A Finchel Story-You, Me And Love

Chapter 3-Duets

I'm walking out of the classroom after my very first Glee club practice, when I hear Finn's voice calling after me. During my entire performance of Don't Rain on my Parade, I couldn't keep my eyes off him, although I tried to look at everyone else, his eyes were constantly on me and I couldn't help staring back.

"Rachel, wait up!" he yells.

I turn around. "Oh, hey, Finn," I say, smiling as he reaches me. "What's up?"

"I-I just wanted to say you're a really great singer," he says, smirking. I blush and say thanks. "You nailed your audition. I knew you were going to get in the minute you opened your mouth. Why didn't you tell us you were such an awesome singer? We really needed that kind of talent in Glee club, and now we have it!"

I laugh. "Thank you, Finn. I'm sure you are just as good a singer as I am."

Finn scoffs, shaking his head. "Definitely not, no one is as talented as you," he moves uncomfortably in his letterman jacket. I blush even more, looking down at my feet. I'm sure if I looked into his eyes now I'd melt. "Do you maybe want to go out sometime?"

I keep myself from gasping. "I'm sorry?"

Finn sighs. "Do you wanna go out sometime...w-w-with me?"

I can see he's totally nervous. I glance around, checking that this isn't a joke, but I ask just in case. "Is this a joke? Are you kidding? Is someone going to come and throw pigs blood on me now like in Carrie?"

"What?" Finn asks, frowning. "Of course this isn't a joke. I actually want to go on a date with you, Rachel! I can't believe you'd think I would do that." Instantly, I notice he's hurt. He starts backing away from me, but I don't walk forward as I realise he probably wants to be alone.

"I'm so sorry, Finn, you j-just seemed like that kind of 'jerk jock' guy," I immediately take back what I said as I can see the insult stings. "I mean...no, that didn't sound so mean in my head. Sorry, Finn."

"Stop talking, Rachel," he says. "I'm gonna leave."

"No, Finn, please stay, I'd love to go out on a date with you, please!"

"It's too late now," he says, rolling his eyes. "Don't talk to me for the rest of the week."

"Wait, Finn!" I call after him as he walks away.

"Leave me alone!" he shouts. "I just need time to think." And he closes the door behind him.

-THE NEXT DAY-

I obey Finn's orders to stay away from him all day, until Glee club.

Mr Schuester told everyone that the next Monday; everyone would be performing a duet with someone else in the group. He put all our names in a hat and Mike was the first to chose.

"Tina!" he said, smiling.

"Alright, Mercedes, you can go next," Mr Schue says.

Mercedes reaches in and pulls out a name, smiling at it. "Artie!"

Santana goes next. I know she's secretly hoping that she gets Puck, but I can't tell by the look on her face when she pulls it out that what she hoped wrong. "Ugh...Brittany."

Brittany sighs.

"Um...okay, Quinn," says Mr Schuester, pointing at her.

"Puck!" she exclaims.

Santana glares at Quinn as she moves back to her seat.

"Blaine."

"Yay! Kurt," says Blaine, smiling widely.

"Oh no," I mutter.

"Alright, Rachel and Finn I guess that means you two will have be together, is that okay?"

Finn doesn't answer.

"Yes, Mr Schue, th-that's fine," I say. I glance at Santana who just rolls her eyes at me.

"You are so lucky," she says.

I smile. "I know."

"Okay, everybody go to a different part of the room together and talk a bit, get to know each other if you don't already, and if we have time you might be able to find a song," Mr Schue instructs.

Everyone stands up and walks over to their partner's, but Santana, Finn and I stay seated. In a couple of minutes, Brittany figures out that Santana isn't going to move and comes over to us.

"Hey...so, um, which one of you is Santana?" she asks, vaguely.

I point to my left. "She is."

"Oh, right. Do I like know you from somewhere?" she says, giggling. I'm not sure if she's joking as we've never talked before.

"Uh, yea," Santana replies, a look of anger in her eyes.

Brittany frowns. "Where?"

"Um...oh, how about this?! We used to be best friends until early last year when you ditched to go and play with your new little friend, Quinn," she says, scowling.

"No, I don't think that's it," says the blonde. She shrugs. She has to be joking, this is insane. "Oh well, c'mon, we better start practicing because I have to leave exactly when the bell goes to take my cat, Lord Tubbington, to get more nicotine patches."

