Author's Note: I cannot stop writing these. There are a few I might consider turning into full stories (from this one and the other two parts). Also look for some follow ups to some of the one shots! Thanks for your feedback! It always makes my day. =) Songs included are: "Into the Sun:"-Lifehouse, "Anyone to Love"-Michael Buble, "City of Blinding Lights"-U2, "Moonlight Sonata"-Ludwig Van Beethoven, "Christmastime is Here (Instrumental)"- Vince Guaraldi, "Buddy Holly"-Weezer, "I Saw it On Your Keyboard"-Hellogoodbye, "Find You There"-We the Kings. I recommend listening to these songs before reading the drabble's, it helps set the mood. =)

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of these songs.

"Into the Sun"

Seams are slowly tearing. Not that either of them have ever really pieced themselves back together. He let her go. She stayed away. But now they're both in the same city, grumbling about the horrible New York winters and how hard it is to get a taxi. Blending in.

It starts at a random coffee shop. Opposite sides of the room, pretending not to notice the other. Before they both get the nerve to say hi and suddenly it's every Sunday, because that's her day off. Smiling is easy, rebuilding is hard. Love is worth it.

Everything's warm again.

"Anyone to Love"

Whiskey is strong. It used to be a gentleman's drink, before Jack Daniels. It takes the world away though, he doesn't have to think.

This is every other night, until the light hits his alcohol hazed eyes. If he's brutally honest, this life that he's living, it's nothing. Sometimes he wonders why he came to this city, left his blonde bombshell in a country field of Daisies. Nothing's easy or has any kind of explanation. But he keeps wondering.

When his glass is empty and light is alive, he leaves. The morning hums with cars and people with coffee. He's got work in a couple hours.

Glancing ahead, hands drawn to the pockets of yesterday's suit, he sees her. And for some reason, he stops wondering.

"City of Blinding Lights"

New York had lights. Tall buildings with thousands of windows and Times Square. But this city, Paris, is so much more.

He watches her, eyes in awe of the streets. She's got her favorite dress on (second to only to her wedding gown) and God, she looks so beautiful tonight. There's this pastry shop down the way, and he knows she can't resist. She'll say the deserts are for later, but he'll catch her licking her fingers before they even make to the restaurant.

There's so much he loves about her in this city.

"Moonlight Sonata"

She's crying. He wants to make it stop. Tell her that they'll have more moments like this. That war won't tear them apart forever. Promises are useless when you know you can't really promise.

For now he'll hold her hand, pull her close and dance with no music.

At the end of the night, she's still crying and he's still avoiding promises.

"Christmas Time is Here (Instrumental)"

Her first Christmas without him isn't really Christmas. All the decorations are out, an Angel on top the tree and few presents underneath. But he's not here, so none of it really means anything.

It's cold out, snow resting on rooftops, she needs this though. Just a glance at her star and for a moment he's there, and life is how it's supposed to be. Then the moment is gone and it's just her. Alone, without the one person who makes her world vibrant and colorful.

She prays Santa comes though next year.

"Buddy Holly"

He finds her outside the girl's bathroom. Some assholes on the football team used a paint bucket of blue colored slushy as a weapon. There are small puddles around her and he can't tell the tears from the syrup on her face. She's pulling and pulling at the door, he hears laughing behind it. He's pissed and hopes he's clear with the bitches behind the locked door. They finally come out, laughing, if they were dudes, he would make them listen.

Leading her inside, he locks the door. Cleans her off with that awful smelling hand soap and paper towels. Just enough to take her home.

She looks so wounded. It breaks his heart.

"I love you. It's you and me okay? No matter what they do, it's you and me."

"I Saw it on Your Keyboard"

Writing her a song is a hell of a lot harder than he thought it would be. He's been watching her all summer, not in a creepy stalkerish kind of way, more of he's completely hypnotized by her (he's not sure how else to put it, he really can't stop staring). She's this amazing singer and has been running the Camp Production of Into the Woods. This was his first year as a counselor at Star Summer Camp, the college he's attending requires stuff like this.

They've got this talent show on the last night of camp. The counselors and campers showing what they're made of (it's a pretty intense, fun, but intense, camp). He signed up, hoping to impress her, but how is he supposed to do that when he can't come up with anything?

There's singing coming from the cabin next to his. It's her voice. And for some reason as he stops and listens, it all comes to him.

He's totally going to win her heart.

"Find You There"

They've been best friends since they were six. She lives next door, just a yard and a window away. Right now, he needs her. They've always needed each other, but right now he's desperate. Because his mom doesn't understand and his step-father is too involved in his own son's life to notice.

-Can I come over?-

-I'll leave the window open-

He climbs the trellis like he has since he was tall enough to do so. Her light is on and she's sitting on her bed, tapping her fingers against her bed spread. She jumps up the moment she see's him.

"Finn what's wrong?"

"Is it okay if we don't talk about it, at least for a while?"

She nods, leading him to her bed.

And while he's holding her, crying silently into her sweater, he knows. They're not just best friends.

They're soul mates.