Errrm. Well it's a short introduction, I'm hoping the chapters will get longer as I get into it. I love Finchel, so I'm hoping to write a lot more about them! Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Glee (shame) and the story name is from the song 'Make Me Wanna Die - The Pretty Reckless'


The club held the last note, and thrust their hands up in the air – big beaming smiles on their faces. The music faded out and I looked towards Mr Schue for his approval.

"Good work today, guys! We'll work on Don't Stop Believing on Thursday. See you next rehearsal guys!" As Mr Schue gathered up his music sheets and left the room. The other gleeks burst into chatter, weighing up their chances at Regionals, swapping gossip and laughing with each other.

I was alone.

I should have been used to it by now, ever since Run Joey Run, with Jesse going back to Carmel, Puck getting back with Quinn and Finn flirting with Santana. Puck didn't give me the time of day anymore (so much for only us understanding what it was truly like to be a Jew) and Finn...

Oh, Finn Hudson.

I wanted him so badly. I really, really did. I knew I messed up trying to make him jealous with Jesse. But at the time, I really though me and Jesse could work. He was the hot male lead of Vocal Adrenaline. I was the stunning young ingénue of New Directions. It was totally erotic and romantic, our Romeo and Juliet type romance. Until I said I was ready to have sex. But whilst I was waiting in that bathroom, cold, harsh reality washed over me.

Finn Hudson had held my heart since Day 1.

And the only person I wanted to be with that... emotionally, was him.

As I was stood in that bathroom, curlers teasing through my hair, thoughts of what Finn and Santana were up to sliced through my brain. My heart ached with longing for him.

And now I couldn't imagine being with anyone else.

So stood on that stage, as Santana stroked Finn's arm, I had never felt more alone. Sure, I knew the gleeks didn't really like me. They tolerated me simple because of my incredible talent. My voice was the voice that was going to snatch us Regionals. But, at least back then I knew that Finn cared for me. Finn liked me. Finn had kissed me twice. I would never forget the touch of his lips against mine, his heart pounding so close to mine, my hands snaked around his neck.

I used to think that all I needed was my dreams, and two supportive dads to get me through the rejections in the tough world of Broadway. I never saw myself falling for one Finn Hudson.

Collecting my music sheet, I turned towards the stage door. Santana had pulled Finn in for a deep kiss. My eyes prickled with tears I was determined not to shed.

That night, I ran home and sobbed.