A/N:So, this, my pretties, is my try on the '30 days of Writing challenge' on Tumblr and also my therapy for the major Finchel Funk I have since 3.22. I hope you enjoy reading this, just as much as I enjoy writing. If you want the prompt-list let me know, if you have a quote or prompt you want me to use for a one-shot, a drabble, or really anything else, just send me that. Fo further contacts go find my Tumblr, which is found to be here: . feel free to contact me about anything.
Disclaimer: Neither Glee nor it's characters are mine, if so the third season wouldn't have ended how it did. Also, this is purely for fun.
"Break a leg." She says, friendly, reassuringly, as he comes over to her, fixing his tie.
"I love you." He says back, confidently, smiling at her, all good natured. He turns on his heels, then, without another word or gesture, walks back to his spot. And that's probably when all the color leaves her face. Three words. Seven Letters. One moment. And that's enough to knock all the air from her lunges. Rachel Berry usually isn't one to be speechless, but even she can only take so much. He looks back at her from the other side of the room, lips quirking up only a fraction, as if he'd be surprised by his own courage. And what does she do? She smiles back. She simply smiles back, because after this whole year, after the whole baby drama, after Jesse and all the throwbacks she feels like she deserves to smile, like it's her good right to be happy about the fact that he loves her. He, Finn Hudson, loves Rachel Berry. If that's nothing to be happy about, nothing is. He gives her a full smile then, just before the music starts, right when her heart skips a beat. He steps into the hall and she can hear him sing, and she likes to believe he feels every single word, coming rather from his heart than his tongue, because that's where hers come from, when it's her turn. She meets his gaze and even though she knows she's in a hall with approximately hundreds of people, all she sees, all she feels is him. It's like he's wrapped around her like a thick blanket on chilly winter nights. They sing like they never did, because it's Journey and it's literally about life and death and even if it wouldn't be for them, it would be for Mr. Schue. And also because they finally found something worth fighting for, for all of them.
They lose, in the end, and it hurts so much, because she sees herself that Vocal Adrenalin are better, but they were so much better than Oral Intensity. It's just not fair. Nobody is really in the mood for anything, afterwards on the bus ride home. She has her IPod in her hands, blankly staring at the tiny, little letters, spelling 'Journey, Don't Stop Believing' in stark white against the bright pink color of the casing.
"Hey." She jumps a little in her seat, as she snaps back to reality, seeing Finn standing in the aisle between the sitting booths. He's still wearing the glossy, black dressing shirt, a few buttons open, no tie and jeans instead of slacks. In another situation she would've found him immensely attractive, like this, but now all she can focus on is how lost he looks, hands stuffed into the pocket of his jeans, gaze fixed on the IPod in her lap.
"Hi." She responds, barely audible, swallowing the lump in her throat. He gulps too and then finally looks up to meet her eyes.
"Is it…I mean…Can I sit with you?" He asks hesitantly, carefully, as if he's afraid she'll start yelling at him. She licks her bottom lip, before she squeezes her eyelids shut in order not to cry (again) and then nods quickly. He doesn't answer just drops down next to her and then gently takes the IPod from her, pushing it into the pocket of his jeans. She smiles at him, thankfully, she couldn't always count on people catching her when she fell, but having some understanding her feels strangely relieving. Finn replaces her IPod then, with his hand, as he laces his fingers with hers, and even though his hands are so much bigger than hers it feels like they were meant to be in this place all the time. The neon lamp above their heads surrenders with one last flicker and leaves them in darkness. He brushes his thumb over her knuckles and she leans her head against his shoulder. She feels pleasantly empty now, as if Finn outweighs the loss of Regionals, as if Karma is even with her now. Maybe she had to lose something important to get something important back. It feels good, thinking like that, it's weirdly reassuring. Finn whispers something she doesn't quiet catch into her hair, right before he presses a feather-light kiss to her hairline. She doesn't know what this means, she doesn't know where they're headed or where she wants to be headed. That's okay, though, they'll talk tomorrow. Or next week. Or whenever they feel like talking. They have all the time they need. He'll come around and she'll come around and then they'll meet somewhere in the middle. She likes that thought, it's like metaphor. And metaphors are important, after all.
"Break a leg." She says and he answers "I love you.", carrying his heart on his sleeve, laying it right into her waiting hands and stealing a piece of hers in process. Three words. Seven letters. One moment. And that's really the beginning of it all.
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