A/N: I was listening to the song and thought of a thing and it became this drabble. It's supernatural!finchel of course, because c'mon.. I'm CJ.
someday we'll get to that place (where we really want to be)
(based on Tamia's 'Stranger in my House')
To be honest, nothing had really changed. She was really home.
Everything looked the same. His shoes were tossed carelessly inside the door, the picture of them with her tip-toeing up to kiss the scruff on his cheek is on the table just inside the front door, his keys were on-top of the fridge (she had to peek, to be sure – he'd started putting them there after her first accident on the bike and he knew she couldn't reach them without a stool, but whatever), her tote was slung over the kitchen door and her bright yellow polka-dot umbrella was just inside the kitchen door; it had rained the day… before. She remembers.
The house is quiet though, which is surprising seeing it rarely was when either one of them was home. Either she'd be singing or he'd be playing drums or Noah was watching the game or she and Santana would be arguing over clothes with Kurt and Mercedes.
She likes the quiet, it's strangely comfortable, but if she could have the boisterous comfort of her family, she'd take it in a heartbeat.
Still.
It's not like she has much choice in the matter anyway, so she'll take what she can get.
She ventures deeper into the house, past the empty music room and Finn's office, the carpet beneath her toes feel sinfully comfortable, and flashes of memories where she and Finn had.. lingered… It's overwhelming and she pauses, hand on the wall nearest their bedroom door. The second bedroom is just a few steps away from her and it feels like something is tearing away at her insides the more she looks at it. She pulls her eyes away, swallowing the feeling and rests her fingers on the doorknob to their bedroom, her fingers unnaturally pale against the wooden door. She takes a deep breath, steeling her nerves and pushes it open.
He's asleep, hand thrown over his bare chest. His hair is its usual messiness, and more than several days of scruff creeping over his face. He looks so young, just like the fifteen year-old boy she had fallen in love with all those years ago and a sliver of fear skitters over her spine when she realizes… she'd never grow old with him, she'd never have his babies – a girl with eyes like his and a little boy with his smile. She'd never get to go to all the place they'd talk about going and she'd never have any more lazy summers and winters where they'd spend all day in bed pointing at pictures from days in their pasts.
She stands there and just drinks in the sight and smell of him, letting every memory they'd had together wash over her before she reaches a hand out, her fingers tracing the worry line from his forehead. They disappear as her skin makes contact with his, and the stress and pain etched across his face melts away, right as he opens his amber eyes to blink sleepily up at her.
"Rach?"
Her heart shatters into little pieces at the sound of her name and she blinks away the tears, bending to kiss his cheek.
Finn sits up, clicking on the lamp beside the bed. A smile steals its way across his face and he reaches out for her, pulling her into the warmth of his arms.
"Babe? How come you're home already?"
She snuggles up to him, resting her cheek against his chest, tears springing to her eyes as she listens to his heartbeat.
He yawns. "Why didn't you call me to come pick you up?"
She can't talk, what could – can she say?
"Rach?" He rubs his hands over her arms, resting his chin on the top of her head. "Babe, why're you so cold?"
He pulls up the blanket to cover them both, shifting on the bed so his body was curled around hers, offering some, if not all, of his warmth.
Her Finn. Her safe, brave, loveable – alive - Finn.
"Can we go to sleep? I'm tired, I just – hold me while I sleep?" she manages to get out. It's barely a whisper, but she feels him nod, and wrap her closer in his arms.
"M'kay," he murmurs sleepily. He kisses her hair and reaches over to click the light off.
"I love you Finn."
She feels his lips move over her hair, and she imagines his sleepily smile. "Love you forever Rach."
She rests her fingers over his skin, memorizing his heartbeat as he tapers off to sleep. She pulls up every happy memory they've had together and she watches her fingers glow as her thoughts flow from her fingertips into his skin. She lets her tears wet his skin, peeking up at his face, wishing she could glimpse his dreams.
She hopes he's happy, wherever his mind is. She hopes he's dreaming of her. She doesn't want him to be sad – of every single person she knows, Finn's the best of them. He deserves a lifetime of happiness, and it kills her that she won't be alive to see him get that.
She whispers to him, while he sleeps. Makes him promise her he'll be happy. That he'll find happiness after her. She doesn't want him to forget her, but she doesn't want him to be alone. One day he'll have the little girl with his eyes and a little boy with his smile.
She makes him promise to look after his brother and their parents. And Santana and Puck and Mercedes. She can't say her goodbyes to everyone, and the only person she wants to say goodbye to, she was right here in his arms.
She has until daybreak, when her wish ends. One last time in the best place she knows, and as cliché as it sounds, being Finn's arms is where she wants to spend the rest of her life. Literally.
She watches him sleep until dawn creeps over the horizon, as the worry lines slowly make their way back onto his face. She touches his brow and as usual, they disappear. She presses her lips to his, almost desperate to cling to him, to hold onto this moment, as reality wraps it cold hand around her heart.
She's pulled away though, yanked through the threads of dawn pushing away the night, welcoming the newness.
She feels the heat on her face, drying her dirty tears, hears the screams of the other people as the plane goes down. She keeps her eyes closed, no longer afraid of the inevitable, because really, she's not dying alone.
She's safe and sound in the safest place she knows.
A/N2: (why does this seem like something that will need to be expanded tho? Egads!)