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I watched as the girl standing in front of me turned around. She looked flustered and in a rush. I had never seen her here before, so I decided that she must have been new. She was very pretty, but I had a girlfriend already. She gave me a quick look over before she opened her mouth, "Oh. Hello," she said.

"Hi," I responded like a fool.

"Do you need something?" she asked with a slightly impatient look, "If you can't tell, I am in a little bit of a rush right now."

"Well," I wasn't sure how to word this, "you are kind of standing in front of my locker." I looked directly into her eyes as I said this, and my heart melted a little. Her eyes were a beautiful dark creamy brown.

"Are you sure?" she questioned with a twinge of annoyance, "I am pretty sure that this locker is mine."

Despite her slight air of coldness, she was quite adorable, and I found myself trying to suppress a smile.

"Yes. My schedule says locker #2435."

"Well," she began, "so does mine."

"Let me see."

She took her binder out of her bag, and handed me her schedule. I quickly scanned her locker details. As I found her locker number, I couldn't stop my grin. It said locker #2436.

I opened my mouth, "I hate to tell you, but it looks like you are wrong."

I put the paper in her view, and pointed at the locker number. I watched as her reaction went from annoyance to pure embarrassment. She looked speechless, for once since I had met her.

"What?!" she screeched. "I was sure that it said 2345!"

I chuckled a little and she shot me a glare. I couldn't help it; she was such a likeable person. I wanted to know more about her.

"Looks like we are locker neighbors," I told her, "might as well have a proper introduction. I am Finn Hudson." I watched as she considered what to say next, her height made it hard for us to talk; considering that she was so short and small, and I was so tall.

She looked up, "I am Rachel, Rachel Berry."

"Well Rachel, it was a pleasure to meet you, but I would really like to be on time to my first class, and I am sure that you would like to be as well," I said with a sideways grin.

She nodded, obviously deep in thought. She walked to her locker and I stepped up to mine. I put my combination in, and opened the lock. I stuck my backpack and extra school supplies in there, I could feel her stare on me and I felt my cheeks burn.

"See something you like?" I asked with some pride.

It was her turn to blush, "No," she responded expressionlessly.

She turned away without saying goodbye, and I watched as her slim figure walked down the hallway. Had I scared her away? I sighed. I began walking in the opposite direction to my English class, not the one that Rachel had. Yes, I had studied her schedule when she had let me see it. I wanted to see if we shared any classes. It seemed as though we shared a fair few.

There was something about Rachel that I was really into. Not just her appearance, but her personality was like a star shining brightly. I was eager to learn more about her. I wanted us to at least be good friends, maybe even more. For now though, I had Quinn, even if she was a pain.

This would an interesting school year. Get ready for the charms of the great Mr. Hudson, Rachel Berry.