Hello my dear readers! And a very belated happy new year to you all! I've been super busy with winter term starting and I have a lot of Calculus and science courses on my plate so I apologize for the long wait.

Now I'm adding in a little something new to my story where I start some storylines for other characters too (like Kurt, Santana, etc), but I can assure you, this story will always be about Finchel. I just think some of the other main characters should get a little drama in their lives too.

Let me know if there are any characters you want to see involved or if you absolutely detest the idea of other storylines (via Review, or even PM's. Your input is always appreciated!

As always, this story is dedicated to our dorky Canadian drummer, Cory Monteith ❤️

P.S: Chapter name comes from the title of the Bangles song "Manic Monday".

Finn yawned as he flipped through his phone, a spoonful of captain crunch halfway to his mouth as he half-watched Kurt and Rachel swift through the kitchen as they got ready for the day ahead. He just couldn't understand how they were so chipper in the morning. He was like a freakin zombie this early, while they were practically bouncing off the walls as they got things done that Finn couldn't even do during the day.

Already this morning Rachel had gotten both herself and Finn up (a feat in itself), did her entire (and insane) mornin rountine, cooked herself breakfast, and cleaned up the kitchen.

She was doing extremely well considering she was supposed to get a callback a while ago and the director still hadn't made any contact. He knew it was bumming her out a little. But she was either hiding it really well it was expecting the fact that she wouldn't get every role she tried out for.

She seemed in good spirits this morning anyways.

Kurt was busy scrambling his eggs for breakfast while Rachel so dutifully tried to get Finn to hurry up.

"Finn, baby. It's time to go get dressed, you have class in forty-five minutes." Rachel suddenly appeared behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso and trying to tug him off the stool.

But Finn wasn't having it. He hated getting up in the morning and he was starting to regret switching to Professor Lynx's morning class. Originally he'd wanted to switch because he hated the idea of Rachel and Kurt being alone on the subway in the morning.

Sure they'd taken some self-defence classes before coming to the city, but really, what good would that do against some criminal who'd been stealing for years?

And in this city, the odds of people stopping to help a person being mugged were extremely low. It was every man for himself.

So Finn switched classes in order to take the subway with them every morning. At 7:30am. Which means he actually had to get up about a quarter to seven so Rachel could baby him and feed him breakfast (now that part he wasn't complaining about).

"We still have twenty minutes until we have to leave the house." Finn shrugged and yawned, reaching back to lazily pat Rachel's side.

She sighed. "I already laid out some Kurt approved clothes for you. Just get dressed and then you can take a power nap on the couch until we leave. Deal?" Rachel pushed her way to his side, where she brushed her hand over the small patch of scruff that had begun growing on his jaw.

Finn scrunched up his nose in distaste at the idea but nodded, his eyes still thick with sleep as he squinted down at her and smiled a little, kissing her forehead. "Alright fine, I'll go get dressed. But only because you so adorably asked me to."

Rachel giggled and kissed his large hand as he shuffled to their little bedroom to change and at least attempt to make his hair look like he gave a crap. Plus, Justin was going to show him a really kickass spot to eat. Apparently it was a street that had alllll the good food joints. (It just made Justin even more awesome, as if he wasn't already becoming his best friend here).

He rolled his eyes at the sweater Kurt had laid out. (It was always sweaters with this guy). But he slid on the white t-shirt and sweater anyways, figuring Kurt wouldn't bitch at him if he just did as Kurt wanted.

Still yawning and feeling really sleepy, he finished getting dressed, fixing up his hair as best he could before shuffling back out to the living room, where Rachel was sipping her tea and watching the morning news.

"Hey babe." Finn plopped down next to her, slouching in his seat and licking his lips as he gazed uncaringly at the screen. He knew the news was like, really important but it was just so boring. And the newscasters on this channel were super monotone and annoying.

Rachel rested her free hand on his thigh and rubbed it affectionately as he shut his eyes sleepily, the combination of getting up so early and her rubbing making him wanted to cuddle in a ball like a kitten and sleep for hours.

