Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

I opened the solid, wood door of my home and tossed my keys on the nearest table. My dads weren't home yet, but that didn't really surprise me. They were probably working late. Besides, I just wanted to be alone right now.

I turned off all of the downstairs lights and headed up the stairs. I reached my room, and threw myself down on my frilly, pink comforter. I spent some time staring at the stars that were attached to the ceiling. Finn had helped me put them there. A sigh escaped my lips, and I again pondered the events of the day. Why had he proposed? I thought. He knew that I had to be focused on my dream.

Suddenly, I hear a strong knock on the door. I jumped up, terrified that a stranger was at the door. Although, if they had been meaning to harm me, they would not have knocked.

"Rach, it's me, Finn," he said. When I discovered that it was him, I was both relieved and filled with panic. "Please open up. I just want to talk."

I stood frozen in place, unable to move. I was grateful that I had turned the lights off. He couldn't be positive that I was here, and he would not just waltz in the house. I wanted to see him, but I was afraid of what he would want to talk about.

After about a minute, he stopped knocking, but he remained in my front yard. The torrents of rain had stopped, and now it was just sprinkling. I was glad, because if it had still been pouring, I definitely would've let him in. However, a miniscule amount of rain would not harm Finn, and I was neither prepared nor emotionally sound enough to speak to him.

I remained at my bedroom window, watching Finn. He was as still as a statue. After about 15 minutes, he looked up, and his eyes focused on my window. I knew that he had seen me. He slowly walked over to the door and began knocking again. Sighing, I walked down the stairs to let him in.

Finn's POV:

Rachel opened the door, finally, and I was filled with hope. Her eyes were red and puffy, so she had been crying, but she had opened the door. I knew that if I stayed in the yard for long enough she would let me in.

"Would you like something to drink?" Rach said, her tone polite and curt.

"I'm good, thanks though," I said. Why was she acting so weird? It was like we were strangers.

I stood awkwardly in the doorway for a while. She didn't say anything. She wouldn't even look at me.

"Rach," I said, "Can we talk?"

"There's nothing to talk about," she replied.

"C'mon, don't be like that."

"Finn, what do you want me to say? I need some moments to myself so that I can think. I thought you would have realized that after I ran out of the auditorium."

"How long?"

"What?"

"How long do you need to think?" This was killing me. I was desperate for an answer. She didn't reply. She just stood there, staring at her feet.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too," she replied. I leaned down to kiss her, but she pulled away. "But you need to leave," she whispered, my ears barely picking up the sound.

"What, why?" I said, shocked.

"Just please, go," she whispered again.

"Rach-" I started but she cut me off.

"Go," she said, her voice stern. I hesitantly turned around and walked out the door, my hope shattered.