Babe, they whisper, you're too pretty to be standing there alone. Come closer, they take a sip, and sing us a little song. They watch her body move to the music, and they watch her ass go up and down. They listen to her sing beautifully, but there is something missing, oh yes, there is something missing. They watch her, and they give her all she wants, only to send it tumbling from her once more, only to give her a little this or a little that, just to satisfy their needs. She doesn't go big, mostly an Off-Broadway starlet, but she smiles and she waves and she accepts their gin filled kisses, and their passionate nights and the slaps and the sneers and the words that go with them. They give her something to keep her energized, and they give her their gin filled kisses, and then they give her some more. They give her the rum when she needs to be mellow, and they give her the junk when she needs to see. They give her everything, and then tear her down so they feel in control. But, she gets to sing, so she's wining, right? No, not really. It's mostly lies that they feed her in their gin filled kisses that make everything better, and it's the sadness that tears her down.

She wakes up, and notices her mouth doesn't taste of their gin filled kisses, but of puke and coffee. She looks around, and sees a man coming to her. His touch is soft, and she takes it, and the strands of last night's song leave her head. She places her head in his chest, and cries, her knees shaking, and her body shaking. He kisses her head, and they go to the place he told her about. She watches him sign her in, and when they ask how he knows her, he shrugs and says, "Old friend." But the way he says it makes her wonder if they were ever friends. They take her, and she feels herself becoming different, again, but he visits, now and again.

She remembers his name, it's on the tip of her tongue one day and when he leaves, she says it.

"Finn."

And he hears her, but doesn't turn around. He doesn't, because he doesn't want to know her, she thinks. He's no better than those gin filled kisses. In fact, he's worse because one night, many nights ago, he told her he loved her. But, this wouldn't have been so complicated if she didn't love him right back. So, she takes her medication, she listens without hearing the words, and when she is gone from that place, she marches up to him, and smacks his face.

"What the hell?" He asks, and sees her. She is fuming, but her skin glows, and her eyes are no longer clouded. She smirks, just a little, and he starts to hear her rant, and he feels like they're back in high school (and for all it's worth, they could be. It certainly seems like that some days.)

"You just leave me there, and you just wanted me, and you love me and goddamnit it Finn, I still love you. I never wanted to do that with Puck, I just wanted it to be the pain that I felt, even though it was mostly jealousy surging through me. I was jealous of Santana because she got to have you, for one night. I wanted to be Santana, because that would have meant you chose me over all of them. You once shrugged off saying I wasn't as hot as all the other girls, and I thought it was because you just wanted them. But, god Finn, if I could take back any moment, it'd be telling you how much I loved you. And maybe, everything would be different, and then I wouldn't like you and you'd be in love with Quinn instead of some fuck up talking to you now. Is that what you want?"

She felt his lips on her, and his hand cupping her face. There was passion coming through, and the way he held her close to his body was the way she always wanted him to hold her. She kissed back, her lips tingling, her tongue roaming into his. Rain fell over them, but it didn't bother them. They were too caught up in the way the other felt to them, the way their tongues danced in their mouth, the way his hand caressed her face, the way her hands twisted in his hair. They kissed till their lips were chapped, and when they broke away, they were both soaked to the bone.

"If I didn't love you, would I have kissed you?" He asked, grinning. She grinned back, and leaped on him for a hug. He hugged back, drinking in the scent that was her. Her scent was rain water; her scent was the strawberry lip gloss she preferred; her scent was the sterile clean scent of a lemony fresh rehabilitation center; her scent was the one that made his heart go faster, made the world not revolve around him, but of what they could become.

Hand in hand, they walked to his apartment, and when they got there, it'd take more than the forces of anyone to tear them apart. She dropped her coat, and he dropped his. They stared at one another, and when their lips touched, they caressed and stripped and rolled together, touching and loving and saying one another's name. It may have been too fast for some, but this is something they had wanted to do since they fell in love. He wanted her; she wanted him.

It was not either one of their firsts, but it was the first time they could tell the other, 'I love you' and mean it with all their heart, their souls and their minds. They stayed together, a ring on her finger, and it was simple. Simple, beautiful and loving.

One day, he started to slip away.

And she knew what he was experiencing when she was the one who was gone. He'd wake up, and accuse her of little things, such as where the remote was, or who took his coffee cup. She'd calm him down, but there was little they could do.

One night, she sang to him, and he talked about the girl in high school like she wasn't there.

She cried herself to sleep that night, and he didn't comfort her.

Rachel Berry was scared for Finn Hudson.

How things have changed.

CLIFFHANGER! RAWR! Yes, I am being evil and cliffhangering you all to the ends of the earth. Be glad that the next chapter is written, and I know what I'm going to do with it:) The last chapter will be up tomorrow. THanks so much for reading this little fourshot. I am planning to do a Finchel story one day. Right now, I'm going back to a writer's block, so BOO!:( But, thanks for reading and keep on reviewing! Makes my day very very happy and wonderful and super aweshome my dears!

-Madi