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"Love doesn't make the world go round, love is what makes the ride worthwhile." - Elizabeth Browning

Finn couldn't sleep.

He tried everything – counting backwards, forwards, Beatles' songs. He watched TV (six episodes of Family Guy, to be exact), did a hundred push-ups, hummed himself a lullaby. He even snuck downstairs to heat up some warm milk like his mom used to do when he was younger, but then he realized he had no clue where she hid the pots and the milk carton wouldn't fit in the toaster oven. Someone up there just didn't want him to sleep.

It wouldn't be so bad if he didn't feel so damn guilty. Katie hadn't been the same all night, and every time he tried to lighten the mood she just gave him this look – like, "I know heard what you said, and it was mean." – Yeah, he knew. He heard it too. And he couldn't feel any worse about it.

It shouldn't have bothered him that much. Really, that Rachel girl was pretty mean to him too; he was just evening the playing field. But he guessed girls got more right to be mean than guys did. That didn't really seem all that fair, but then again, Finn knew from past experience that guys always seemed to get the short end of the stick, so he probably shouldn't argue it. Plus, girls always won anyway.

Trudging back into the living room to watch his seventh episode of Family Guy, Finn noticed his mom strewn out across the couch, still in her scrubs from work. He frowned to himself; she'd been working so hard since Finn could even remember. After all, she took on another mouth to feed when Katie came along, and with Finn, let's face it, it was practically like she had two already. Finn made a mental note to start looking for another summer job besides coaching Katie. Then he made another one not to forget that one – he had the worst memory.

The clock read 3:46 and Finn knew it was pointless to get his mom up to bed. She only had a few more hours 'til she had to be back at the hospital, so he might as well just let her sleep. Reaching around her for the blanket behind the couch, he carefully placed it over her frame and placed a small kiss on her forehead. He hoped she knew he loved her, even though he never said it. He was a teenage guy, after all.

Five minutes passed when he realized he still couldn't sleep. What was it going to take to make his head shut up? Then he remembered what he'd done the last time this happened – it was six months ago when Katie got rushed to the hospital with a nasty case of the flu, and his mom wouldn't let him stay with her 'cause he had school the next day. Sleeping was hardly an option, so instead Finn jumped on his bike and just rode around 'til he wound up at the park. He could remember getting up on the jungle gym, his long legs practically touching the ground from the highest bar, and just sitting. It was hours before he finally felt like leaving, and though he hadn't slept a wink anyway, he felt a little bit better.

Making sure that his mom was still knocked out, Finn slowly opened the closet to grab his shoes and quietly tiptoed toward the door, not breathing until he heard the lock click. His mom definitely wouldn't be too thrilled that he was sneaking out past curfew.

Whoops.

-FFFFFFF-

He knew he and Puck were friends for a reason.

Checking around first, just to make sure there weren't any homeless dudes spying on him or something, Finn reached up to grab the key hidden behind the doorframe. Besides getting to spend time with Katie, one of the other perks of being Head Coach was total access to the park's Field House. Puck went ballistic when he found out Finn got a key and everything; now they'd have their very own man cave. Finn didn't see anything so great about it at first, until Puck had proposed hoarding the stash in there. Then he thought it was pretty awesome.

Creeping in stealthily – he felt kind of like James Bond, awesome – Finn grabbed the dark blue backpack from underneath the broken floorboard, noticing it felt a little lighter than last time. Damn it, Puckerman. He quickly hid the evidence and snuck back out, smiling happily as he jumped up on the roof and leaned back.

He always thought he looked a lot cooler nursing a beer between his hands like this. It was kind of tool-ish just sitting on top of a roof pretending to think about stuff. He hardly ever even finished one, but no one needed to know that; he liked it this way.

He should have known it was all too good to be true. The gods had it out for him or something, he was sure of it.

Why else would Rachel Berry be swinging on the swing set just yards away from him?

The guilt came flooding back in a dizzying rush, and Finn kind of thought his life might just suck big time. Couldn't this girl just go back to wherever she came from, instead of slowly making his life a living hell? No one had ever gotten under his skin this much, or taken over his mind like this… He was kinda nervous – was he going crazy? Was this how he was going to die, drop dead by a fit of Rachel-induced thoughts? That seemed even scarier than a gunshot.