"Shittt. Bus accident on Brooklyn Bridge? That's gotta hurt all those people commuting to the city got work." Santana clicked her tongue as she came into the living and sat in the armchair.

"I hope everyone is okay. They said seven people were hospitalized." Rachel fretted.

"Yeah but look. The headline says no one was in critical condition. No need to freak Berry. You're too sensitive." Santana shoved a piece of syrup soaked pancake into her mouth.

"And you're too callous." Rachel shot back, placing her tea on the side table as she stuck her tongue out at Santana.

"Now, now. Back to your corners ladies." Kurt sat on the arm of Finn's side of the couch, crossing his legs. Santana waved him off and turned back to the tv.

When it was silent for a moment, Rachel spoke up. "So... Kurt, how's it going with Elliott?" Rachel wiggled her eyebrows suggestively as Santana turned an interested eye on the pair.

"Not that it's any of your business, but Elliott and I aren't really going anywhere. We kind of hit a point where we both realized we would rather have a friendship than a relationship. I mean, how often do you meet a fellow gay in a city this big? And one that shares so many of interests and doesn't just want you for sex? I'd be an idiot to lose a great friend like that because of sex." Kurt dusted a speck of dirt off his pants.

Santana scoffed as Finn opened his eyes. "You people sicken me. At our ages, what we should be doing is experimenting sexually, emotionally. Yet I'm living with people that would rather just be old grandpas and grandmas. Two of you have completely given up your sexual lives by vowing to only have sex with one another and the other one is so afraid that he thinks being in the friendzone is 'good for him'."

Kurt glared at her. "There's nothing wrong with wanting more male friends, Santana. Especially one that doesn't still think the old 'pull my finger' joke is still funny." Kurt looked pointedly at Finn at the last remark.

"Exactly." Rachel agreed. "And there's nothing wrong with only having one sexual partner. Especially if you love them and know you want to spend the rest of your life with them." Rachel smiled as Finn turned to her and kissed her lips softly.

Santana faked a gagging noise. "Barf. You guys are gonna make me upchuck all those pancakes I just ate." Santana got up and tossed her plate in the sink.

Kurt stood up too and glanced at his watch. "It's okay guys, Santana will grow up soon. In the meantime, we have to go to school. So cmon Finn, get your lazy butt up."

Rachel giggled at Kurt's words and grabbed her school bag, handing Finn his too.

"See ya San." Rachel waved as the three of them trudged out the door into the cold air.

"Santana's been in a pretty crabby mood lately. Anyone know why?" Finn rubbed his chin as they started down the street towards the subway station.

"I bet it's because she hasn't found anything yet. I have my fashion, you have your teaching, Rachel has NYADA. All she has is the diner and I doubt she wants to do that for the rest of her life." Kurt sipped his coffee.

Rachel nodded in agreement. "Maybe we should talk to her? Help her out by giving her ideas. Maybe she'd be happier if she knew she was working towards something." Rachel looped her arm through Finn's.

"Right. I bet she'd take real kindly to people telling her what to do and helping her. I say we let her deal with it on her own for now. Santana is the type of person who does better on her own. All of us go through rough patches. I remember when I was going through mine in Lima, the last thing I wanted was people around me to make me feel even more inadequate." Finn kissed Rachel's glove covered hand and started down the stairs to the trains.

Kurt sighed. "I suppose you're right. I just hate seeing her so upset. She's a bitch most of the time but she's family now."

"I know man. We just gotta trust that she'll find her way eventually." Finn pat his brother on the back as they boarded the subway.

"I hope so." Kurt sat down in the seats, eyeing the suspicious looking man who was sitting in the corner with his hoodie pulled over covering most of his face.

Finn looked over his shoulder and grab the bar ahead of him, making sure his large body was in view of the man, just in case he tried anything stupid. "She will Kurt. We all will, I know it."

Kurt nodded as Rachel sat next to him. The two started whispering a minute later, something about the latest Broadway blogs and who should be in the running for a Tony.

