Sorry for the huge delay. It's been a rough couple of weeks. However, I still want to continue this fic. Carolina put a lot of thought into this, and I want to continue it not only for her, but for the memory of Cory and Finchel.

I hope you enjoy.

- Jen & Carolina

Disclaimer: Glee + Finchel is not mine.

Rachel wiped the counter, cleaning off the remaining foam left by the spilled alcohol. It had been a long night, from people passing out on the floor to karaoke-gone-wrong.

Still, she tried to enjoy herself. After all, it was either this or working as a cashier in the local grocery store, which was for a lack of a better word, deplorable.

"Rach, do you mind closing up?" someone said from across the room.

She didn't pick up her head, but spoke. "Sure," she replied, using her last bit of energy to scrub off the mess. Finally, she wiped her forehead, where a few drops of sweat had formed. She took a deep breath, looking up to see who it was that had spoken.

Finn stood, putting the last few chairs on the table, stacking them neatly. He was dressed in a navy button-down shirt, with dark pants. His hair was neatly trimmed and styled just like always, up in the front. For a second, she caught herself staring, but quickly looked back down.

He finished, and then went to the entrance of the bar. He contemplated leaving her there to close up, but he didn't want her being alone. Sure, she hated him, but he still cared about her. So, he walked to the elevator, leaning against the wall.

Rachel finished, shutting off the lights and locking the gate behind her, confident that she was alone. Finn had left a few minutes ago from what she had seen. She smiled, walking casually towards the elevator.

Fly me to the moon

Let me play among those stars

Let me see what spring is like

On a-Jupiter and Mars

She sang softly, her hands waving around with the movement of her hips, twirling a few times in her skirt. She felt blissful, despite her tired state.

Finn, around the corner, had never heard anything so beautiful. He knew that she was a singer, but she had never sung in front of him personally. She wasn't in any of his classes, and whenever he was around, she was silent.. for the most part.

He stayed still, careful not to quiver as he listened to her beautiful voice. With wide eyes, he took in her voice and grinned softly.

Coming around the corner, she stopped abruptly. How long had he been there? Rachel stood frozen, her body still in the same exact position. None of them spoke.

"I didn't want you to be alone," he said, breaking the silence.

She broke her state, crossing her arms and storming to the elevator, pressing the button.

"I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself," she replied, not making eye contact with him. While she didn't like being treated like a baby, she appreciated his efforts.

The door finally opened and they both walked in, staying on opposite sides of the elevator.

"Uh.. floor seven, please," he uttered, keeping his eyes on the reflective walls of the elevator. Even in his reflection, he could visually see the intensity of the moment. You could cut it with a knife.

Pushing the button, she cleared her throat and did the same. The elevator ride was silent, both beings standing straight like statues.

Suddenly, the elevator jerked to a stop, shaking both of them out of their positions.

For a moment, they both were silent, unsure of what had just occurred. Looking up, Finn saw the screen near the ceiling, reading an error message.

"Shit!" he yelled, slamming his fist on the door.

Rachel scowled at his crass language, but said nothing. Immediately she began to press the buttons on the wall, trying to find some sort of emergency call. But it didn't work.

Whipping out his cell phone, Finn dialed his phone, but there was no reception. Defeated, he slid down the wall and landed on the floor, groaning.

Rachel wasn't giving up yet. She continued her efforts, pushing the buttons and yelling for help. It made Finn chuckle softly, seeing her so distraught and worried. Oddly enough, he found it adorable.

She kicked the door, almost in tears. "No, no, this can't be happening!" she yelled, pleading for the door to open.

Walking back to her spot, she sat against the wall, feeling helpless. "We're going to be here all night, aren't we?" she said finally.

Finn shrugged. "I don't know," he said honestly. But he wasn't complaining. He finally had Rachel in a place where she couldn't escape.

Rachel groaned again, looking up at the ceiling. Luckily, the lights were still working. If she was in the pitch black, she was sure she would go insane.

For about ten minutes, they sat there in silence.

And just when Rachel thought she could make it, the electricity went out. She screamed, startled by it, which made Finn jump.

Starting to cry, she curled up, bringing her knees to her chest. Finn couldn't see her, but he could tell that she was near. Moving closer to her, he touched her shoulder softly.