She walks off, expecting Santana to follow her, to the other side of the room. Santana stands up, sighing and crossing her arms.

"Take a good look at my face, Rach, because I might not be coming back from this hell," she says. She walks off reluctantly towards Brittany.

I decide Mr Schue is bound to come over and ask Finn and me why we aren't talking and what's going on, so I stand up and walk over to him.

"Look, I know you are still pissed at me, but can we just put that aside right now?" I ask.

He doesn't answer, doesn't even take his eyes off the ground.

I sigh and sit down next to him. "Finn, I don't want to be paired with you any more than you do with me. I already said I'm sorry, what else do you want me to do?"

"I told you I just need time to think," he replies, finally turning towards me and locking his eyes with mine.

"Well, how long are you going to be?" I sit back in my chair, swinging my right leg over my other one and sighing. "Because I've got aaall day."

Finn looks back at me, frowning. "I just can't believe you would think I would do that," he says. I glance behind him, noticing Quinn is staring at us with steely, jealous eyes. I suddenly realise why I thought that about Finn.

"I only thought you'd do that because you'd just got out of a relationship with the pretty, blonde head cheerleader and I really didn't think the first thing you'd want to do is go on a date with me."

"Why not?" he asks, turning his body fully so he's facing me.

"Becauseyou can have any girl in this school," tears sting the back of my eyes as I say it. "And there are so many prettier g-girls than me here."

"I don't think so," Finn says kindly, smiling. "I think you're the prettiest one."

I'm sure I stop breathing. Hundreds of girls at this school, and Finn Hudson thinks I'm the prettiest. I blush. "Well..." I sigh.

"Hey, how are you guys going?" Mr Schue snaps me back into reality.

I smile at Finn and he grins back. "We're doing great," he says.

"Awesome, I'm glad you guys are partners. Don't tell them I said this, but I really think you two are the strongest people in this club," Mr Schue says. Finn and I laugh. "So, have you figured which song you are going to perform?"

I shake my head. "Not yet."

The bell rings then and Mr Schue walks to the front of the classroom.

"I gotta go," Brittany says. She runs out, without permission, but Mr Schuester doesn't stop her. Santana looks at me and we both laugh.

"Alright, everyone please be seated again," Mr Schue from the front of the room. "I'm glad all of you are happy with your pairs, keep working on finding the perfect song and make sure you're ready to perform it on Monday. Okay, you're all dismissed."

I look over to Finn.

"Can I call you tonight?" Finn asks, raising his eyebrows.

I nod. "Yea, of course."

Finn smiles. "Great."

I watch him walk out. After a few minutes, I notice everyone is gone and I'm the only one sitting there while Mr Schue frowns at me suspiciously. Embarrassed, I get up, thank Mr Schuester and walk out into the hall. I see Santana leaning on her locker, reading a book.

"Hey," I say as I walk up to her. "What are you doing here?"

"Reading," she says shortly.

"I can see that," I smile. "How did it go with Brittany?"

Santana sighs. "Do you know what it's like to lose someone, then want them back, but you can't have them?"

"Yea...yea, I do."

"Well, it was like that. But worse. Every moment of it was pain. I never realised how funny and beautiful she is, or how much I miss her. Quinn changed her, but when she's not around that blonde bitch, she's amazing," Santana explains. I can see she's about to cry.

I put my books on the floor and pull her into my arms. After a minute, I feel a few tears drip onto the shoulder of my shirt.

"It's okay," I say. We pull away from the hug and I look at you, wiping away a tear as it rolls down her cheek. "I mean, who knows...maybe if you talk to Brittany, you guys will make friends again."

Santana shrugs. "I don't think so, Quinn wouldn't allow it."

"Fuck Quinn! At the end of your high school experience, Quinn won't matter!" I encourage. "Think about how happy you were when you were friends with Brittany. Just...pinkie promise me if you guys become friends, you won't forget me."

"I promise," Santana says, smiling and linking her pinkie with me.

I hug her one more time before saying goodbye and walking home.

When I get home, I sit on my bed and start on my homework. After two minutes, I'm staring at my phone, waiting for Finn to call.

Half an hour later, I'm still in the same position staring at my silent phone.

Twenty minutes later, it lights up and my ringtone fills up the room.


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