Finn felt himself drift off into a haze, the early morning still getting to him (He had a feeling he'd never end up being a morning person like Rachel and Kurt).

It wasn't until a phone went off in the otherwise pretty quiet subway that Finn woke up and Rachel and Kurt stopped talking.

Rachel pat his leg. "Baby, that's your phone."

He scrunched up his eyebrows in confusion and pulled his phone from his pocket. No one ever called him this early.

"Hello?" He answered, Kurt and Rachel looking up at him and paying rapt attention to his side of the conversation.

"Is this Finn Hudson?" The masculine voice asked.

"Yes this is he." Finn responded, question in his voice.

"This is the Liam Delmont, one of the managers at Keys Music store." The man responded.

"Oh hey!" Finn grinned, his eyes wide with excitement. He'd been really hoping they'd call him soon with an answer.

"I'd just like to inform you that you got the job. The owner, Mike, really liked your background in music and he'd love for you to start today. To come in and start learning some stuff."

Finn thought for a moment, figuring he could be there by three at the earliest, right after class. "Yeah I can come in today. Is three okay? That's the earliest I can get there without skipping class." Finn asked.

"That's perfect. Can't wait to meet you Mr. Hudson. See you then." Liam said, hanging up the phone a few seconds later.

Finn shut off his phone, pocketing it before looking up at Rachel and Kurt in disbelief.

"Well?!"

"Who was it?"

They both asked at the same time.

"I got it. I got the job at the music store! They asked me to come in today." Finn grinned excitedly, laughing when his girlfriend and brother shot up from their seats to give him a hug.

"Congratulations!"

"That's amazing, baby!"

Finn laughed again when they spoke simultaneously again, Rachel placing kisses all over his cheeks.

The few people in the subway with them were staring like the three of them had multiple heads.

But they didn't care. This was Finn's real first job. And in New York City nonetheless. This was something to celebrate.

They stood there and talked animatedly about how much fun it would be working in music store.

Finn was secretly wondering if he could get a new drumset eventually. There was no way his drumset could fit in the loft so he had to leave it behind, and he really missed it.

He hummed happily as the train barrelled on, excited at this new development. It seemed to be one change after another lately. But really, who was he to complain?

Kurt adjusted the headset that was digging into the side of his face. Yawning before continuing to the type the email Isabelle had requested he write to some associate at Glamour Magazine.

He never really got sick of seeing this side of the high life. But unfortunately he was the lowest on the fashion food chain; an unpaid intern. He was one of the lucky few who had a nice boss that was considerate and always thought to include him I her fashion decisions.

It could be worse, he could have someone who makes him run ridiculous errands, like walking their dog or taking their kids to get a haircut. All Isabelle made him do was type out emails, answer her phone calls, and get her lunch, while occasionally giving his two-sense when it came to her fashion line.

But today was one of those days when he was feeling bitter. He was still hoping to hear something back from FIT. He really wanted to be accepted their for next term so he could start down his path instead of being stuck in this rut of no pay and long hours.

He really did love working for Isabelle, he just wished the got more out of it than some experience. It would be nice to be paid and be able to go out into the city and do fun stuff. Live like a young college age student should do at his age.

And he really did like Elliott, but the other man just didn't seem that interested in him in that way. And he missed Blaine like crazy. He may have always acted like he didn't want Blaine anymore. But seeing how Rachel and Finn got back together, after all the shit they've gone through, just made him think about how he and Blaine could reconcile too.

He got back to typing as he thought about the choices he'd made so far. As much as he loved fashion, he still often thought about how much he missed singing. But he'd told himself a million times.

If he was meant to go down that path, he would've gotten accepted into NYADA. There would have been some sign that he's meant for music. But there wasn't. So he decided to pursue something he was equally good at, something he could have a career in.

He repeated that to himself and shook his head, squinting at the screen before redirecting another call that came into his headset.

Isabelle then came out not even five minutes after he finished an email to an editor at Pulp fashion magazine. Kurt smiled and stood up.

