"It took you two long enough." Santana said about twenty minutes later, when Finn and Puck finally tracked her down.
Santana pushed herself off the wall she was leaning on, smirking as she strutted up to the boys. She wrapped a slender arm around Puck's waist, eyeing him up and down "I like this one. Better then the last body you found." She cooed, before turning to Finn, the smirking slowly becoming a full fledged smile "You can't stay away from the tall ones, can you, Finn?" She laughed, rolling her eyes.
Finn laughed a bit too. "Can you blame me? It reminds me of the old me." He noted, looking away quickly as Santana's smile started to fade.
She didn't like him talking about how he used to be.
"You gave it up, remember?" She pointed out one day when Finn mentioned his old life.
The trio were in Reno, sitting on a rooftop, looking down at the people below them, walking through the streets, none of them looking up to see three teens not too far above. Finn noted that he wasn't far from home, and made passing comment on stopping by.
"There's nothing there for you, Finn. You gave it up for this, a long time ago. Long before we ever did." Santana countered, gesturing to Puck, who just took a swig out of the bottle of Jack Daniels they were all sharing. "So why would you ever go back?"
Finn had mumbled out a "I wasn't serious." Before snatching the bottle from Puck and taking a long swig out of it, avoiding Santana's questioning gaze.
"Come on. Let's get going. We have jobs to do." Puck was the one who broke the awkward silence. "If we don't start by tomorrow, Bryan will lose it."
Finn nodded in agreement. "He's right. Let's go." Turning, Finn maneuvered his way through the groups of people to the door, his friends close behind him.
He saw her a few hours later.
Okay, he didn't see her, he heard her first, but still.
Santana was in the middle of talking a man named Matt, and Puck was off who knows where, and Finn was told to stay close to Santana, in case she couldn't sell her pitch to Matt. Though, by the looks of it, Santana would have no problem.
Matt was busy staring down the body Santana was using, and Finn couldn't blame him. Santana always picked the sexiest bodies she could find. Even if it meant body hopping now and then, which Finn and Puck found just stupid.
"They need to be perfect. No weird scars, or moles, no idiotic tattoos they clearly got while drunk." Santana once told them, waving her hands in the air to indicate that there was more to be added to the list.
Santana leaned forward to whisper something in Matt's ear, and Finn heard a sudden squeal and giggle. Raising an eyebrow, Finn scanned the crowded Central Park, looking for the source. He heard more giggling, and he got up from his bench, walking, following the laughter.
A few feet later, Finn found it. Hanging upside down in a tree, dark hair and arms dangling down, a teenage girl was laughing as she swung back and forth, the biggest smile plastered on her face. Finn couldn't help but smile back.
"Whatcha doing?"
The girl jumped at the question, noticing Finn looking up at her. The girl grinned more, if that was possible, and tried to shrug. "Just... hanging!" she answered, giggling again.
Finn laughed a little too. "I see that. Why?"
"Why not?"
"Good point." Finn said, nodding in acceptance.
"Want to hang with me?" The girl asked, sounding hopeful.
"No, no, I don't think so. I'm not ten." Finn replied.
"I'm not ten either!" The girl cried, furrowing her brows. "I'm, uh, sixteen. I just wanted to let loose, have some fun." The girl then scrambled to grab the branch before jumping down on her feet. "It's not bad to let loose."
"No, it's not." Finn agreed, stepping closer to the girl. He smiled again "I just don't find fun in trees?"
"Well, what do you find fun in?" The girl asked, putting her hands on her hips and looking up at Finn. She was much, much shorter. He stifled a laugh.
"I would tell you, but something makes me doubt you'd find anything I do fun." Finn responded, shrugging.
"How would you know? You don't even know who I am."
"Good point, again." Giving the short girl his best winning smile, Finn extended his hand. "The names Finn."
The girl looked down at Finn's hand and back to him, eyebrow raised. "Rachel..." She said slowly, extending her how hand as slowly.
Just before she grabbed it, Finn heard Puck shout out his name. Sighing, Finn looked over his shoulder, seeing Puck walking up "Yeah yeah yeah, hang on." Lowering his hand, Finn gave Rachel an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I have work to do. I have to go."
"Oh, alright..." Rachel said, frowning "Maybe I'll see you later."
"Doubt it. It's New York City. You rarely run into people twice." Finn said.
"Well, I'll be here all day. So, if you want to, you know where to find me." Rachel said, and turned to climb up the tree.
"Alright. So I guess I will see you later." Finn noted, turning on his heel and walking to Puck. He took one look back at Rachel, who was perched on the branch, watching the two.
The sun was behind her, bright as ever, especially on a day as nice as this. It illuminated her, casting a perfect shadow on the grass. Finn could make out her smile again, and couldn't help that, with the sunlight hitting her like that, she looked downright angelic. Finn laughed and shook his head at that though, following Puck back to Santana.
This is lame but I'm tired and going away for the weekend, and I want to try and get an update each weekend if I can. It;s a bit of a filler, the next part will be better, promise.
