Bright Lights and Old Love
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee. If I did Finn and Rachel would be married in New York WITHOUT Kurt.
Rachel Berry slid into her costume and the assistant stage manager tapped her on the shoulder. "What is it, Mark?" She asked, as she yanked on the zipper. He slid her zipper up and sighed. "Tonight we've got a real fresh guy who is going to have to fill in for Tim, and play Charlie. Don't worry, he's played him before." Rachel nodded. Charlie was the husband of Velma Kelly, which was her role in Chicago. Rachel ran onstage and behind a set of jail bars. "Pop." "Six." "Squish." The girls before her said. "Cicero!" Rachel chimed in. "Lipschitz," replied the woman behind her. As they danced and sang, homicide scenarios passed in front of them.
Finally, Charlie and Velma's sister appeared in front of her, and Rachel began her speech. The spotlight glared on the pair in front of her, and her jaw dropped as she saw Finn and her friend Essie in front of her. Finn gasped, and quickly exited the stage. Rachel gulped, but quickly twirled and high-kicked her way through the rest of the show. At the finale's end, she dashed backstage and into her dressing room. On the couch a very anxious Finn Hudson waited for her. He stood as she entered and she slipped behind her dressing screen and quickly changed. He was silent as she picked up her bag.
"Finn." She whispered nervously. He looked down at her. He had gotten taller. And definitely much more built. He leaned down to kiss her but she stopped him. Evan Wells suddenly entered. He was producing the show and many others. He lifted Rachel into his arms and kissed her happily. "You were amazing, Rach!" he praised. He sighed. "Oh. I'll give you a moment. And I'll be in the limo, Rachel." He departed quickly and Rachel handed Finn her card. "I'm sorry." She said, and ran after Evan. Finn slumped on the couch. Stupid army.