A/N: Sorry this took too long. I've had writers block and it's taken forever to me to write ANYTHING, let alone something Glee related. I'm now a high school graduate and I'm now able to write everyday during the summer. During my last year of high school, I became too addicted to instagram. It's like tumblr to me (which I don't use). Anyway, it's great to be back and I hope to continue writing through college. -Emily Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Glee. It belongs to Ryan Murphy and FOX. Les Misérables belongs to Victor Hugo, Claude-Monet Schönberg, and Alain Boubil. The song "We'll Be a Dream" and the title "Say You Like Me" belongs to We the Kings. Chapter Two Say You Like Me Rachel's POV August 11, 2016 Manhattan, NY I wake up to my alarm clock for the fifth time this week, to the same time: 6:30 AM. Sure, I am a morning person, but I'm just a jealous understudy, that's all. The lucky ones, AKA the leads, don't have to be in until noon today and I have to be in by 7:15, to learn both the chorus parts AND the parts for Cosette, considering I'm her understudy. I love working on Broadway, don't get me wrong, but when you were SO CLOSE to being one of the leads, it kind of ruins your mentality. Well, at least I'm close to a lot of my co-stars, except the girl who plays Cosette. I went to NYADA with her, and her and I weren't friends there either. Anyway, I roll out of bed and check my phone to see a text from Finn. Since we ran into each other in a Starbucks a few days ago, we've been talking to each other a lot. He's been catching me up with everything that's happened back in Lima: How he found out the day after he came to New York that Puck ended up in jail for robbing a line of convenience stores from Lima to Akron and is being held in the State Penitentiary and wanted Finn to help him post bail, which he obviously did not do, how Sam emailed him about how he's engaged to this girl he met while in grad school and how him and I both are invited to the wedding, how Brittany is now working as a choreographer at a dance studio in Cleveland, and how Santana is also in Cleveland(no surprise there) and she's going to Cleveland-Marshall College of Law to become a lawyer, which that profession suits her perfectly. He has also told me how he hated every minute of going to OSU and wished to have had better grades while we were at McKinley High. Oh, McKinley. A school filled with wonderful memories of Finn and I; of course those are all memories now. I doubt he has the same feelings for me now that he had years ago. I mean, it's been four years since we've talked to each other and I bet he's had other wonderful girlfriends by now who were a thousand times better than me. But that doesn't mean I can't possibly think about him. Or dream about him. Or possibly wonder if he still remembers the times we had in high school. God I sound like a teenager with a crush. I know you shouldn't rekindle a romance with someone you broke up with, but…this time's different. He was different. Different than any other boy at McKinley. He understood me more than anyone else there. He made me who I am today, and I could not be more grateful for that. I just hope that he could possibly feel the same way about me. Anyway, I look down at my phone and I read the text: "Hey Rach, have fun at rehearsal. I know being understudy's a pain in the ass, but it'll be worth it seeing you on that stage playing Cosette one day :). –Finn" I…I…I can't believe it. He believes in me? Still, to this day? I…I don't know what to say. I decide to text him back, obviously not stating what I really think: "Aw thanks Finn :). Wait, what are you doing up this early anyway? –Rach" Which is the truth. If I know anything about Finn Hudson, it's that he is NOT a morning person. AT ALL. I came to learn that when we were in both New York AND Chicago for Nationals and Finn was THE last person up for breakfast every morning. But, he was a teenage boy back then. Maybe he had changed? I look down at my phone again to see it buzzing. Another text: "Well, surprise surprise Miss Berry, I gotta job. I'm working at Starbucks so, gotta wake up bright early to make macchiatos and frappuchinos for the FRIENDLIEST people in New York. –Finn" I smile. His sense of humor always makes me smile, but the fact that he found a job makes me smile more. And the fact that he still calls me Miss Berry. "Congrats Finn! Save me a chai tea? I'll be there in about 15 minutes –Rach" 15 minutes. Crap. I start rushing to get ready so I can get my tea and go right off to rehearsals. I find something to wear: a cute white shirt I received from Kurt for Christmas senior year (yes I know I'm Jewish, but being around the Hudson-Hummel family back in high school came with receiving gifts for Christmas instead of Hanukkah), one of my signature short skirts, a pair of knee socks, my favorite pair of black flats, and a white beret. Then, I grab my gold star bag, containing all of my sheet music, and my keys, and I head out of the door. Walking from my dinky little apartment that Dad and Daddy bought for me (which I am very grateful for) to the theatre that Les Mis is playing at is a hike. I live on West 36th Street, near the Hudson Yards, ironically. From there to the Imperial Theatre is almost 2 miles, and the only way to get ANYWHERE in New York is to walk. Luckily, the Starbucks Finn works at isn't so far away from the theatre. Ah, the hustle and bustle of New York never seems to surprise me. Sure, it may be 6:50, but the sidewalks and streets are already crowded. Happens every single day. And I've never been lost. I've always known my way through the city, ever since I was a little girl, and Dad and Daddy would take me here to see every production on Broadway. Well, maybe I'm exaggerating there. I reach the Starbucks, finally, to