Tapping back into his 007 craftiness, Finn slithered off the roof like a snake and carefully dragged his bag with him. She couldn't hear him, he'd make sure of it. If she did, Finn was pretty sure he'd be walking home with the biggest headache of his life, trying to figure out how bad her insult was supposed to sting. There were only about ten yards between him and the exit, but the distance seemed to stretch out for miles. Finn knew his life was hanging by a thread at this point, and nerves were starting to get the best of him.

Sucking in a breath, savoring it like it could just be his last (it very well could be), Finn swung the knapsack over his shoulder and slowly creeped forward. Bad idea. He felt the hairs stand all over his body when the spotlight from the field house lit up, creating a spotlight on him that would surely attract Medusa's attention.

Son of a…

"Finn?"

He could feel himself quickly turning to stone as the bag dropped from his shoulder, his eyes bugging like a deer caught in headlights. Slowly to assure her he meant no harm, Finn inched around to face her, hands slightly extended. He felt like an idiot for being such a wuss, but this girl seriously scared the crap out of him. He'd gladly take Puck over Rachel any day.

"Um, hi," he called, watching as her swinging stilled and she cocked her head at him curiously. He guessed he couldn't really get away with just that. Reaching down to retrieve his fallen bag, Finn breathed in shakily and made his way over to her, all the while eyeing her movements for anything suspicious. He didn't peg her for the hit-and-run type, and there weren't any visible weapons around…

Maybe…maybe he'd be okay?

Okay, maybe not.

"Hi," she said when he approached, ducking her head from his gaze. He was glad for that; he was petrified to look her in the eye. He did notice though that she seemed kind of…shy. That was odd. A full minute passed and she hadn't even made her first insult. Something was definitely up.

The silence was totally awkward, and Finn needed something to fill it. He hated situations like this. "What are you doing here?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"I could ask you the same question," Rachel murmured, but Finn noted that it wasn't snippy. She looked kind of tired, maybe a little lonely. He knew the feeling, but he wasn't about to empathize with Chucky's bride.

Finn shuffled on his feet uncomfortably, wondering how rude it would be if he just walked away. Probably pretty awful, and then Katie would find out somehow and kill him herself. Girls were crazy like that.

Rachel still hadn't said anything and Finn was starting to wonder why. He should probably take it as a godsend, but instead it sort of made him more anxious. He wasn't quite sure how to act when she wasn't being all mean and hostile toward him. She looked back up at him, and his throat felt a little dry when he saw how different she looked. No scowl, no piercing stare; just a small, shy smile. He thought it was kinda pretty.

"Would you like to sit?"

No, no, no, no, NO…

Finn gulped. "Uh, sure…"

She'd no idea why she did it. Later she'd blame it on sleep deprivation, or teenage insanity, but right now, she hadn't a clue.

She should have known Finn wouldn't want to speak to her; frankly, she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to speak with him either. But she was sick of the strange tension and pointless vendetta they seemed to have developed with one another. Rachel had enough enemies; she didn't need another. Now though, Rachel Berry was painfully stuck in the one predicament that she absolutely detested – strained and utter silence.

While the steady swoosh of her feet and the swing through the air had comforted her before, now it did nothing to soothe the discomfort churning in her stomach. Rachel Berry hated keeping quiet – it was like she had this incessant need to speak her mind and thrust her opinions onto others. Finn seemed perfectly contented to just sit there and swing aimlessly, and it was driving her insane. With each pump of his giant feet through the air, the urge to just scream suffocated her more and more.

Finally she couldn't take it, this unbearable quiet threatening to drive her into the nut house. She was going to say something, even if it was physically painful to push the words past her lips. She cleared her throat uneasily and Finn looked toward her, brow raised and waiting. She almost lost her nerve.

"I'm," she swallowed, the word getting stuck on her tongue. She tried again. "I'm sorry I've been such a –"

"Bitch?" Finn tried, his tone annoyingly nonchalant. Outrage and disbelief marred her features and she shot him an ugly glare. His eyes bugged, and he quickly ducked his head toward the ground.

"I was going," Rachel started again, glare still intact. "…to say a 'nuisance.'"

