Oh hey I accidentally just uploaded this without the authors notes or the disclaimer. Oops. Well, here it is.

I would say that I'm very sorry that this took so long to get up, but I'm not. I can't really just spit these stories out fast because if I do then they really suck. I simply can't write well if I'm not in a writing mood. That would also explain why While We Fight This War hasn't been updated in ages...But, here it is! I hope you enjoy it!

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"Hey Santana, when are we supposed to be at the airport?"

Santana laughed. "Are you crazy? You think you'd be able to get onto a plane without anybody noticing you? No, Frankenteen. The whole point of this is that people won't know where you are."

"Then what are we taking?" Finn asked. "Because if you think you're going to get me on a boat you're dead wrong, San. You know how I am on boats!"

"Relax. We're not taking a boat." Santana said with a roll of her eyes

"…Then what are we taking?"

"A helicopter! Santana that's a helicopter!"

"Is it?" Santana shouted over the roar of the vessel. "I hadn't noticed!"

"Where's my stuff?" Finn shouted, noticing that none of his luggage was with them.

"Shipped over on the plane with your mom! Now get in, we have a schedule to keep to!"

"Okay, San, I've got to hand it to you. That helicopter was pretty sweet. And I guess Salt Lake City isn't that bad. I mean, it isn't too far away, and-what?" Santana was giving him her 'you're an idiot' look.

"You aren't staying in Salt Lake City. No, it's much too close. Mama don't like it. We're just stopping here to switch from helicopter to jet. It'll be faster."

Finn sighed and looked out the window of the taxi. He figured Santana thought the taxi would be safe because the taxi driver was an old man whom he doubted had any idea who he was.

"But I thought you said jets were too risky?" He said.

"Private jet."

"Ohio? This is where you're sending me? Ohio?!"

Finn was not happy.

"Of all the places I could've gone. You could've at least sent me somewhere interesting! What am I supposed to do in the middle of nowhere?! Damn it, Ohio?"

"Damn it Finn could you just shut up for a minute?" Santana snapped at him. "We're sending you to Ohio because nobody would think that super star boy band member Finn Hudson would be in Ohio! Plus I have family out here and they told me that there was a house for sale, and for now your mom's renting it. So stop whining, alright?"

Finn resorted to grumbling to himself and looking out the window of the rental car again. They were whizzing by plain little towns; none of which looked very interesting.

"How long do I have to stay here for anyways?"

"The summer, at the least."

Finn frowned at her. "What do you mean 'at the least'?"

Santana pulled the car into a small, plain looking neighborhood. "Who knows?" She grinned. "You could end up liking it here."

Finn rolled his eyes as he spotted his mom's car in one of the driveways. The house didn't look all too great.

Well, it didn't look bad, but being super-star-Finn-Hudson, he'd expected better.

Santana put the car in park and stepped out, making her way towards the house.

Finn called out, "Wait! Aren't you going to help me with my stuff?"

He was answered with a simple no as she entered the house.

"Fucking Ohio." He mumbled under his breath, grabbing as many of his bags as he could and awkwardly shuffling towards the house.

Finn gave himself a tour of the house. With three bedrooms, two baths, a large kitchen and two nice family rooms, it really was a nice house.

But of course, Finn wasn't in the mood to look on the bright side.

"So, what," he somewhat-snapped at his mom. "I can't even go outside without a hood up and sunglasses on? It's June, mom. I'll die."

Carole sighed. "Finn, there's a guy coming to put up a privacy fence next week. After that you can go outside all you want. Maybe we can even get a pool, who knows. But for now, you've just got to lay low. Be patient."

Finn frowned and turned to Santana. "Could you at least send the boys out so I don't implode? Because no offense mom but with just me and you around it's going to get a little boring."

"When I hear that you've settled down and stopped being a flight risk I'll consider it. Until then, I'm flying back at eight and Jesse will be out in a couple days to see how things are. I do pray that God gives you the strength to last a week without your friends." She finished with a roll of her eyes.

"Whatever. I'm going to go unpack.

Rachel and Kurt were on their usual Saturday afternoon date at the Lima Bean. They sipped their coffee in a little booth in the far back corner of the shop, where it was quieter.

"Did I tell you that that house by mine sold?" Kurt said, comfortable enough with Rachel for small-talk not to be awkward.

"Really?" she said with raised eyebrows. "That's been for sale forever."

Kurt shrugged. "It was expensive. Whoever moved in must have some money."

"Did you see them?"

"Yeah, a little. On Thursday an older woman showed up in a moving van. She was doing all the unloading by herself so my dad went over and helped her out a little. He said she was really nice. Then yesterday two people showed up who looked to be about our age. A gangly looking boy and a Latino looking girl. But then yesterday the car left and it still wasn't back this morning. I'm not sure which one of them left."

Rachel nodded politely until something behind Kurt's head caught her eye.

"Oh!" she smiled, "Tina and Artie are here!" She waved them over excitedly.

"Well, Kurt and I have got to go. I need to stop at the grocery store to pick up some things for my dad for dinner, and he's my ride home."

"Okay, well we'll see you guys later!"

Rachel slipped her arm through Kurt's as they walked out into the warm summer air. The conversations flowed easily between the two as they settled themselves into Kurt's Navigator and slipped off to the nearest vegan grocery store.

"Have you ever had an entire vegan meal, Kurt? It's actually very good. And healthy too! For someone who cares about their figure as much as you do, I'm surprised that you aren't at least a vegetarian."

"It's possible to be healthy without being a vegetarian, Rachel."

"You know, back when Noah still thought we should date, he told me that he'd try being a vegetarian for me."

"Noah Puckerman? Not a chance. He lied."

"He could do it if he wanted to."

"But he doesn't want to."

"Can't you park any closer?"

"What's wrong with parking here?"

"It's very sunny out and I could get burnt."

"Rachel Berry, do you even hear what comes out of your mouth, or is there a little shield over your ears?"

"I swear Kurt, if I get skin cancer-"

"Get out of the car, Rachel."

Rachel wandered through the aisles on her own, as Kurt had left to find the bathroom. She told him he shouldn't have drunk so much coffee, but did he listen? No. Does he ever listen? No.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even notice the person standing in her path until she was falling onto her butt on the floor, her groceries scattered around her.

"Excuse me, it might do you well in the future, to watch where you're going." She huffed, as she clambered onto her knees and started setting the items around her back into her basket.

He raised his eyebrows at her from behind his Ray Bans. "I wasn't even moving."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Do you at least have the decency to help me up?" she raised her eyebrows back at him and extended her hand.

He sighed and grabbed her hand, pulling her to her feet.

That's when she got her first good look at him.

She noticed the hooded sweatshirt that it was certainly too warm for, she noticed his towering height and his defined jawline, but most of all, she noticed the large freckle on his left cheek.

"Oh my god." She said breathlessly, "You're Finn Hudson."

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I'll have the next chapter up soon! :)

(Maybe)