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Finn wasn't a freak.

He prided himself on being one of the most sane in his group, which is why he felt extremely silly holding a glass up to his wall and pressing his ear to it in order to better hear the angel on the other side sing. It was incredibly weird, invasive even, but he just couldn't pull himself away from the glorious tones that poured through.

If any of his friends could see him right now he'd never hear the end of it. He was supposed to be this big rock star now, a stud running out with his friends hooking up with any girl he wanted. But all he really wanted to do was sit right there, listening to the pure, captivating sound mere feet away from him and fantasize about the girl behind it. If he were like Puck, he would walk right over there, knock on her door and find out for himself, but he just couldn't bring himself to do so. He would never admit it aloud, but he was kind of terrified. What would he say, "hey, I've been stalking you from right next door through the wall the last few nights, you have an amazing voice. Wanna get some coffee?" Somehow he didn't think that was the best way to hook a girl.

Finn knew all too well what it was like to be approached by a crazy person who was obsessed with you. He'd become kind of desensitized to it after the first few months of touring and all. Women tossed themselves at him left and right and sometimes in the weirdest over the top ways, and while it had been overwhelming at first, he soon came to see the flattery in it. He knew that they weren't actually crazy deep down, hell, he would probably freak out if he ever met Robert Downey Jr. in real life, so he could kind of understand. Fact is, if he happened to walk out of this room at the same time as the mystery goddess next door, and she was as beautiful as her voice, he would probably dissolve into crazy fanboy status too.

The thought struck him just how possible that scenario was, and Finn quickly forced himself to put down his glass, rushing over to his mirror to check his appearance. Exhausted, he had taken a long hot shower as soon as he got to his hotel, remaining in only his boxers for bed. Thankfully it had been his turn to sit out of the meet and greet section after the show, giving him time to run out to the tour bus to collect himself and ready things before he could head off to the hotel. His bodyguard actually told him just as he was leaving that some fan had crept out to the tour bus looking for him while he was there. It was a little strange knowing that they had gotten so close, but he shrugged it off; it wasn't the first nor the last time a fan would do that.

Shaking his head of the errant thoughts Finn rushed over to his closet, snatching up a descent looking shirt and pair of pants to throw on. If he was going to stage a run in with the mystery girl next door, he was going to look good. He wondered if she would know him or recognize him at all, it would certainly make things easier if she did. Then again, either way, a dude you've never met casually sitting outside your room probably wouldn't look to good no matter who he was.

Finn was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't notice that the voice was no longer bleeding through the wall. It only caught his attention when he heard a rapt knock on his door.

"Oh my God" he whispered, freezing in his place as he stared at the door. His head swiveled between it and his door, his brain putting two and two together. Could it be?

"Jus, just a second" he choked, smoothing down his shirt and running a hand back through his hair. What the hell was wrong with him? He was acting like a fourteen year old girl.

Finn squared his shoulders, shaking his head to clear his ridiculous behavior and took a deep breath before swinging his door wide open. He couldn't help the disappointment that settled into his bones when his eyes landed on Puck, pushing his way into his room.

"Good, you're ready to go. I was scared I was going to have to wrestle you out of here" he said, patting Finn on the shoulder and tugging down on his baseball cap. At least he had the good sense to come slightly disguised.

"What? No, I was just uh, about to shower and go to bed" Finn told him, shutting the door quietly as he tried to ignore Puck's disbelieving stare.

Finn had been broken down and told his friends about the girl next door the day after he'd first heard her voice. She'd been stuck in the front of his mind ever since, and it wasn't long before they started noticing him daydreaming throughout the day.

"Bullshit. You were creeping on that chick again, weren't you" Puck said, narrowing his eyes before approaching the closest wall. It wasn't actually even the right side, but Finn wasn't about to correct him.

"Dude, I'm just really tired. That was a big show we did tonight, I need to wind down."