She flinched, startled, but didn't smack him away.

He continued, and without thinking too much, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight.

Rachel didn't move, remaining in his embrace. His arms around her felt comforting, and she liked it. His large arms enveloped her body, making her feel less alone.

She liked it.

Gently he rubbed up and down her arms, trying to soothe her. "They'll find us, Rach," he told her.

She nodded, nuzzling against his chest. What was she doing? She wasn't pushing him away. She hated him.. didn't she?

He closed his eyes, silently hoping that they would be found. Being stuck in an elevator sounded pretty hilarious at first, but seeing Rachel so distraught killed him inside.

"Thank you," she murmured.

Finn raised an eyebrow. "For what?" he replied in a whisper.

"For waiting for me. I would have been in the elevator alone."

He grinned, proud of himself. He was slowly but surely getting to her.

She didn't say anything else, keeping her head against his chest, hearing his heart beat.

"You know, you have a beautiful voice," he said, breaking the silence.

She raised her head slowly, and even though she couldn't see completely, she could make out the outline of his face. She knew that everyone admired her voice, but it sounded different from his mouth. Rachel thought that he was a huge jerk, only caring about whose pants he got into, and what money he could make. But what he just said? It sounded genuine, like nothing he had ever said before.

"I know," she replied quickly, wanting to crawl into a corner. He laughed softly, amused.

"You should sing at the bar more often," he suggested. "You'd be amazing up there, not to mention ten times better than those people who were up there tonight."

Rachel giggled softly, agreeing. "I don't know.. I wouldn't want to show off," she added, even though showing off was one of her favorite things.

"I doubt it," he replied, and as she looked back up at him, she found their lips scarily close. She swallowed hard, feeling her heart beating rapidly. If she hated him so much, why did she want to kiss him so badly?

This was what every one of his girls felt like; helpless to his charms and his good looks. She didn't deny it. He was a very attractive man, but she wasn't one of his girls. She promised herself that she wouldn't fall for that game. And yet, she couldn't move her head away as he leaned in closer.

And then it happened.

Fireworks.

Their lips met, and she felt her entire body explode. As much as her head told her to push him away, her heart pushed forward, bringing her hand to rest upon his cheek. Seeing this as her not rejecting him, he did the same, holding her close and continuing to kiss her.

God, she is perfect.

For a few minutes, they were in euphoria, lost in each other. Rachel felt like she was in an alternate universe, surrounded by nothing else but him.

But just as quickly as it came, it had to come to an end. The elevator shook, breaking them apart. They sat, shocked. Then, the doors opened, streaming light into the small area. Quickly she rose to her feet, flattening down her skirt. "Thank you," she said to the workers who were outside, holding the door open.

Finn remained on the ground, still in shock over their kiss. He ran a hand through his hair, then getting up and thanking them as well.

Trying her best to pretend their kiss never happened, she walked quickly past the elevators and towards her room.

Frustrated, he followed her. "Rach! Hold up. We need to talk."

"There's nothing to talk about," she replied, crossing her arms as she walked, in denial.

He walked faster so he could get in front of her. She halted to a stop, her eyes almost watery.

"You can't pretend that that didn't happen." He paused. "I felt something in there. I know you did too."

"You know nothing," she uttered.

"I don't know what I ever did to you, Rach. But seriously?" He ran his hand through his hair again. "I care about you and - "

She cut him off. "You care about me. Right. You took advantage of me in my vulnerable state."

Finn couldn't argue against that. Maybe he did, but she wasn't exactly complaining. He stood silent, ashamed.

"I'm sorry. I need to go," she said, pushing past him and storming towards her room where Santana would be. Rachel hoped that she had fallen asleep so that she could squeeze into bed beside her.

But as much as she wanted to deny it, she agreed with him. She had felt something – something so strong that it couldn't be described with one single word in the dictionary.

And as she snuck into bed, she touched her lips, remembering the feeling of his lips on hers.

Like something she wasn't supposed to have but couldn't keep herself away.

This was only the beginning of her internal torture.

I hope you enjoyed! What do you think will happen next? And also – would you like some Brittana or would you like just centered on Finchel?

Comments are appreciated!

- Jen & Carolina