A.N- Hey guys! I was writing this on the plane! Haha, that's just how committed I am :) I was totally Multi-tasking, I'm was also watching BandSlam. Which totally sucked, by the way. Anyways! I am just now finding internet accesss, so I apologize muy mucho :) Now, my daily updates are going to cease, and they're probably going to be weekly or something :/ But, I PROMISE I will update every time I get ahold of some internet! Because, trust me, as long as I have my laptop, I'll be writing. :)

Haha, this is like, an intense chapter, and I'm sorry they're all so short. If you guys think I'm taking things too fast, then let me know :)

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Disclaimer: I totally own Glee. I also eat cats for breakfast.

Bust A Move

So on the beach you're strollin'

Real high-rollin'
everything you have is yours and not stolen
A girl runs up with somethin to prove
So don't just stand there,

Bust a move

Now, just moments before they boarded the plane, her heart was pounding. The thing was, Rachel wasn't very fond of planes… Seat 15A next to God knows what. It terrified her.

She settled down in her respective seat, 15A, which just happened to be the window seat, just her luck, and closed her eyes, trying to give herself mental shut-down so she could just relax when the plane took off. Right. Moments later though, she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She took a big breath and turned to see who her neighbor was. Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. The Good Lord must absolutely hate her.


She almost had a heart attack right there. Seriously. She could just feel the blood slowly leaving her face, her heart pounding ten beats per second. This was the way she was going to die. On a plane that wasn't even moving just because she was shocked to death. She just continued on looking at the tall figure towering over her in the next seat, her stomach clenching, and feeling like she was going to purge. Maybe that was the best thing to happen, start gagging and run to the bathroom. But she was almost sure that wasn't going to happen. Damn her gag reflects.

After a couple seconds of staring, and awkward fidgeting, she decided to speak up.

"Finn," she spoke, "what a surprise." She looked at him awkwardly, and he just nodded in response, scratching the back of his head. They both turned away from eachother, and started to nervously fidget with their sleeves, staring at their laps.

After several minutes of an awkward silence, the pilot talked over the P.A.

"Hello everyone, and thank you for flying with Continental Airlines, we will start our descending to depart in a few minutes, so please, fasten your seatbelts and place your seats on the upright position," His voice carried on through the cabin, explaining the safety positions, and all the other important information.

This had Rachel sitting upright and listening intently to everything the pilot said, watching the flight attendants mimicking everything. Finn sneaked looks her way every now and then, watching the way her eyes moved from one attendant to the other, repeating quietly to herself whatever they were instructing her to do. He smiled to himself, remembered this Rachel, sat back, and closed his eyes, relaxing.


She was woke up to someone softly shaking her and whispering her name. She groggily and slowly opened her eyes. Finn immediately noticed she was awake, and moved his face away from her. She took in her surroundings. The smell of bad airplane food, the deafening roar of the engines, the way her ears were plugged up. The way her head rested on his shoulder…

The way her head rested on hisshoulder!

She just about jumped a foot in the air, and managed to remove her head from him.

"Sorry," she breathed, and looked away.

"Uh… we're landing in a minute," he said and looked at her skeptically.

Somewhere between the take-off –which wasn't so bad- and when they started handing out snacks, Rachel had suddenly fell asleep, the week's events taking a toll on her. She also, somehow, managed to place her head on Finn's shoulder. Absolutely mortified, she gave him an awkward smile, as if apologizing for her unconscious mistake. He chuckled softly and closed his eyes, relaxing into his seat as the plane started to descend. This was nothing like the take-off.

She shut her eyes close, and grasped tightly onto both armrests. The plane descended roughly, getting closer to the ground every second. This sent an empty feeling to her stomach, and she knew that puke was just moments away. She tightened her grip on the armrest, and suddenly, a groan was heard. She peeked and saw Finn, distressed, trying to get away from Rachel's deadly grasp.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," she gasped. Her hand released his, and flew quickly to her lap. She could feel the heat creeping slowly to her face, and didn't even want to imagine what color her cheeks might be by now. First his shoulder, and now this, she's like a personal-space invader. Jesus.

What happened next though, sent her over the edge. His hand slowly grabbed hers, intertwining their fingers together, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. She slowly opened her eyes, not caring of how red her face might be, and looked at him. His face was soft, and his eyes were welcoming. A smile played on his lips, threatening to burst out into a full-grin at any moment. He squeezed her hand, and nothing mattered anymore.

When they were safe and soundly on firm land, Rachel's grip on Finn's hand relaxed, but didn't release. His hand felt safe and welcoming, his warmth sending butterflies to her stomach. They stayed seated, waiting until the cabin was empty –just as Mr. Schue instructed- and watched everyone pass through and struggle with their carry-on.

He suddenly turned to her, a serious look on his face. He was determined to tell her now, no matter what.

"Listen, Rach, there's something important I need to tell you," His eyes searched her, for approval and for courage.

"Yeah?" she looked at him skeptically.

"Yes. It's about… it's about what happened that day," he paused, and looked at her "in the hallway," guilt was written all over his face, he regretted it.

She bit her lip to prevent it from trembling, and shut her eyes. People kept on passing by, unaware of what was happening. Rachel, though, thought they were watching her every more. If she cried, she'd look weak. Rachel Berry was not about to weaken in front of Finn.

She slowly opened her eyes, holding by the tears that were sure to come.

"What about it?" She said, a little more bitterly than intended.

He was obviously shocked by her tone, taken aback.

"Idon'twantyoutothinkitwasamistake," he embarrassedly rushed.

"Pardon?" She said, not believing what she may or may have not heard.

He sighed. "I-I don't want you to think that what happened was a mistake," he said, slowly this time, a smile playing on her lips as he said this, "I meant it. Every second of it, but…" he paused.

Her heart broke, right there. She could feel all the million pieces, falling on the floor, shattering into even smaller ones. There was always a 'but'. 'But I kind of don't like you' or, 'but I have a girlfriend' or, 'but you're kind of weird'. That was the most common one. Finn wasn't going to be any different.

So that's why what he said next was unexpected, and Kurt and Mercedes, who were eavesdropping behind them, choked on their water, incredulous of what had just come out of his mouth.

"I want to take it slow," those words seemed to go slow-mo, coming out if his mouth in a painfully slow way.

"What?" She said, not believing what had just come out of the 6-foot football player.

"I want to take it slow," he repeated, this time with a bit of confidence.

"You, you what?" she asked for a second time. Third time's the charm!

"I said," he replied in an annoyed tone, "I want to take it slow,"

"Yes, right. Hold on, you what?" Why couldn't her brain grasp this tiny bit of information?!

"I want to take it slow, god damn it! Are you even listening to me, Rachel?" He said, angrily.

"Yes, I am, Finn!" she said frustrated. She passed a hand through her thick hair, and looked at him.

"Then why do you keep on asking?" he whispered quietly, his face mere centimeters away from hers.

His breath tickled her face, and it made her a little nervous.

"I don't know," she quietly replied, "I'm scared, I guess."

"Why would you be scared?"

"I wouldn't want you to leave like you always do," she answered. She looked away, just in time for Mr. Schue to stand up and tell them to start leaving.

Finn didn't move.

"It's time to go," she said quietly.

He looked up with sad eyes, and forced a smile.

"Okay," he stood up and joined her, and they walked away. Their hands intertwined, but their minds somewhere else.

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