see Finn giving the lovely (sarcasm) people their coffee, with a fake smile. But the second I walked up to the counter, I definitely saw a real smile come out of Finn, and it wasn't his half-smile either (which I love). "One grande chai tea for a Miss Berry?" He hands me my tea, both of us grinning from ear to ear. "Thank you Mr. Hudson. How much do I owe you?" I say while pulling out my star-covered wallet. Have I mentioned that I haven't given up of my obsession with gold stars? "On the house" He says, smiling. God, his smile makes me weak at the knees. "Thank you Finn" I say, trying to hide how I really feel. I still put a $5 bill in the tip jar, and before I walk out, Finn stops me. "Wait, you forgot your receipt," he runs over and gives it to me. I take it, deathly confused to why he gave it to me, but I know I'm gonna be late, so I rush out the door and run to the theatre. Along the way, since it's in my hand, I read the receipt, which isn't a receipt at all. "Dinner tonight, 7:00? Yes or No" it says on it. Finn is so cheesy sometimes, yet I absolutely love it. I walk down 8th Avenue with the biggest smile on my face, and I'm assuming people can see me and think there's something wrong with me. Oh well, that's the least of my problems right now. I reach the theatre, where I know Laurence is waiting for me, with a stern face on. I know I'm late, but it's worth it for seeing Finn again. Right before rehearsal, I know there's something I must do. Before putting it on silent, I text Finn my answer to his little note. Then, I go right into rehearsals. God, I hate rehearsals sometimes. Today, the girl who plays Cosette found my little note from Finn and pestered me about it all rehearsal long. Damn, I thought Cassie St. July was the worst with pestering me about my love life. But no, this girl told the entire cast that "The ugly Jew actually has a date." Did I mention I cannot stand her? I would say something about her to everyone, but I learned the hard way that you can't do that. I returned home and proceeded to check my phone, where I see a text from Finn: "Pick you up at 6:30 then :). –Finn. Ugh, why is he so perfect? I'll be completely honest; I've never stopped loving Finn. Not even after we broke up, or when I went out with…Brody. I still loved Finn. Always have, and always will. I've dreamed of seeing him again and he and I finally get married and start a family together, but of course, I knew it was far from coming true. Maybe now, it will. I decide to take a nap, and dream my dream of Finn again. An hour later, I wake up to notice; it's almost 5:00. Shit. I need to get ready right now. I run to get a shower, and then I stand at my closet, trying to figure out what to wear. The last time Finn and I had a date in New York was our junior year when he was trying to get us back together. I was wearing light blue, and I still remember his face when I walked over the bridge in Central Park. Maybe I should wear blue, but what if I don't look right in blue? Oh the struggles of being a woman. I found a dark blue dress I haven't worn yet, that I absolutely love, and I grab a pair of black heels and start working on my hair. By the time I finish, there's a knock on my door. God, I'm getting butterflies in my stomach already. I open the door to see Finn, dressed to the nines, holding a bouquet of my favorite flowers, pink roses. From the smile in his face and the twinkle in his eyes, he's in amazement. "Well well, I was expecting my date, not James Bond" I say, while chuckling. He starts to laugh "Ha ha. Very Funny Rach." He looks down at me, still in amazement, and gives me the bouquet. "I know these are still your favorite". He knows me too well, it's like we never broke up. "Thank you Finn," I say while smelling them. "Let me put these in a vase and we'll get out of here" I say, walking back into my apartment, with the biggest smile ever. God, I love Finn. I absolutely love him. I just hope he still loves me the way I love him. Coming home from our date, I rest my head on his shoulder inside the taxi, his arm around me. It was the best date I've had in so long. Of course, we both went to my favorite restaurant, Sardis. We talked over drinks and dinner, and we both went to get dessert at Junior's. Then, we took a walk around Central Park. It was just, perfect. We talked about what has changed of us while we were apart and about the good ol' days back at McKinley. It felt like absolutely nothing had changed between us. We got back to my apartment, and I just, didn't want the night to end. "Thank you so much Finn, I really haven't been out in so long, and it was great that my first time out was with you" I say, looking up at him with the world's largest smile on my face. God, I must look like a stalker, or that "Crazy Obsessed Girlfriend" girl. "You're very welcome Rach" he says, pulling me into a hug. He's just perfect. I…I wish I could just pull him down to me and finally lock lips with him for the first time in years, but I don't know if that's what he wants. I know we shouldn't rush back into a relationship that was ruined, but who am I kidding? I can't resist. Then, I hear him whisper into my ear "Y'know, I never stopped thinking about you." I pull away from the hug, looking up at him, just, in love. He puts his hand on my cheek, kneels down and we kiss. It was like nothing ever changed. I still felt the fireworks I felt when we were still together. It's like the world didn't matter anymore, that we were the only two that mattered in the world. We pull apart, while my heart was aching for more. "I love you Rachel" he says to me, running his hand through my hair. Tears started pouring from my eyes. "I love you too Finn" I tell him, my hand on his cheek. He pulls down to me and we continue kissing. It was like nothing ever changed…