"Oh," Finn muttered, seeming entirely unrepentant. "Well, that too, I guess."

Rachel growled; this was a terrible idea. This boy clearly hated her guts, and he apparently was wholly unwilling to accept her apology. The silence returned with a vengeance and Rachel was sure that in five seconds she was going to rip these stupid swings from their chains. The rocking motion was making her sick.

Slowly his movement in the air, Finn scuffed his feet on the ground and flicked an eye her way. Rachel noticed this, but she was currently in the middle of one of her breathing exercises; she knew that having a diva fit in front of this boy was sure to scare him off for good.

"I'm, um… I'm sorry too," he murmured, and Rachel stopped mid-breath to face him head-on. He turned his away from her, fingers picking at the rusty paint on the bars while avoiding her gaze. "You know, for bein' an ass and stuff. I'm, uh, I'm not usually like that."

Rachel felt the sharp remark forming in her head but repressed the urge to voice it. She needed to learn that not everyone dealt with her criticisms very well, and she surely didn't need this boy to call her any more names or expletives.

Instead, she swallowed the words that would surely earn her a slap and tried another approach. "Apology accepted."

From the corner of her eye she could see Finn peak over to meet her soft smile. A shy crooked one lifted his lips in return and the cutest, sweetest dimple sprouted from the corner of his cheek. Rachel couldn't help but stare for an extra moment, this strange lump forming in her throat and bringing heat to her cheeks. When she realized the awkwardness had returned she quickly ducked her head, gripping the chains a little harder than before. She felt a little dizzy.

Would it be weird if she asked him to smile again? Would he think she was nuts? That dimpled grin did something strange to her heart, and now she felt it pounding out of control hoping that maybe she could see it again. She noticed though that she wasn't averse to the feeling; in fact, she thought it might be just the opposite. She had this uncontrollable urge to glance over at him every few minutes, and each time she pinched vigorously at her arm to keep her eyes straight ahead. She'd have a major bruise there tomorrow, she was sure of it.

Lost somewhere in this interesting new Finn world, Rachel didn't notice when Finn started rustling around in his bag, looking to her as he came back up on the swing.

"You want one?" she heard him ask, and she looked over to see his hand offering her a can of beer.

Rachel adjusted in her seat uncomfortably. "I don't drink," she responded tightly.

"Oh."

Finn retracted his hand awkwardly, twisting the can between his hands as if he weren't sure whether to just open it himself. Rachel had seen countless peers in her life become heavily influenced by alcohol and its accessories, and she prided herself on the fact that she of course knew better than to participate in something so repulsive. Foolishly tampering with an illegal substance would do nothing but destroy her singing voice and, more important, her career, and never would she partake in such hazardous behavior when her lifelong dreams were so close within her reach.

She knew this, yes; but still, she was curious. "What's it taste like?"

She felt Finn shrug beside her. "It's not really that good."

"Then why do you drink it?"

Finn looked up at her like she'd just asked him his gender. She almost smiled at his cluelessness. "I don't know," he answered honestly, cocking his head. "Doesn't everyone?"

Surprised at how easy it was not to scoff coldheartedly at him, Rachel met his eye and spoke much sweeter. Her voice almost came out in a whisper. "Not everyone."

To her amazement she heard a small chuckle deep from Finn's throat, and she looked over to happily see that small smile back as he returned the can to its bag. Saying nothing else, he leaned back comfortably on the seat and swayed quietly. Rachel did the same.

She found that it was nicer just sitting here than worrying over what to say next. Though, that ended much sooner than she would have liked. The awkwardness returned when Finn clumsily slipped on the swing and almost fell forward into the mulch, causing Rachel to grab hastily at his arm to stop the fall. When her fingers touched bare skin, lingering for a moment longer than necessary, she realized that heat in her cheeks was her blushing, and the weird tingling in her stomach when he smiled at her thankfully were butterflies.

Whoa.

"So, do you look after her a lot?" It was the first thing that came to mind, and Rachel was genuinely curious about Finn and Katie's relationship. She'd never experienced anything like it, and she'd only seen them together from afar.

Finn kicked harder and flew extra high before coming back down with an easy smile. "Who?"

"Katie."

