittyKat84173