Letters

by EdieRose

But now I’m confused. I’m confused about what we are, and who we’ve become. I’m confused about how we got here, and how we can be salvaged from the giant smoking wreck that has become the once-perfect Finn and Rachel.

Hi FanFiction, it's been a while.

Basically, this is an original story I've been working on for ages now, using my own ideas and characters, but I thought that I could probably flip it to FR as a writing exercise and all that pretentious crap. Plus the world is in serious need of some Finn/Rachel lovin' right now :) It is so AU it's ridiculous, please have an open mind!

Letters - Chapter 1: Prologue

You've always been there for me, perhaps the only constant thing in my life. I know it's a cliché, but I've come to realise that there is a reason that these phrases are used so often.

I don't remember meeting you, but pretty much all my memories pertain to you in some way, shape or form.

We've always been "Finn and Rachel", the epitome of true friendship, the keepers of a special bond that others could only dream about. People would sigh with envy as we walked through the school halls; our arms around each other in a totally asexual way, lost in our own little world. Even our friends got annoyed when we'd relive inside jokes and discuss something that only you and I got. We just understood each other.

You were my best friend, my soulmate, the one person I could tell anything and everything to.

But now I'm confused. I'm confused about what we are, and who we've become. I'm confused about how we got here, and how we can be salvaged from the giant smoking wreck that has become the once-perfect Finn and Rachel. And after spending the last twenty-four hours reliving the past twenty-four years, I've decided that the only way to make sense of the mess that we've created is to remember everything, the good times and the bad times and try to figure out what the hell to do.

And I know I'm such a wimp writing this down, but the truth is that I just know that when I hear your voice, the pain of everything will knock me from my feet, sending me backwards into a numb blackness. So instead I'm taking the coward's route and sending you letters, a tiny piece of my soul and heart enclosed in each envelope in the hopes that when you have assembled them all, the answers to all our giant problems will appear.

And maybe, just maybe, there is a future for Finn and Rachel, as whoever and whatever we are.

Love, Rachel.