"Anything I can do for you Isabelle? You out of coffee? Need me to buy some more fabric?" Kurt asked as Isabelle chuckled and shook her head.

"No, no. Nothing like that. I just have some news for you. Come into my office." Isabelle grabbed his shoulder and gestured towards her office door.

Kurt nodded as his stomach filled with nerves. What could she possibly want with him? Usually when she wanted his fashion advice, she just brought the article of clothing out to his little desk by her door.

Kurt stood awkwardly in front of her desk as she took a seat, fears of being fired now running rampant throughout his mind.

"Go ahead and sit, Kurt. And don't look so afraid. This isn't anything bad. It's actually really good." Isabelle looked up, an amused look on her face as she saw his even paler face.

Kurt did as he was told, sitting carefully in one of the the black leather chairs opposite of Isabelle. He felt a little relieved that he wasn't being fired, but he was still nervous. It was very unusual for her to be so secretive.

Isabelle cleared her throat, settling her hands on the desk. "So Kurt. I want to start off by saying thank you. You've been the best assistant I've ever had. Not only because you do exactly as I ask, but you have one of the most wonderful and unique fashion senses I've ever seen."

Kurt blushed a little and smiled. "I had an excellent boss. I thank god I didn't get someone like Meryl Streep's character in the Devil Wears Prada." Kurt and Isabelle chuckled, both familiar with the movie.

"I must say Kurt, I'm going to really miss having you around." Isabelle sighed, making Kurt stop dead and the smile to slide off his face in seconds.

"W-what do you mean?" Kurt stuttered. So she was firing him. What the hell did he do to deserve getting fired?

"Oh my god, I just realize how cryptic that sounded." Isabelle shook her head, "No, this is great news for you Kurt. You're officially done being my assistant here at Vogue."

Kurt's eyes widened. "But if I'm not fired, then how are you letting me go?" He asked.

"I got you another job." Isabelle revealed, barely unable to contain her excitement. "It's a paid job over at Glamour magazine. You'll be working with one the most successful women in the industry right now. You'll only be her personal assistant of course, but you get paid. And she's agreed to start you off with twenty seven thousand a year."

Kurt was so silent you could have heard a freakin pin drop. On the one hand, he was going to miss Isabelle terribly. She had become such a good friend and mentor to him.

But on the other hand, this was his chance to move up. To be paid for his hard work and time. He hadn't even gone to school yet or gotten any kind of degree that showed he was any good at fashion.

"W-what? H-how?" Kurt shook his head, trying to comprehend what was going on. "How did you manage that? I have no credentials in fashion other than this internship."

"Well, as you may have noticed, I'm pretty influential in the fashion world. I typically get what I want. But the real thing that sold the deal was your talent. They saw some of the sketches of yours and that portfolio that got you the internship here. They were extremely impressed that you had such talent for such a young man." She explained, reaching into her desk drawer for something.

Kurt had no words, he didn't know what to say to properly thank her. "Isabelle, I don't know what to say. I can't believe you went to that much work to get this job for me."

And on the same day Finn gets his new job too. There must have been some luck on the air for the Hudson-Hummel's today.

Isabelle just smiled. "Her last assistant left so she needed someone new. And I knew you'd be the best man for the job. Reliable, consistent, and always organized. You're going to shine out there Kurt Hummel. And I have a feeling FIT will also see you as I do. You'll be going there by the fall."

She then handed him an envelope, with the Glamour logo in the top left corner. Holy shit. This was real, this was actually happening. He was going to get paid to be an assisstant to one of the top designers in all of New York City. He didn't know who it was yet, but from how Isabelle described her, she was obviously incredible.

Kurt shot up from his seat and moved around the desk to envelope Isabelle in a hug. She laughed a little but hugged him back.

"You have no idea how much this means to me. To know someone other than my family has this much faith in me. I won't let you down Isabelle, I'm going to prove everything you said right. I promise." Kurt squeezed her softly, feeling both excited and nostalgic.

