Rachel's POV
What had just happened? Finn had just said he was in love with me. This had to be a joke. Finn was the kind of guy that dated all of the cheerleaders, and who hung out with the popular crowd. I was just the girl in the back of the room, who noone noticed, until I opened my mouth. The only time people ever talked to me was if they were saying how bossy and cocky I was. But I never listened to them, so what if I was cocky? I had the right to be. I was also the girl that got a slushie facial almost everyday. There was no way I could be Finn's type.
I shook my head. "No your not Finn." I wanted what I had just said to be a lie so much. I truly loved Finn. The past week the band had become inseperable. We spent every moment outside of school together, and even when we were in school I secretly texted the guys. Puck had almost never responded, Artie responded usually with one word answers, but Finn always responded and we could carry on a conversation for hours upon hours. We talked about my dreams, his dreams, our families, our friends, and everything in between. Every now and then Finn would put in a smiley face, which always made me smile and think of if he was smiling. That cute smile he always did, he would lift one corner of his mouth, forming a side smile.
"Rachel" He interrupted my thoughts. "I do love you, I love everything about you. The way you laugh, your smile, the way you take normal things and turn them into perverted things that I can never look at the same way again, and I love the way your not afraid to try to reach your dreams." He stepped closer to me. My heart did ten flips. We were only six inches apart now. I could feel the heat of his body. He was always so warm, like my own personal heater. Suddenly I realized how wrong his whole thing was. He was my band mate, not just some guy I met in school. I had always promised myself I would not get into a relationship with one of my band members. If we were to break up, we might pull the band apart.
I stepped back towards the bed, gathered my things and ran into the bathroom. Tears formed in my eyes. Of all people why did me and Finn have to fall in love. A tear fell off of my eyelash and onto my cheek, streaming down my face. I wiped it away quickly. No, I couldn't do this. I wasn't about to sit in Artie's bathroom, and feel sorry for myself. I stammered over to the bathroom counter and set down the clothes Finn had given me, and then pulled up the jersey. I pulled off my pink sweater and put in on the counter. I pulled the jersey over my head and onto my body. The jersey swallowed me, it could have been a night gown. I looked at the sweat pants Finn had given me. They would probably fall off of me. I looked down at my skirt and remembered that I had worn soft short underneath it. I pulled my skirt down and put it on top of my sweater, then looked in the mirror. Yeah, this would work fine. I brushed my hair out, and then headed back downstairs to where the boys were.
I looked around and saw Finn passed out on the air mattress that Artie had put there earlier. There were no empty spots left on the couch so I would have to sleep next to Finn. I sighed and layed down next to him. It was a good thing I was small because Finn took up more then half of the air mattress with his ignoramus body. It only took me 5 minutes to fall to sleep.
My whole night was filled with dreams about Finn. One of the dreams I couldn't shake from my mind. It was me walking through the halls. Finn had come up to me and thrown a blue raspberry slushie in my face, then walked the opposite way. "Why would you do that Finn?" I screamed after him.
He turned around and glared at me. "Because you broke my heart Rachel." And then he walked away, with tear filled eyes. Once I had that dream I shot up. My heart ached. How could I do this to Finn? I loved him too, so why would I not say it back. I knew the answer to that though. I couldn't tell Finn I loved him, it was for the good of the band. I looked around and saw that Finn was nowhere to be found, and that Artie and Puck were gathered around the computer.
"Where's Finn?" I asked, puzzled.
"He went home, said he wasn't feeling too good." Artie had answered. I sighed. My dream was right. I had broken his heart. I could never forgive myself for hurting him like that. Maybe one day I would tell him how I really felt, but by then, it would probably be too late.