"You need to be winding back up with your boys Finnessa! We're only in the city for another day, we gave an awesome show and we want to celebrate" he whined, as Finn avoided eye contact, giving an exaggerated yawn. "Come on bro, we haven't all been out together in a while, we even got Blaine to come! You can be weird and have your freaky little love connection with her" he punctuated, giving a slight tap to the wall, "the girl you're to afraid to even make a move on, later. It's boys night."

Finn frowned at the end of the speech, knowing that his best friend had a point. They continued their loaded stare until Finn finally surrendered with a small groan. He walked over to his bedside table to retrieve his keys, wallet, and his own cap, ignoring Puck pumping his fist in victory. "Fine, let's go. But I'm not staying out with you guys all night, some of us actually like sleep."

"Damn that was easy" Puck grinned, wrapping an arm around Finn's shoulders as they exited the room.

Finn chuckled, rolling his eyes as they passed by the room next door. In spite of himself, he couldn't resist staring at it as he passed, wishing that she might walk out.


"Whoooo!" Puck cheered from his seat, his eyes glued to the leggy dancer in front of him, her exposed breasts just inches from his face.

Finn shook his head with a low chuckle, watching as the woman moved in front of him, her movements becoming even more pronounced with every bill Puck tucked into her underwear.

He had no idea that the 'Sugar Shack' Sam and Puck had been so excited about was indeed a strip club, but he wasn't surprised. They made it sort of a thing to hit up at least one strip joint in every city they went to; he thought they might be making a list on which cities had the hottest girls. He didn't mind all that much, a woman's body was nothing new to him, he could certainly enjoy it, and their security always manned the front so no 'crazies' could get in. So he sat back, took slow swigs off of his beer and took in his surroundings. Puck of course was wrapped up in every dancer that came his way, blowing any and all the cash in his pocket between them and his beers. Sam and Blaine on the other hand, were by the bar. Blaine appeared to be immensely interested in something on his telephone, while Sam chatted up the pretty bartender. They all seemed to be in their own little worlds.

So much for boys night.

He could be sitting in the comfort of his hotel room, away from the smell of smoke and liquor, wrapped up in the velvet that was her voice. His thoughts of course rushed straight back to his neighbor, and he barely realized that a dancer had approached him as his mind wandered. The blonde girl swiveled her barely contained hips right in front of him, but he could hardly focus on her body. Instead, his eyes moved to her face, taking in the details for the first time. She was a fairly pretty girl baring a hard expression, with pale skin, and angular features. He couldn't imagine the angelic voice that filtered into his mind uninvited coming from those lips, and he was immediately even less interested in the girl in front of him. With a low groan, he sat up from his seat and took off towards the bathroom.

It wasn't the cleanest bathroom he'd ever been in, but it wasn't the dirtiest either. He walked into one of the stalls, locked the door and took a seat, pulling out his cell phone. There was no one in particular that he wanted to call or text, he just needed a distraction from the irrational thoughts that plagued his mind. It was still swirling with thoughts of the voice, and the alcohol in his system was only strengthening his irrational desire to rush to the hotel, knock on her door, and beg her to sing him to sleep in person. He knew that would be the opposite of helpful though, so with a resigned sigh he started to flip through his apps until he found 'don't tap the white tiles' and attempted to beat his high score.


When Finn finally came out of the restroom, he was met with the amused stares of quite a few people. Confused, he made his way over to where Puck was sitting, talking animatedly with Frank, Sam and a now interested looking Blaine.

"What's up guys?"

"You missed it dude" Puck said, still laughing with the other men.

"What?"

"Some crazy chick just showed up trying to get in here. She was calling your name and shit, you didn't hear her? Finn, Finn! I'm your biggest fan, please let me in" Puck mimicked in an unflattering high pitched tone.

Finn only shook his head as he plopped down in his seat.

"She was almost wrestling Frank trying to get in here. I gotta give it to her, to be such a tiny thing she seemed strong, and quick" Puck said as Frank nodded with a rumbling chuckle.

