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I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY EXCEPT FOR THOSE NAMES YOU MAY NOT FIND FAMILIAR.

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I bit my pencil again and look at it. It's really weird. How can you insert the black thingy inside the wood? I bite it again and gag at the ugly taste of the eraser.

"Blech!" I sputtered out a few bits of the eraser.

"Hi Finn!" I heard an enthusiastic loud voice. I turned around. It's Rachel.

I gave her a big smile and put my pencil in my pocket. Rachel looked really pretty. For once, her hair was in a ponytail.

"Hi Rachel. Um, what's up?" I asked her, wanting to taste that pencil again.

"Oh, nothing much." Rachel said and we started walking along the corridor. "I was just thinking about you actually!"

That made me stop. "Really?" I don't know why I stopped. I guess I was feeling a bit weird.

Weird, all right. I almost felt as if…as if I was happy.

Rachel froze with a look that meant she let something slip. "I-I-I meant about what you and I should suggest about Mr. Schue's special program."

"Oh." I replied. I knew it. I'm in love with Rachel. But I can' tell her, can I? She might not feel the same way. All she cares about is Glee Club.

"So, um, I was wondering if we could, you know, maybe meet at my house tonight and plan what to do?" Rachel said hopefully. I stopped again. Really?

"Uh, yeah. That'd be cool." I replied.

Rachel smiled at me and she looked happy. I wanted to hold her hand and squeeze her arms but they were too busy carrying her books.

"Let me get that for you." I said, taking her books from her. She smiled at me gratefully.

"I'm really excited about tonight. I hope we find something good to do." Rachel said, smiling as wide as a Cheshire cat.

"Well, I'm sure we could think of something." I assured her, carrying her heavy books. Damn, they're really heavy.

"Um, like what?" Rachel asked enthusiastically.

"Well…" The first thing that actually came to me was we could bite pencils all night. "…we could play a game." I smiled at her mischievously.

Rachel frowned. "I meant something to perform, Finn."

"Oh."

"Anyway," Rachel said, punching my arm lightly. "I haven't seen you much. How are you?"

"Well, I'm fine, really." I replied. Shit. The books almost fell out of my grasp.

"You and, uh, Brittany broke up, huh?" She asked casually, retying her ponytail.

I looked at her books and paused silently. "Yeah. But I'm over her now. It's nothing really."

Rachel smiled. "Good for you!"

"What about Jesse? I mean, are you over him now?" Jesse St. James. Oh how I hate that guy.

"Well, Finn…Jesse broke my heart. Who would ever think that…that he'd be two-timing me with Santana Lopez?" Rachel said, her eyes sad. I wanted to hold her in my arms right there and tell her that everything would be alright.

I couldn't hug her. I wanted to, but I couldn't. "Everything will be alright." I said instead and cradling her soft cheek in my hand. Rachel closed her eyes for a moment and she looked back up at me again.

She removed my hand from her cheek and she looked down. "Uh, sorry Finn. But I gotta go to History class."

Wow. I was hurt. Big time. She looked like she wanted to get away from me. For a moment there, I thought she felt the same way I did.

But Rachel forgot something. I've got History class with her. I smiled mischievously and grabbed my pencil. I bit into it and sputtered out the eraser bits.

Awesome.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This is Finn's Point of View. Please Read and Review :D