It was easy to get Finn alone, actually. The Cheerios practice for three hours after school everyday, and so I got Finn to meet me in the choir room. I like the choir room. I feel like I have more power there.

Anyways, I was actually pretty nervous. I sat at the piano, played a few bars from I am not that girl from Wicked, then stood up again, and really thought about the song. It was rather fitting, in a depressing way. Finn was in love with Quinn and I was in love with Finn. I thought he liked me, at some point. But he chose her. Quinn even had the 'golden hair with a gentle curl.' Painfully true to the last detail. Was I ever going to win?

"Of course you will," I told myself, just as Finn walked in.

"What was that about?" he asked, that signature confused-yet-adorable look on his face. I just shook my head and went back to the piano. If there was one thing I knew how to do, it was sing. I was going to serenade Finn with a song. And no, I didn't realise how stupid that was until much much later.

I launched immediatly into You belong with me by Taylor Swift. Also very fitting. Music made me feel so much less alone in the world. Other people understood this high school love triangle thing I'd fallen into. Finn smiled as I sang, but I don't think he understood how much I really meant it. And I meant it with my whole heart.

"Wow, Rachel, you're really good. I never knew you could play piano," Finn said as I finished, sitting down next to me.

Nervously tucking my hair behind my ear, I answered, "Yeah, my dads got me in lessons when I was little. I'm very multi-talented." Talking about myself and my accomplishments is a guarenteed way for me to boost nervousness.

"I know that. It's what makes you awesome, Rachel." I'm not really the type of girl to blush at every compliment. It takes to much energy. But the way Finn said it, his eyes honest and open, his lips soft, curved slightly as he said it ... I was so amazed how a boy I had imagined would always be so far below me took my breath away.

"So why did you ask me here, Rach?" he asked me. God, I hated when people called me Rach. Except maybe Finn people.

Plunking out the first bar or two of People from Funny Girl, I said, "Well, I thought we could work on some songs for glee cl--"

"What if we don't? What if we just hang out? Not here. I have to pick Quinn up in a few hours, but we can drive to Taco Bell. You can tell me more about piano or something." Well, I took that offer. Pounced on it, actually. Even if we were just eating ''mexican food'' until he had to reapper for his girlfriend.

"Finn, umm, do you have a favorite show?" I could talk musical theatre with even dim-yet-cute boys like Finn.

"Well, I don't know, I like CSI." Of every boy in McKinnley, I'm here with the one who just said that? I always fall in love with dumb boys. But I still love them anyway. Finn isn't an exception. Actually, he's kind of something completely different. Because, even though I fall so hard everytime, Finn's got this potential to catch me and be so much more that I just can't let go of.

Biting into my vegetarian burrito, I told Finn, "I mean a favorite musical. Grease, or maybe Jersey Boys? Fiddler?"

"I have no clue what that means. What's your favorite?" he answered me. Which is great, because if I talk I won't think of those eyes.

"I think my all time favorite is West Side Story. But I right now I'm really into Funny Girl, Hello Dolly and the eighties make of Fame too," I said. I already had my next three answers planned out: yes, no and Cats was the weirdest thing I've seen in a very long time.

"Well, maybe you could come over to my place sometime and we could watch one of those. Hello Fame or whatever." God, that's not even subtle.

Placing my coke on the table, I asked, "Do you like me?"

"Yeah," he answered, "when you sing ... I can't describe it. Even people who don't like you can't help but shut up when you start singing." He's paving the way to my heart, complimenting me like that. Even if he doesn't know how much it means. He never seems to.

He also doesn't realise what I meant. Falling in love is so hard. Because boys - Finn - never see what's going on under it all.