Disclaimer: I do not have any relation to Glee or any of the writers on Fox. Purely fictional.


"I'm really sorry about this morning." She said when they were driving along the main road. He refused to look at her, and she continued, thinking that it was only right for her to submit an explanation.

"I'm a vegan and it was my first time experimenting with real meat. And I just didn't think you would be awake so early in the morning, displaying your you know, stuff. I was an only child and I never had experience with hot teenage guys greeting me in the morning, so I just..."

Finn looked at her when she said this, a kind of glare that she wasn't sure if it was good or bad. But it kept her silent for the rest of the way to their destination.

When they got out of the vehicle, he tossed the list to her, mumbling that she better be quick because he had somewhere to be at in a couple of hours time. At this, Kurt's words began to smoke through her mind, but she waved it off.

She nodded, telling him she understood that the big shot quarterback probably had better plans than spending his Sunday with a theatre geek at the local grocer.

"Do you not stop talking?" He asked bluntly while her cheeks turned a fire engine red.

"Wh-what d-do you m-mean?"

"You can't seem to stop talking."

"I kept quiet on the way here."

"For 10 minutes. I swear, hearing the two of you cackle in the next room..."

Her eyes widened with fear. "You could hear us?"

Finn grabbed a trolley near the store and started pushing through the aisles while she tried to keep up with him. There was a little part of her that felt annoyed he didn't seem to care that she had to take three strides to catch up with his huge step.

"You think?" He asked in a way that was similar to her, and at that, her heart smiled with joy. Although the possibility of him hearing every single word she and Kurt uttered hit her, and the fear creeped up her veins.

"You didn't hear anything did you?"

Finn looked at her for a moment, and it was enough for the girl to jump a little and rush to the jam section. Her frame disappeared in a second, and all that he could catch was the way her hair flowed along.

The ends of his lips twitched a little, and it certainly looked very much like a smirk but by the time he caught up with her, his face was back to being emotionless and hard.

They didn't take too long to get the items, much to his delight and her disappointment. He was checking through the items when he noticed something missing and hurried off, telling Rachel to bag and check first. She nodded, this time not uttering a word lest he complained she talked too much again.

She sighed, as she watched his ass disappear out of her sight and went back to placing the items on the counter where the lady could scan them. She tells herself that she was lucky. Despite Finn being the coldest family member towards her, it was more interaction with him that she ever dared to dream about.

She wasn't sure if she should've been happy with the way Kurt was looking at things. He said Quinn was a, excuse her language, bitch. Score one for Rachel. But Finn was also obsessed with the way the school looks at him. Score for Quinn. Although, Rachel had the determination no one else possessed, and if she kept up with this, Finn might actually have a change of heart. Another score for Rachel.

The little girl let her mind danced around the competition between herself and the most popular girl in school, and failed to hear the counter girl call for her name. It wasn't until Finn shook her shoulders, did she return to earth.

He was annoyed that she didn't seem focused during most of the time he was with her. He had heard many things about this girl before she moved into his home, although he would deny it if you ever asked. For Pete's sake, how could one guy not notice a girl with an amazing voice?

She was the star of all the school's musicals, and unknown to his friends, he allows Kurt to drag him into some of them. He makes sure they don't sit in the same place though, Kurt always loves to sit within the first five rows while Finn was more of a corner backseat kind of dude. But he appreciated her voice. So it frustrated him how she doesn't seem to be any bit of the girl he was used to seeing.

He knew he should be more attentive to how he should be treating her. But oh god, couldn't she be a little less careless with everything? And did she honestly have to keep talking so loudly all the time. He didn't want to say this, but last night, he checked beneath his bed to see if she was there because she just seemed to pop up all the time.

One thing that he would give her credit for, was how she didn't seem fazed about the accident. He had expected her to cry her eyes out to sleep, and mope around the house for a good five months before finally showing any signs of moving on. Because that was what happened with him when he lost his dad. And she lost two of them. Technically, that would mean that she should take twice as long as he did to get over it.

The other day, on her first night here, his mom asked for him to carry her up to her room. No one knew this besides him, but he stroked the tensed eyebrows away as he watched her sleep for a good ten minutes. He had a rough idea what it was like to lose someone so important, and she was just a teenage girl at that. To accompany her on the first night seemed like the decent thing to do.

He watched her as she struggled with the bigger bags of groceries and saw this fiery little girl glow a little from the task. Of course, he only observed for a second, he didn't want to be an ass. But somehow, he began to understand how okay she seemed with all the changes. She was just a lot mightier than she seemed to be. He didn't want to bet on it, but he was willing to take a chance and say that it was all about putting up a strong front. And he was intrigued by that quality.

They walked back to the truck in silence, and Finn thought he might have gone a little too far commenting that she talked too much. Although, the male instincts kicked in, and he refused to apologise. So all he could do, was to switch on the radio, hoping that it would fill the awkwardness between them.

Journey's Don't Stop Believin' came on, and from the corner of his eye, he saw her sit upright. It first started with a soft hum, and when it got to the chorus, her confidence grew.

He heard a little of her conversation with Kurt. She says she couldn't believe how lucky she was to be living under the same roof as the popular quarterback because his games were legendary. But in total honesty, it was at this moment that he felt like the lucky one to be scoring a live concert with the best singer he has ever heard.


Ch. 7! Mm, would you like to know a little secret? I am already working on Ch. 12 for this story! So for those who commented that it seemed a little unrealistic that Rachel would move on so quickly, there is actually a bit of that being pointed out in Ch. 9, so stay tuned! (Seriously, it's like you guys knew what I was working on!) Much love from me to you ;) PS, in case you've forgotten, YOU ARE AMAZING.