Set during Silly Love Songs. think of it as me saying Goodbye Finchel, and hello Puckleberry.
Please read Finchel fans, there is no bashing. I'm a finchel fan, but ive decided to ship Puckleberry majorly
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She wondered if she had ever really felt anything. Did she ever truly love Finn? Did he ever truly love her? She didn't know, and now, she thinks, maybe she doesn't really wanna know. She knows he's not as over her as he says he is; he won't admit that he misses her. And she's done waiting. She thinks she's found someone else, and now she needs to be sure that she doesn't feel anything for Finn anymore; no fireworks, no spark.
When Finn announces he's setting up a kissing booth, she figures this is the perfect time to finally sort out her confusing feelings. She needs this to be over with, her love for Finn needs to be out of her system. So she walks up to his booth, slams the dollar on the table, and waits for the stupid kiss. He stupidly asks her if she can handle it. No shit I can handle it. And then what does the idiot do? He gives her a freaking peck on the cheek.
She is not his grandmother, she deserves better than that!
"What the hell was that?" She furiously asks him.
"I thought you said you could handle it." She can't take his obnoxious attitude any more. So she does something rash.
"Oh shut up." She roughly grabs his face and plants her lips on his. She feels him responding, and she keeps waiting for the fireworks. They never happen. She wants to feel fireworks, she wills herself to feel a spark, but nothing, nothing at all. She releases him, and she waits for him to call her a name.
But he's still recovering from the shock of the kiss; he looks like he just woke up from a deep sleep. She wonders if in a way, she did too. Time to face reality; she doesn't feel anything at all for the goofy quarterback anymore.
It's a good thing too.
"Well Finn, obviously I set my standards higher than I should have. That kiss, it was, boring. I just wasted three minutes of my life."
"What? You kiss me and then say I bore you?" He asks angrily.
She nods.
"God you're mean when you don't have a man in your life." She kinda wants to slap him. She does have a man in her life. She rolls her eyes.
"I do have man in my life, thank you very much." She twiddles her thumbs.
"Who?" He switches the sign from Open to Closed.
"Don't worry 'bout it." She nonchalantly smirks.
"Well if you have a 'man' in your life, why did you kiss me like that?" He straightens his football jersey.
"To be honest, I wanted to see if I still felt fireworks when I kissed you. I wanted to know if you and I still had that spark. And to be honest we don't. I'm tired of playing second fiddle to Quinn or Santana. I wanna be someone else's number one choice. Oh sure I was ecstatic when you picked me over Quinn, because girls like me hardly ever get picked over girls like her. But I think I found someone else. Someone who still lights up my day. " She makes a weird hand motion, a cross between jazz hands and seizure like hands.
"So you don't feel a spark when you kiss me?" She nods, and plays with the string-bead necklace on her neck; the one with another boy's name. The one that replaced Finn's name.
"Yeah well I didn't either." He looks away. He's lying, she can tell. She knows all of his facial expressions.
"I know." She knows.
"I want Quinn." Translation: I thought I wanted Quinn, no, I want Quinn, maybe. She smiles slightly. "Erm- I kinda wanted to give you something though." He quickly ushers her over to the side. He hands her a rectangular box with Santa wrapping paper on it.
"I-I don't understand?"
"I was going to give it to you for Christmas, but…" He trails off. They both know the story.
She carefully opens the box, and she finds a silver star on a chain necklace. It's beautiful. She knows that if the circumstances were different, she would probably cry right now.
However she does not cry.
She simply picks up the necklace, dangles it from her fingers, and promptly hands it to Finn. He's confused.
"It's for you." He reminds her, as if she doesn't already know.
"I know, and I don't want it. Please don't give it to me. If you give it to me, I might cry, and if I cry, I might want you back, and I don't want you back. So please, don't give it to me. Give it to Barbie, for me." She turns on her heels and scampers to her locker.
Truth is, that necklace was too beautiful, it didn't belong with a girl like her.
As she wanders through her remaining classes, she wonders about the clumsy quarterback.
As she sings a duet with Tina, her eyes wonder to Finn, whose gaze is fixed on her.
But she doesn't feel anything, no fireworks, no spark, no nothing.
Maybe she feels a bit of remorse. Remorse for giving up so easily. But she knows that it isn't worth it. She feels nothing for Finn anymore.
It's a good thing too. She has reservations for two at Breadstixs tonight, and she knows Puck likes to eat early.
But fireworks can be delayed, can't they?
So the ending can interoperatedin different ways. Puckleberry or Finchel. You choose. Personally I like the ending to be some sort of a mystery. Does Rachel feel fireworks, or does a certain bad-ass now giver her butterflies. You decide.