Perfect Fit: Other Half

He isn't smart. Nobody has to spell that out for him, people don't call him dumb but they sugar-coat words like slow and unfocused. He doesn't always pay attention to class but right now he's sitting through a philosophy lesson.

Out of a chance encounter he catches the bald man with the spectacles taking about some guy called Plato. He thought that was a planet... Anyway, so this Plato guy came up with this theory or statement about how the human race is incomplete, that we are actually born as a half and we wait our whole life waiting for the other half, our soul-mate to make us whole.

That doesn't make sense, right? I mean, we can't be born as incomplete because then how would we find ourselves? And what if you never find your half or your soul mate, does that mean you wander around as half a person forever? He doesn't understand a lot of things, but he understands emotions, people and he understands instinct.

So when this petite little girl walks into the room, with this effervescent glow and a blinding mega watt smile, he can't help but think maybe it's her. She has this strange effect on him, his heart beats a mile a minute and everything just disappears, like a star in galaxy shining bright or a singer in the stage, she just fits into his world too perfectly. He knows then, he won't be alone forever, he won't be the goofy slow jock or the friendly giant everyone calls him. She makes him see things different, it's like she has these special lenses into the world and she believe he has a future before he can survive the present.

He can't help himself. He is completely and utterly captivated by this strange odd little person. She dresses like a pre schoolers and she talks like a genius with million dollar words he can't understand. But when she's here it's like he zones out and her voices drowns out all the noise, they stay in still motion, just them. He wants to know how this Plato guy figures out the other half is meant for the incomplete person.

Up until then, his world was sports and classic rock, drinking until late hours and sharing war wounds with Puck who calls himself the sex shark, hearing hi goon about all the girls he's had. His mind wanders off about this brunette with the tan legs, a voice of an angel and words he doesn't understand. She's smart and talented; she sure as hell is not going to be anchored with a Lima loser, like him. She's going to get out of here so why would she even have any interest in a dumb jock like him? Rachel is a diamond in the rough, the gold in the sand and the pebbles in the water. Finn Hudson is the grass to soil. He doesn't deserve her.

It takes him almost three months until they even exchange words. They're lumbered together for a science project, she has that concentrated focus on her cute little face, he's smirking down at her as she scribbles away notes he doesn't understand. He's caught off guard when she looks up at him, almost annoyed.

'Are you going to do any work at all? Because that's fine, I'll do the assignment and I'll just out your name on it. I know how jocks work. So you can just sit pretty and stare. Go ahead, stare at the freak show.'

He can't help but chuckle a little at her ramble. 'I don't really get it'. She rolls her eyes.

That's when he knows he's in trouble.

They're in the library. He doesn't know what or who has taken over his body but he feels like a pod. He doesn't go to the library; he's never stepped huge foot in this place. She's seated right opposite him, totally ignoring him while he stares at her intently, watching her scribbles away again. It's quiet for almost an eternity before he hears the tearing of paper.

'This is your list.'

Now he's confused. A list of what? For what exactly?

'Uh...' Something about this girl, her intensity and her bossiness makes him really nervous, so nervous he loses words and can't speak or summon a sentence.

'List of demands. I do the assignment for you. This is what you have to do for me.'

His eyes scan the paper, her cursive handwriting just as pretty as her. He smiles a little. She's drawn a star next to her name. She's so girly and cute, it makes him giggle.

Her eyes look at him expectantly.

'Wait...you're going to do my work for me? That's real nice of you and all but Mr Simmons kind of knows my record and I'm not really good at science so I'm guessing you're top of the class. I don't want to give in work which is you...not mine. I'd get caught and I don't want you to get into trouble. I'll do my part, just give me the easy tasks or something, I'll contribute.'

He doesn't know what he's said to offend her but her face moulds into a scowl then.

'Seriously?'

'Err...' And here comes more stuttering. Man she's scary for someone who's so freaking tiny.

'You want to get credit for this work by actually doing the work?'

'No... I don't...I don't know. Uh...don't you want me to?'

Her veins are popping up and her cheeks are flushed, her eyes tired. He figures she's one of those burnouts. He barely sees her around, she's probably holed up in this dusty place most of them when she's not bossing people around about the school play and dictating the drama clubs and whatnot. They call her the Drama Nazi cos she's all hyped up on stardom.

'Okay. Fine. But you better be serious. No slacking.'

'S-sure.'

She's scribbles out a whole new list now and tears it up for him.

'The rules.'

This is going to be a nightmare.