"So you saw her?"

"Yeah. When I heard her I went over to check her out and see if the hot outweighed the crazy cause ya know, you're my boy. She was sneaky hot that one, I'll give her that, but her rack was lacking." Frank again nodded firmly along with Puck, and he released a small chuckle at their antics.

"It was the same girl I told you about from the bus earlier. She's a little firecracker that one, Berry something, or something Berry."

"Batshit Berry" Puck offered, grinning as the rest of them started to laugh at his title for the girl.

"Do you really think she's a psycho" Blaine asked, his attention focused on the new drama.

"Nah, she's harmless really. Well, unless your a young girl with a bag of popcorn." The four boys shared a confused look, but Frank just chuckled and waved his hand in dismissal. "Regardless, I warned her early on that if she got out of line again I was going to have to ban her, so after tonight I was left with no choice."

"She can't come to any more shows" Sam asked.

"No, she can come to the show tomorrow, she pleaded for that, but she's restricted from the meet and greet afterwards. She'll have to be refunded for her ticket, but it had to be done."

The boys all nodded at Frank's words, and just like that the issue was dropped. "You boys enjoy the rest of your evening, let us know when you're ready to head out."

"Alright" they called in unison.

"So, ya think Batshit Berry ruined your chances with any of the dancers, or you ready to take a go at it" Puck asked, eying the topless women throughout the room.

"That's not cool dude, you don't even know her" Finn defended weakly. He wasn't sure why he felt the need to defend the crazy girl stalking him, maybe because of the insane, obsessive crush he was harboring on his own neighbor that he hoped to press his ear to the wall and hear from soon. He could kind of sympathize with the poor girl, whoever she was, but ya know, from a distance.

"Hey, she made her bed she has to lay in it. Course you could still track her down and lay in it with her, she was sneaky hot. Actually, the more I think about her the hotter I remember her."

Finn simply rolled his eyes, quickly deciding that the best way to ignore his best friends rambling was by distraction. "I'll be surprised if you remember any of this tomorrow, slow down on that whiskey" he chuckled, nodding towards the glass in Puck's hand.

"Not all of us are pansy asses when it comes to holding liquor" he shot back, ignoring Finn as his eyes continued to survey the room. "Dibs" Puck declared seconds later, his eyes locked on the sultry Latina dancing in the corner. "You coming with? Maybe she has a friend."

"Nah dude, you go ahead, I'll take one for the team" Finn supplied with a nod, more than happy that his friend would be distracted so he could finally return to his hotel where the one girl he was interested in should be. He watched happily as Puck took off towards the girl, plopping down in the seat nearest to her so she could begin a new dance.

After making sure that Puck could ride home with Blaine and Sam, Finn rushed out to his car to make his way back to his hotel, praying that the girl wouldn't be asleep by now; he'd become familiar with her sleeping habits, but only because they usually went to bed around the same time and this was a lot later than usual. Finn ignored how creepy that sounded in even his own head, distracting himself with the realization that he truly knew nothing about this girl. He longed to know more about her; what she looked like, her favorite things, where she learned to sing, what she liked to do in her spare time other than capture men under the spell of her angelic voice. He might not be close to knowing any of those things now, but eying the short man standing at the desk of the lobby he realized there was one detail he could find out that might set him on that path.

"Hi! excuse me" Finn called, drawing himself to his full height as he hurriedly approached the front desk.

"Yes sir, how may I help you" the clean cut, sandy haired man asked, smiling patiently at him.

"I just had a um, question. About the uh, the people here."

"Is there any way you could clarify for me sir, I'm afraid I'm not following."

Finn rubbed the back of his neck as the other man stared at him critically, as if he were some crazy drunk who just showed up any hour of the night making ridiculous demands or something. Cringing inwardly at the realization that was in fact kind of what he was doing, he shook his head and continued. He'd come too far to turn back now.

