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The Fourth Hour

The mood in the lift had dramatically changed since Finn had agreed to join the club. Rachel was now smiling and laughing with him as if they were both equals. They were getting along as if they weren't from the loser Glee club and the legendary football team. They were getting along like he wasn't expected to throw a slushie in her face every day of the school term.

It had been nearly four hours trapped inside lift and Rachel wanted out! Although Finn had tried his best to keep her occupied, Rachel was still panicking slightly. After almost four hours in a lift their bladders weren't going to hold out much longer either. Rachel shuddered and whimpered and Finn was by her side again. "Thank you," she managed to say to the boy sitting next to her against the wall.

"It's okay. I don't mind. I like being near you," Finn replied.

"Thank you again,"

"Really don't mention it. You're cute when you're scared," Finn looked at Rachel who was a bit stunned. How could anyone think Rachel Berry was cute? Rachel thought it impossible. She just stared back at Finn with an expression that made her look like a retarded puppy. Finn laughed. "You okay, Rach?"

"Uh, sorry, yeah, I'm fine. It's just no one's really called me anything like that before. And I think you've done it twice now in three and a half hours. Thanks,"

Finn smiled widely at her. He wondered why Rachel was so surprised at this comment. She was pretty and cute and maybe even beautiful. She was smart, funny and easy to get along with. She was his dream girl, even if she hadn't figured it out yet. How many hints did he have to drop before she got point?

Rachel looked at his adorable face smiling down at her and was amazed at how she managed to acquire these feelings in only three and a half hours. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. She wasn't supposed to fall for someone in high school because people would use and exploit her. Jesse had made that terribly clear when he spread those rumours around the school. But now this boy had come and swept her off her feet and there was nothing she could about it.

"That's okay, Rachey. If you don't mind me asking, why are you so insecure about those things?"

"It's a long story," Rachel tried to avoid the question but the look on Finn's face suggested that she wasn't about to get out of it with that excuse.

"It's not as if there's a lack of time," he said.

"A few years ago I was in a relationship with a guy. He was a real asshole to put it straight forward. He dated me but he never called me cute or pretty or beautiful. He never told me he loved me. No matter how much I told him that I loved him. When he broke up with me he said that he never loved me and he never thought I was pretty or beautiful or cute and he told me that everyone would think the same as him. He crushed my self confidence and my spirit and I believed him. I didn't at first but then he started to text me, sending those horrible messages and I began to believe him. I believed him. I still believe him. I don't trust myself to trust others. I'm scared,"

"Who was this guy?"

"Jesse St. James. He spread those rumours. He's the reason people think I'm a bigger slut then Santana! I don't trust myself anymore, Finn. I'm broken,"

Finn didn't say anything. He just scooted closer to her and placed his arms around her. That was all she needed. She just needed someone to hold her or tell her it wasn't her fault, that none of it was her fault.

"It's not your fault,"

And there it was. Rachel felt relieved. She felt like she could almost trust again. Almost. Maybe she could just trust him. Finn looked down at Rachel and saw the fear disappear from her eyes and a small, weak smile spread across her face. He was proud of himself for making this sweet, sweet girl smile.

"I like you Rachel, like really like you. Like I've never felt like this before, not even when I was dating Quinn. Quinn was cool yes, but you're something amazing. You're someone that should be held on to,"

"I like you too,"

"But do you like me like that? I need to know. I know it's been four hours but I can't help. Something happened to me today. I wish I could stop it but I can't,"

Before Rachel could answer the lift doors were forced open and a search and rescue team were ushering the two teens out of the lift and towards a set of paramedics at the end of the corridor. The paramedics were fussing over them like they'd been trapped for days, forcing food and water down their throats. Finn and Rachel both sighed in exasperation, insisting that they were fine.

After the paramedics had finished their once over, Finn and Rachel were greeted by some very, very worried parents. Rachel's dad was there to pick her up and he looked flustered and worry lines creased his forehead. He asked Rachel how she dealt with the small space for so long and she reassured him by saying she had help and she smiled at Finn. Finn's mother was less worried. She knew that Finn was strong and she was just glad that he would be home in time for dinner. Worry lines still creased her forehead and Finn could tell that the calm composure was just a cover.

As Rachel and Finn passed each other on the way out, Rachel had just enough time to answer Finn's question. "Yes, yes I like you like that." She then skipped off to her car. She looked back once and Finn smiled that gorgeous half smile that made her weak at the knees.

And for the fourth time that day, Rachel forgot all her fears.

So, I don't know if I should finish it here or write another, final chapter. Let me know guys. This end doesn't really end. Do you want a proper end? Review and let me know! I'm leaving it in your hands. :)