"I have no doubts about that. Just don't forget little old Isabelle Wright and Vogue once you're a big shot fashion designer going country to country as models show off your work." She smiled as she pulled away, her hands resting on the his shoulders.

"I could never forget any of you guys here. You have all become like my second family the past few months. I'm going to have a hard time explaining this to Angela on the third floor. She's the one I eat lunch with." Kurt chucked, swiping his fingers under his eyes as all the emotions caught up with him.

"And hey, you have my cell number. You can always keep in touch that way. I want to hear how your first day goes." Isabelle held out her hand expectantly and gestured to his headset. Kurt handed it over.

"Of course. I'll text you during my lunch break." Kurt promised, holding the envelope tightly in his hand.

"Now get out of here and enjoy a little time off. You start this coming Monday so enjoy your weekend. You'll have little time off as a personal assisstant, but it'll pay off one day." Isabelle hugged him one more time and pushed him towards the door.

Kurt smiled and opened the door, "Thanks Isabelle. For everything. You've really been like my own personal fairy godmother."

"Anytime Kurt. Good luck out there." She waved, emotion in her own eyes. Kurt smiled softly and waved as he headed out the door, head held high.

Yeah he would miss Isabelle and all his friends here at Vogue, but what was ahead of him was a great opportunity. And he'd have to be a fool to pass that up.

"Kurt!" One of the interns from the fifth floor practically attacked him as she got onto the elevator next to him. "The interns have been buzzing with rumours about where you're being sent. So? Where are you going? Are you staying in New York?" She squealed.

"I'm being sent to Glamour magazine but I have no idea who I'm working for." Kurt and the interns eyes both zeroed in on the envelope he held up a moment later.

"I bet that'll tell you exactly who you're working for." The intern stared at the envelope, her eyes wide.

"Yeah." Kurt also stared at it, slowly turning it around and ripping it open.

He was practically shaking in excitement as he pulled the slip of paper out unfolding it.

"Well?" She asked excitedly as he read through the letter.

"Julie Westwood." Kurt said in a monotone voice, burning a hole in the paper with his eyes.

"Vivienne Westwood's bitchy daughter? The one whose last assisstant had a mental breakdown and was sent to a hospital?" She asked in disbelief.

Kurt just nodded.

"Wow." She rested a hand on his shoulder. "At least you'll get paid for what you do right? Its better than not being paid." She squeezed his arm. "I'm excited for you Kurt. Good luck out there." She walked out of the elevator.

And just like that, Kurt's excited turned into fear. Her last assisstant had a mental breakdown from all the stress and hardship Julie put her through. She was going to eat Kurt alive.

Wait, no. He couldn't think like that. He couldn't let another intern get into his head.

This was a great opportunity for him. He was going to work with a very influential fashion designer and get to watch her work. Sure he'd probably have to do ridiculous stuff and work long hours. But Isabelle was right, this would pay off in the end.

He stepped off the elevator, determined to keep his head held high as he tightened his messenger bag on his should. It'll be okay. It'll be okay.

He repeated that in his head the whole ride home. Hoping against hope that if he said it enough times, it would come true.

Finn straightened his t-shirt, trying to look as presentable as possible. His music theory professor had been in the accident this morning, and while he was okay, he had also cancelled class for the day so Finn was free to do what he liked.

He started his new job today and he was determined to lap a great impression. But he couldn't do it on an empty stomach right?

He'd texted Rachel and she said she couldn't make lunch today because she had to rehearse lines with a partner in her acting class. Santana was working and Kurt wasn't answering his phone. And then Justin had another class right after their normal theory class time.

Thus, he was venturing into the city alone, finding somewhere to eat lunch. And he was really, really craving pizza so he decided that their usual pizza place would be the best place to go.

He pushed his way through the front door and grinned at the familiar smell. This place was slowly becoming one of his favourites in New York.

He waved at a couple waiters and ordered himself a small pepperoni pizza. Figuring he could take it home and snack on it later if he didn't finish.