"Oh," he nodded, slowing toward the ground. He scratched at his ear uncomfortably, and Rachel almost regretted the question. "I guess so. Me and my mom, we take care of her. Her mom just sort of, left, so… She's kind of like a little sister to me. Well, sort of like a brother, 'cause she's totally a tomboy…just louder and more annoying." Finn laughed quietly to himself and then spoke again. "You know, I think she liked you."

"Really?" Well, that was new. Most people were pretty overwhelmed with Rachel's first impression. She actually kind of doubted the possibility.

"Mmhmm," he nodded, matter-of-factly.

"Well," she muttered, pushing her feet forward as she flew. "That makes one person here."

Finn shrugged, stretching his feet out to reach higher than her. He smiled as she tried to beat his height, and failed. "I don't know if I like you or not," he answered honestly. "I don't really know you."

She wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that answer, so she simply nodded. Saying anything else might turn Finn's "I don't know" into a "definitely not", and she was surprised to admit she was scared that might happen.

"So," Finn started, turning toward her with an eyebrow hitched. "Who are you?"

Huh? "Excuse me?"

"Who are you?" Finn repeated emphatically.

Rachel floored a bit. She liked to think she was the kind of person that never hesitated when asked a question, especially one concerning herself. Who didn't know the answer to a question as simple as Finn's? She knew what she wanted; she knew how she'd get there. But Finn didn't seem to care much about those things. She was most likely taking this much too literally, but she really wanted to think about her answer. It wasn't every day she was swinging next to a cute boy, after all; she wanted him to like her.

"I don't know what you mean," Rachel muttered, buying herself some time. Somehow she knew telling him about landing her first audition wouldn't get very far.

"I'll start," Finn offered, swaying his feet casually. "Hmm, I'm a pretty simple guy… I'm kinda clumsy – I fall over stuff like, all the time. I have a pet frog named Scooter; me and Katie found him one day when we were diggin' for worms a while back. Uh, I've been playin' the drums since I was five, but I totally don't tell a lotta people that. My favorite color's blue, and ever since I was six I always wanted to be a fireman. Their hats are so cool."

When Finn turned back to her with that crooked grin again, she felt herself start to fall. No, literally – she started falling forwards. She caught herself just before her legs gave out.

"Whoa. You okay there?" Finn laughed, tilting his head forward to meet her eyes.

Exhaling slowly, Rachel tried to laugh too, but it got caught in her throat when Finn's dimple threatened to kill her. Seriously, what was wrong with her? "Yeah, yeah. I just got a little dizzy," she explained, ignoring the strange look she received.

This boy was going to be the death of her. She needed to get herself under control; she was positive Daniel wouldn't be too thrilled if he found out she was swooning over the locals. But her fingertips hadn't stopped buzzing with electricity since she'd last touched him, and her pulse hadn't gone back to normal since he'd first flashed her that crooked grin. She could feel her back starting to sweat and her heart to pound even harder, and she didn't think she'd ever been so scared or wound up in her life.

Finn just smiled again softly and motioned his hand toward her. "Your turn."

"Oh, right," Rachel muttered, cursing herself slightly for getting so distracted. He only smiled at her; seriously, she was being so foolish. "Well…" She wasn't really sure what to say, so she spilled out the first thing that came to mind. Truthfully, it was the one thing always on her mind.

"I'm going to be a star."

She expected Finn to laugh, maybe call her a dork or insane. She was surprised then to hear his easy reply.

"Cool. What kind'a star?"

She had to swallow a few times before she could form a coherent response. What was going on here? She thought maybe she'd woken up in the Twilight Zone. Everything was wrong – she and Finn weren't supposed to be nice and civil toward one another. She'd only had a handful of interactions with him, but she'd quickly learned that the two were very different types of people. They didn't mix. They couldn't enjoy simple small talk or joke around like old friends. They shouldn't be able to sit here without mocking one another or going completely insane. This wasn't normal… but then again, Rachel had never been normal, and she had a pretty good inkling that Finn wasn't either. What could that mean?

"A Broadway star," she scratched out, then cleared her throat to start again stronger. "Well not just Broadway," she elaborated. "Film, television, recording artist, not to mention multiple award winner in each category… I plan on having a very extensive résumé in order to ensure my legacy. One must be quite well-rounded to succeed in such a demanding occupation as the one I've chosen for myself, but I am more than prepared for the hardships I will unquestionably endure. With no risk comes on reward after all!"