"I'm staying in room 932. I was wondering if you could maybe, possibly, um tell me the name of my neighbor in 931."

"What is your reason for this request sir? Do you have a problem, a noise complaint? We could-"

"No!" Finn almost yelled, terrified of the thought that they would make her stop singing, or worse, move her! "No, no it's nothing like that. I just, I wanted to know her name for..." Finn paused, straining his brain to think of a legitimate sounding excuse as the man stared at him with a raised brow. "Look it's just really important okay" he begged, clapping both hands on the counter before him in desperation.

"Her?"

"Um, well yeah.." Finn whispered, looking down at the counter to avoid the man's judgmental stare.

"Well, I'm sorry sir, but it's against hotel policy to disclose that information. If there's nothing else I can help you with, goodnight."

Finn's lips pressed together tightly as he leveled the frowning smaller man. He was taking this all the wrong way; Finn was no creeper or pervert, he just wanted to know the girls name so he could type it into Instagram, or Facebook, or Google or something and find out what she looked like and get a sense of her personality without having to resort to waiting outside her room like some weirdo!

How was this dude not seeing that?

Finn was losing patience with the judgmental little man when the light bulb finally went off. Of course this man wouldn't help him out, he obviously hadn't recognized who he was. Finn quickly looked around to make sure there was no one else in the lobby before removing his ball cap and sunglasses. He ran a hand back through his air propped his elbow up on the counter. A barely there look of recognition crossed the man's face as Finn mimicked his patient smile from earlier.

"I don't know if you recognize me. I'm Finn Hudson, drummer for the McKinley Boys" he announced proudly, using his best 'I'm a rock star give me what I want' attitude that Puck used so often. "Now that we're better acquainted, Ted, he added, looking at the man's name tag, "I'm sure you can help me out, right buddy?"

"I can help you to our Security's holding room if you continue to be a problem Mr. Hudson" he said, shooting Finn a smirk of his own. "I'm not stupid. I see enough of you rockstars sneaking around, I know what you're like, how you treat women. I have half a mind to change your room assignment from whoever that poor girl is."

"What?! No! I wouldn't, I don't-" Finn sputtered wildly as his plan backfired in his face.

"I don't need to hear it sir. I will most certainly not be supplying the information you've requested, and I must insist that you not bother your neighbor or I will call security. Now, goodnight" the small man said dismissively, his lip curling up in disgust as he eyed Finn while his hand remained on the telephone. Some part of his mind registered that he could take the little guy, but he knew that it would be more harmful than helpful. He only had one night left in this hotel, he wasn't going to spend it in a holding cell away from the girl and her voice.

Finn raised his hand in surrender before pulling back on his hat and shades, then trudged off to his room. Tonight had been a massive failure. With a large frown he stripped down to his underwear and fell into the soft sheets and plush material of the mattress. He buried himself in the sheet and rolled over onto his side, a now ritual as he waited for the melodic voice to flow through the other side of the wall.

He heard nothing.

Finn closed his eyes and strained his ears to better focus in on the room. He waited, and waited, and waited, nothing. His anxiety started to peak, and soon he was up on his knees, the whole side of his face pressed flat against the wall as he listened. Could she be gone? Had the front desk called her and warned her about her freaky neighbor? He sank down onto his back, rubbing the sides of his face roughly as he squeezed his eyes shut. He just felt so empty all of a sudden without her voice there, her presence.

Knowing there was nothing he could do, Finn slung the pillow over his face to stifle his groan and attempted to forget about the girl. He had been sleeping fine his whole life up until now, he would be fine.

He wasn't.

Finn tossed and turned for hours, rustling his sheets around and getting tangled in them repeatedly. It took a while, but when he finally fell into a fitful sleep, his dreams filled with the memory of the melodic voice that he would likely never hear again.

Where is Rachel? Did they miss their chance?! Stay Tuned! Thank you for reading!