He had just sat down in one of the stools by the counter when there was a tap on his shoulder.

He turned to see a grinning Lila, her hair curled and resting on her shoulders.

"Hi Finn." She smiled affectionately at him and pat his back softly.

Finn smiled back and tried to pull away without really looking like he was trying to pull away. She may have had a crush on him that was most definitely one-sided, but he didn't want to hurt her feelings.

"What brings you back here?" She slipped onto the stool next to him.

"Ah well, I've quickly become obsessed with this place. Your dad makes the best pizza I've ever tasted." Finn chuckled, sipping his water.

"He's pretty fantastic at it. He's been in the pizza making business since he was a kid. His dad owned this shop before him." She nibbled on a piece of breadstick a waiter had placed next to her. "So I thought you had class at this time? You skipping mister?" She raised her eyebrows playfully.

Finn was a little confused. How did she even know his schedule? She was clearly waiting for a response so he pushed those suspicious thoughts aside and answered.

"Class was cancelled. My professor was a part of that bus crash on the Brooklyn Bridge."

"Oh geez." Her eyes widened. "Is he okay?"

Finn nodded and wiped his hands on his pants. "Yeah he's okay. He's just a little shaken up and has a minor concussion. But hey, it gives me more time to work on some homework."

Lila smiled and thanked the waiter as he handed her a cup of soda. "So my brother called you, right?" She asked.

"Which brother?" Finn inquired, wondering what she was getting at.

"Liam. About the music store job?" Lips questioned, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Uh yeah he called this morning. Said I got the job and he wants me to come in at three today to kinda start learning the ropes and stuff." Finn nodded, smiling.

Lila squealed, tossing her arms around a bewildered Finn's neck.

He patted her back awkwardly, unsure of how to deal with this situation without hurting her feelings. She was being way to affectionate in his opinion.

He pulled back as discreetly as he could and plastered a smile on his face. "Yeah I'm pretty excited. I've always loved music so this is a pretty perfect job for me." Finn rubbed the back of his neck, thanking the waiter as he brought Finn his three slices of meat lovers pizza.

"Me too. I was in my schools' choir in high school. I was their lead singer." She announced proudly.

"Wow, nice. I was the lead in my high schools' Glee club. We even won Nationals my senior year. We were the biggest bunch of misfits this side of the country." Finn chewed off a piece of pizza, thinking about the glee club with an enormous smile on his face.

He wondered how everyone was doing. Puck and Mercedes were still in LA, hopefully following all their dreams. Quinn was at Yale and Mike was at Joffery. But he was ashamed to admit he hadn't talked to any of them much lately. Not even Puck or Mike whom he was always very good friends with.

He always thought he'd be one of those people that stayed in touch with his friends after high school. But instead he'd been letting go of his old friendships for new ones and he couldn't explain why that made him feel so sad.

"Maybe we should sing together sometime. I bet our voices would meld pretty well together considering we were the leads in our respective schools." Lila licked her lips and smiled, snapping Finn out his thoughts with her words.

He wanted to shake his head. What?

Now, Finn could admit he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he could definitely tell when someone was flirting with him. And Lila was doing it shamelessly even though she knew full well he was with Rachel.

So he decided to take a little jab at that, remind her that he was with someone else and loved that person like crazy.

"Yeah maybe. Rachel and I kicked some major ass that year, but I haven't sung in a while. She was the lead too, you know. Together, we rocked that glee club and were pretty amazing leaders if I do say so myself. We killed it senior year during our rendition of Paradise by the Dashboard Light." Finn eyed her sideways, gauging her reaction at him mentioning Rachel so many times in one sentence.

Her smiled faltered a little and he could swear he saw a bit of anger flash through her eyes at the mention of Rachel. But seconds later she planted an obviously fake smile on her face. "Sounds like a dream."

He could feel the air get cold after that, and he wolfed down his pizza as fast as possible while she sat in silence next to him.

