Her shows consume her life once more, realizing that she has less and less time to spend with Finn. It's only fair, really. She's taken so many days off lately that people probably think that Tina's the true star of the show instead of her. She returns to the show with the cast abuzz about her nomination and her new boyfriend that she's seemed to gain simultaneously, even Quinn telling her that it's a good thing, only smiles coming from her. The girls seem to get along famously, spending more time with each other than ever.
Rachel knows that she won't be able to see Finn until next Monday, so she knows that she's going to use a different way to keep in touch with him than most girls. She doesn't want to be known as the clingy girlfriend that calls and texts or plans Skype dates every day at a specific time. She wants it to feel real and genuine, from the heart. And, of course, being Rachel Berry, she goes out to the card store and buys a new set of gel pens. She'll write each letter in a different color.
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Tuesday, May 10th
Dearest Finn,
I thought this would be the most fun way to let you know about everything going on without having to call you. I've always thought a letter adds a personal touch that calling just doesn't anyway, don't you? I just wanted to thank you for everything on Saturday – and Sunday morning, I guess. :) I've never met anyone who's been so chivalrous and darling and admirable, and I love you so much for that, Finn, I really do. I hope you have a great day today, sweetie. I love you.
Rachel*
Wednesday, May 11th
I thought now would be the perfect time to let you know that I went out and bought special pens for this whole writing thing I'm doing with you! I'm changing the colors of the pens for each day this week (I'm saving blue for Friday, don't worry). While I'm on the subject of your favorite color, what's your favorite movie? I've decided to rent it so we can watch it together on Monday night. I think you've handled enough of my movie musicals to deserve to watch a movie of your own. Just not Die Hard, please. I don't like that one very much.
Love, Rachel*
Thursday, May 12th
I hope these letters haven't been inconvenient for you. I just think that giving you a hand-written letter is much more romantic than calling you or texting you, don't you think? I can just see you now, sitting at your desk and getting one of my pink envelopes on your desk each morning and having it make you smile… I love you, alright? I always want you to remember that, Finn. I love you, and nothing's going to change that.
Love, Rachel*
Friday, May 13th
Dearest Finn,
I just wanted to let you know that I'm beyond paranoid today. It's Friday the 13th! I've never performed on a Friday the 13th before! Part of me really wants you in the audience so I know that I know someone out there, but I completely understand if you can't make it. Just know that I've been throwing salt over my shoulder and I've been wearing a horseshoe necklace all day. I even went and bought a four leaf clover at this one store and I've been carrying it in my wallet. Part of me feels that if I have you, though, I'll be alright. You'll always be there in spirit for me, right? :)
Lots of Love, Rachel*
P.S: Didn't you notice my blue gel pen?
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Finn can't help but laugh at each one of the letters he receives from Rachel, each one cuter and better than the last. He really can't understand why he's lucky enough to have her. She's perfection in a five foot-two package, and reading her letters only makes him want her more.
And yet he feels like he's helped her a great deal with the edit made to his article. It should open the eyes of the readers and hopefully of Rachel, as well. She's his, but she's stubborn. He's noticed that from the day he met her.
He thinks about her at work, wondering how she really is doing. Her letters seem to ring true, but she's never lied to him before. He has no doubt in his mind that she's doing alright.
Besides, each time he starts to miss her, Finn just looks out of the window from his cubicle and sees her picture on the billboard that hangs over the city, her picture looking back at him and reminding him of how he gets to have her all over again on Monday. They'll have crazy amazing sex and he'll get to cook dinner for her and she'll probably sing herself to sleep like she does all of the time, and things will be back to normal. He misses her far too much than he should.
