She woke up to a bright room, again, and a man hugging her cold body close to his warm one. The small smile on his lips made her tingle with excitement, and she cuddled back in, listening to his heart beating ever so peacefully underneath his chest. She breathed in time with the slow drum of his heart, and she felt at ease. Again, she fell asleep, trying to ignore the withdrawal symptoms she'd be having soon. One can only go so long without the thing she desires the most, without the harsh snap of the tongue, and without the world spinning around. She grasps his shirt, and gasps for air, seeing how bright everything is. Clear eyes show the world harshly though, and she remembers the stinging words, the harsh snap of the tongue, and the world spinning round and round. The hazy fog has been lifted, and she wants it back.

He groans, getting up, only to see that a young woman around his age is on top of him. He looks dazed for a second, but soon she is greeted with a warm smile, and he knows it's her. She is whimpering, sweat forming once more on her smooth skin. He kisses her forehead, and feels how not her it's like. The smell of strawberries has left her skin, and there's not a hint of glowing warmth. He frowns, but quickly looses the expression when she notices it. He runs his hand through her hair, shushing her. It'd be better if she slept when he filled out the paper work, seeing as he knew nothing and would have to steal her phone (does she even have one?) to get some information. But, she is wide awake, and shaking.

"Where is my needle?" Her voice quivers, slightly. Her eyes are red from crying, and from lack of sleep, but they're still that warm brown that looks inside you, and warms you up from the tips of your toes all the way to the top of your head, and they still make his heart glow. He still feels that way whenever he sees her. Of course, he ignores the light inside him, and asks if she wants some coffee. Her eyes sparkle, and he knows coffee is a luxury she can't afford (does her money go to her needle?) and he gets her a cup.

"You drink it with a splash of half and half with two packets of sugar still?" She nods, eagerly, and he makes the drink willingly. The cup he holds he is still holding in her shaking hands. She grins, and takes a sip, not noticing how hot it is. On accident, she drops the cup, but he catches it, skillfully. Not a drop comes out, and she stares in awe.

"Okay, Rachel, I'm going to ask you some questions." He tells her. She nods, and he gets out the sheet of paper.

After going through certain things, like social security number, where she lives (or use to live, in this case. He writes down his apartment address) and he asks how long as she been a junkie.

She answers with a few names, but not a date. She thinks back, but can't remember. She becomes scared, because where the hell as her life gone, and she starts to cry, because her head is pounding, and her heart is racing and she dropped the damn coffee cup. He sets down the paper, and takes her into his big arms, and wraps his arms around her too tiny waist, and kisses her forehead, saying everything was going to be okay, though he didn't know if it was. But she believed he'd fix her, and she couldn't help but believe him.

"I'm taking you to this place. Okay? I'll visit, but you're going to have to get by without me. It'll help you get past eth physical stuff, alrighty?" She nods, and he sweeps her up. Her body fits perfectly into his, and a dirty part of her wonder's about the other places she'd fit into. But, she can't think those thoughts because she doesn't know his name, and he knows hers. It's odd, but a part of her doesn't want to know his name, because he's just some stranger.

He calls for a taxi, but its rush hour and there's not a taxi to be filled. He curses under his breath, and with her still in his arms, they head back to his apartment. She shakes again, not from emotions, but from the need of the substance that contains her whole. She begs, and he says no. She screams, and he doesn't kiss her forehead this time, but instead, takes her harsh words and rips up the picture of them in Glee, so it's just them and no one else. He throws her the picture, but doesn't kick her out.

He sees her stare, in awe, of who they are. She traces their faces, and looks at their glowing skin. He stares at her as she cries and wails, and holds herself close to her shaking body and watches her heave in the sink. But, whenever she looks at that picture, a ghost of a smile comes back on her face, and he remembers the innocence that use to be there. He smiles, and watches her clutch that picture like a lifeline. He watches her chest rise and fall, with no particular rhythm. He brings the blanket to her again, and puts it over her as she shivers. She looks up, still in a sleepy mode, and smiles.

"My name is Finn Hudson." He tells her, and she smiles in her sleep again. A part of him wants to capture that smile, and keep it forever. But, instead of capturing it, he goes to his room, and falls asleep. He wants to love her again, but she's broken beyond repair right now and needs help. He'll do everything to help her, but there was a time when he was the one who needed her.

This isn't high school anymore, he scolds himself. But the social hierarchy remained the same. He was doing well for living in NYC. A little richer than most, but nothing to be boasting about. She was still the bottom of the heap. But, he didn't care. Even though it was too early to be awake in the morning, he couldn't sleep, and watched her chest fall up and down as she slept and dreamed wild dreams about him. He didn't know about the dreams, but watching her sleep peacefully, picture still in her hands, was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in a long, long time.

He kissed her cheek, and whispered softly in her ears.

"I love you."

And Finn Hudson softly sang into Rachel Berry's ears.

"I'll stand by you."

Thanks for reading so far everyone! I have decided this will be a fourshot story (only one more chapter, and then I just have to put them up!) Anyways, yet again, thanks to my lovely dear, Tribbith, for reading this, and just being plain awesome:) (if you all haven't checked out her stories, they are major Finchel loving). I am also giving another author a loving shoutout, Egyouppt
who has written a great Finchel sex story called 'Utilities', I highly suggest you all read it, as it is funny and witty as it is sexy and hot:)

Have a great rest of the day everyone!

-Madi