Yeah, she probably should have stopped at Broadway. Finn gaped like she'd just declared her plan for world domination. Rachel was merely stating the inevitable. Still, she felt more than uncomfortable under his stare. "What?"

It took Finn an extra moment to gather himself, but he shook his head quickly and his eyebrows knitted together, amused. "Nothing," he chuckled slightly, and Rachel crossed her arms uneasily around herself. "I've just never known someone who had their whole future planned out like that. Or that could talk that fast…"

"Well it's never too early to start living your life, Finn," she announced, smoothing her skirt out calmingly after he'd reverted his gaze. It was making her anxious. She heard him mutter his weak agreement, and turned her head curiously toward him. "What is it that you want to do, Finn?"

He started picking away at the paint again and she noticed he did it when he wasn't sure what to say. She wondered if perhaps she'd said something wrong. "Oh, well, geez," he chuckled awkwardly. "I don't know. I never really thought much about it, ya know? I'll probably just stay close to Lima or something; I can't imagine livin' anywhere else…"

Nodding was about the only response Rachel could muster. She could never understand people who didn't have a goal or a dream for themselves. What else was there to life then, with no desires or aspirations to reach for? Rachel had had her future mapped out since she could walk, and she wouldn't let anyone come in her way and stop her.

Before long the sky grew lighter, and Rachel looked up to see the sun just starting to peak out in the dawn. She was fairly certain it wouldn't be smart to sneak in after sunrise, and Rachel wasn't willing to face the wrath of Ruth Berry. Gathering the light sweater she'd taken with her, Rachel stood quietly and looked over to see Finn staring up curiously at her, his eyes innocent. She liked them that way.

"I better go," she murmured, motioning toward the light growing in the sky. Finn whipped his head over to see it as well, and turned back with an understanding nod.

"Me too. My mom's gonna be up for work soon. She'd kill me if she knew I was out right now."

"Okay," Rachel conceded, folding her arms inside her sweater at her chest. She wasn't exactly sure where to leave things, but she was pretty sure nothing would make this any weirder than it already was. "I'll see you around then."

"Yeah…"

She felt his eyes on her as she walked away and Rachel had to fight with herself to keep her nerve. Her legs felt a little wobbly and it would be eternally embarrassing if they gave out on her. One, two, she counted to herself, trying ruthlessly to steady her breaths. Three, four…

"Hey, wait up!"

Five...

Rachel turned to see Finn jogging toward her, offering a quick smile when he finally reached her. Six, seven… "It's pretty late…or, early, I guess… But there're all sorts of wackos around here, and I'd feel really bad if I let you get abducted or something." What was he getting at?

"I'll walk you."

Eight-nine-ten… This calming thing was not working. "Oh, you don't –"

"Come on," Finn motioned, already a few steps ahead of her. He smiled crookedly again, and she gave up the counting. It was no use. "I'm goin' that way anyway."

The first thing Finn noticed about Rachel – besides her brutal insults and really short skirts – was that she liked to talk, a lot. It seemed like she hadn't done it in a while or something, or at least didn't have anyone to actually listen to her. Finn was pretty confused half the time, and most of the words she said he was pretty sure Webster hadn't even thought of yet, but he was so surprised that she was even talking to him at all that he pretty much just kept quiet. Sure, he nodded when he thought it appropriate and made sure to make the right faces based on the tone of her voice, but other than that, he had more important things to focus on.

Her hair was like, really shiny. Like, new penny shiny, or juicy apple shiny. He kinda wondered what it smelled like; if it was like apples, he thought he might be obsessed. He noticed she had this pout to her lips when she said something (apparently) upsetting or worrisome, and her eyes got this glossy look to them whenever she spoke about some girl named Barbara. He stopped paying attention then 'cause her last name reminded him of Apple Toaster Strudels, and he was suddenly really hungry.

"So can I ask you something?" Finn asked after a while, shoving his hands deep in his pockets. Rachel had taken to humming quietly to herself, which he was enjoying immensely, but she stopped when he spoke. He almost regretted it, but he really wanted to know.