"Whoa, where's the fire?" Lila asked, giggling softly, her flirtatious flair returning after a few minutes.

"Work. I start at three, remember? I want to get there early, make a good impression." Finn explained, standing up and placing a few dollars' tip next to his plate for the waiter.

Lila nodded, standing up with him. "I'll see you soon then?" Lila asked hopefully, looking up at him through hooded eyes.

Finn flinched a little, hiding his face from her to hide his reaction. He most certainly did not want to see her again. Her flirting was starting to make him a little uncomfortable and he knew Rachel would not be happy if he continued to see and hang out with Lila.

"Yeah maybe." He landed on a response, smiling over at her as he swung his bag over his shoulder, waving as he retreated out of the restaurant.

She watched him go, waving back enthusiastically until he could see her anymore.

Man, that was weird. She just kept popping up in places. Everywhere he went it felt like she was there too. It was incredibly unnerving.

But he shrugged it off. Maybe she just had a huge crush on him. It was nothing he hadn't handled before right? He didn't want to sound all cocky, but there were a lot of girls in high school that had crushes on him.

Maybe they actually liked, maybe they only liked how popular he was. Either way he'd dealt with his fair share of one-sided crushes.

Besides, he had more important matters to worry about. Like starting his new job in less than an hour.

He had to admit he'd never been this nervous before. Well, only once and that was when he had asked Rachel to marry him. That was a totally different situation though.

He gulped as he walked up to the place fifteen minutes later, looking up at the logo that was surrounded by fake guitars and drumsticks.

"Here we go." Finn muttered to himself, blowing out his lips as he pushed through the front door of the shop.

"So what's he going to do? Having Blaine out here starting this summer can't be easy for him. After everything that happened between them." Finn sighed, closing his eyes at Rachel's touch.

They were currently laying on their bed, watching Hoarders with his head laying in her lap. She was running her hands through his unruly hair as they chatted idly about some news Artie had just broke to them.

Artie, Sam, and Blaine were coming out right after graduation to settle into their new apartment. And it was obvious that they were going to come and see the four of them at the loft.

Because as awkward as it was for Kurt and Blaine, they were all still friends with each other. And they did need to be inducted into the city like Rachel, Kurt, and Santana did for Finn.

"He said he's nervous to see him again. Especially since word got out on Facebook that he and Elliott are dating. Which is obviously not true. But they are pretty close. And even I have to admit I thought they were dating after some pictures they posted." Rachel smoothed her fingers over his eyebrows, making him chuckle softly.

"I thought so too. I was actually sort of hoping they were. Both he and Santana have been kinda sad lately. I think they were just so accustomed to having someone to keep their beds warm. Kurt deserves someone like Elliott." Finn took his attention off the tv to look up at his girlfriend with a smile.

"He does. And I wish they'd get out of their own way and just realize they like each other. Kurt needs someone who's spontaneous and different than him. Someone to balance him out." Rachel but her lip thoughtfully that crazy glint in her eye.

"Oh no. I know what that look means. You stay out of Kurt's love life Rach. He will not be happy if you try to set them up and play Cupid." Finn warned her sternly, lifting an eyebrow at her.

Rachel slapped his chest, her look one of pure outrage. "Excuse me, Finnegan. I happen to make a very good Cupid. I once set up my friend with a boy in the fifth grade." She said snootily, lifting her nose at him while he laughed.

"Oh really? And what happened after that?" He asked, smirking when a light blush came over her face.

"That's not important. The point is.." Rachel started, huffing.

"I'd say it's very important. What happened? They break up and never talk to you again?" Finn asked, amused by her stubbornness.

"No. He humiliated her and left her alone in a parking lot, covered in hot sauce." Rachel mumbled. "How was I supposed to know he was a douche? Doesn't mean I didn't do a good job of setting them up." She pouted, crossing her arms.

She glared down at him as he laughed hard, holding his stomach. "Are you laughing at me, Finn Hudson?" She huffed again.

He schooled his features, a slight smirk on his face. "Nope. No way. I'd never do that."