"Sure, Finn," Rachel smiled slightly. He really liked it when she said his name. He thought by the way she kept addressing him that she might like it too.

Finn cleared his throat and scuffed a rock with his foot. "Well, I mean, you don't really seem too thrilled about being in Lima. I was just wondering why you're here?"

Another thing he noticed – she always seemed to consider her answers really carefully, like she was looking for the perfect words to express herself. He'd have to try that sometime, instead of just blurting out whatever came to mind. Katie'd told him he "lacked the filter" between his thoughts and his mouth, but he just told her it would take too long for him to think first. It was probably true.

"Well," Rachel started after a moment. Her words came out in a jumbled exhale, and Finn had to brace himself to keep up. "My fathers don't think New York is providing me with enough of a 'teenage experience', so they thought if I came out here and saw what other people my age were like, that I'd appreciate my choices a bit more." Finn sensed there was more, and he really didn't have a response (he was expecting her to say something simple, like 'my parents are FBI agents' or 'Aunt Ruth threatened me'. He should have known…) He was right; she started again after a short breath.

"Honestly, I don't really know. I know they think it's for the best, but I can't help but think that they're trying to delay my dreams so they'll have more time with me or something. It's impossibly frustrating."

Finn nodded in understanding. He knew all about overprotective parents – well, parent – but his mom always told him it was just 'cause she cared. He decided to share the insight with Rachel. "Well, maybe they just want to make sure you've thought it all out. You probably don't think so, but I'm sure they just want you to be happy once all your dreams finally come true and stuff. No regrets, you know?"

He thought he might try to say smart stuff more often, 'cause the smile Rachel gave him after that one freaking rocked. He'd try to remember all the big words Katie used from now on.

"Well, this is me," Rachel sighed when they finally reached the Berry's driveway. By now the sun was just sprouting over the horizon and the birds were already chirping loudly in the trees. His mom was totally gonna catch him sneaking home…

Finn could hardly process all they'd talked about in the short walk there, and he didn't really want to say goodnight, or good morning, or whatever. He knew he wasn't the smartest guy in the world, and yeah, he didn't really have much to say most of the time… but Rachel was really smart, like freaky smart, and she could sure talk when she wanted to. He thought maybe they could get along pretty well, once they stopped trying to bite each other's heads off. He was ready to move on if she was.

"Okay," he nodded, scratching at his ear uncomfortably. How to move on, though, was the question…

Rachel smiled the smile Finn liked the most, the corners of her lips just turning up shyly, and stretched out her hand. "Truce?"

Thank God… Grinning easily, Finn wrapped his giant hand up in her tiny one, returning the gesture. "Truce," he agreed, overemphasizing the shake as she laughed.

"I'm sure I'll be seeing you and Puck around," Rachel said, pulling away and taking a step back toward the house. "He can't seem to get enough of me…"

Finn laughed, watching her back away with a smile. "Right, Puck… he's really not that bad of a guy, once you get to know him. You've just gotta feel him out."

"That's exactly what I don't want to do," Rachel chuckled, her tone teasing. He felt like this was an entirely different girl in front of him, and he couldn't help but smile again.

"Right," Finn agreed with a nod, peaking up to see Rachel already at the front door. Well, that was it, he guessed. "So I'll see ya?"

Her laugh was the only sound within miles and it echoed on his eardrums. He didn't mind one bit. If her laugh was that pretty, he couldn't imagine how she sounded when she sang. "Goodnight, Finn," she called, reaching around for the handle.

"Good morning!" he called back, flashing a final smile before he watched her retreat inside.

It was weird – this light feeling he had in his stomach as he walked home. He guessed it was 'cause the guilt was gone; he'd apologized, and shown Rachel that he wasn't some sort of nasty jerk, so he didn't have to blame himself anymore.

Happily he thought maybe once he told Katie this, she'd cut him some slack. As soon as the thought entered his mind though, he decided maybe he shouldn't tell her. He was pretty sure she'd bust him like no other, going on about that Notebook movie and how Finn was in love now. He didn't really wanna hear it to be honest, and he decided for once, Katie couldn't possibly know what she was talking about.

After all, Rachel Berry had her whole future planned out, and Finn Hudson couldn't possibly fit too.