She rolled her eyes at him, flicking his nose. "Whatever. You're just lucky I love you."

He smiled, grabbing her hand and kissing it. "And I love you."

She pulled his head back into her lap, running her fingers through his hair again. "Now back to Kurt."

"Right, right. I say we just let them deal with it. We'll see how they initially interact with each other. If it's weird, we'll know to do our best to keep them away for a while. We'll play it by ear. Sound good?" He compromised.

She sighed dramatically. "Alright fine you've got a deal." They shook hands on it and Finn went back to closing his eyes and enjoying his girlfriends' ministrations.

"You know, having to deal with al this, it really makes me feel even more relieved I have you again. I was pretty much the same way when I lost you. And only you could make me the same person I once was." She teased, both of them knowing there was some truth to her words.

Because he was the same way too. He was a much sadder, directionless person when she wasn't around to make his world brighter. And he knows you shouldn't base your happiness around one person because that's like, unhealthy or whatever. But he couldn't help how happy she made him. And his life was just brighter when Rachel Berry was in it.

"I know how you feel baby." Finn looked at her and rubbed her cheek. They were silent for a moment as they gazed affectionately at each other, the tv in the background the only noice in the otherwise silent apartment.

He didn't want to bring it up, but he figured Rachel should know. "Hey babe? I have something tell you." He said softly, calmed when she looked down at him serenely and nodded.

He licked his lips. "I ran into Lila again today, at the pizza place before work. And uh, she was flirting with me and stuff. I just thought you should know. In case someone sees and decides to say something to make me look bad." He sighed. "But you should know I shut her down each time. I did everything I could to make her see that I wasn't interested. I even mentioned you several times."

Rachel looked down. "Yeah, I uh. I actually know about that." She looked him straight in the eye.

"What? Who told you?" He asked, a little shocked to be honest. This was a huge city and they really didn't know that many people. It was hard to believe there was someone they know that was exactly where Finn was at the right time.

"Brody. He told me in dance class today. I didn't fully believe him, because he's Brody and I know he'd do anything he could to make sure you and I break up. So I told him that it was ridiculous. That you'd never flirt with someone else when you have me. He of course, thought I was being naive. He said you'd lie to me about it." She played with his hair a little more.

Finn seethed. Of course that fucking idiot would say shit like that. Probably told her he was flirting right back. He should've known. Brody probably had someone trailing Finn to keep an eye on him and catch when he does something that could potentially be turned into something else against him. Dickwad.

"You know whatever he said was a pile of horseshit. I would never cheat on you Rachel. I wouldn't go through all this to get you back only to flirt with someone else." Finn sat up, looking straight at her.

Rachel smiled a little. "I know you wouldn't Finn. And I told myself that if you came clean about it, you had nothing to hide. Not that I ever doubted you anyways." She rested her hand on his chest.

Finn grinned at her words, his heart lifting. "Good. Because our life together is just beginning. I have a new job that went swimmingly today and I'm going to school. You're kicking ass at NYADA and sooner or later you're going to get a part on Broadway. I won't ever do anything to fuck that up. I promise." He sealed his promise with a kiss, making her giggle as he pushed his tongue into her mouth.

They rolled around the bed, laughing against each others' lips as they made out like horny teenagers. Only stopping when Kurt came home and screeched at them to stop before they gave him nightmares.

After that they fell asleep shortly after, tired from such a long day and waiting for the moment when life would fall into place, and they could just go through everyday life without people trying to get in their way.

Who knows? Maybe Finn's job was the start of a more domestic life together. Because that, that was something they both wanted more than anything in the world.

Yay! Another happy Finchel chapter! I really am a sucker for domestic Finchel. Hope everyone enjoyed this chapter!

What do you think about Lila? Think she's up to something sinister? And how do you think Brody is following Finn's every move? How does he know what Finn was up to? Stayed tuned for more drama!

And coming up, Blaine, Sam, and Artie join them in New York! Are you guys excited for them to come to NY?

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