First of all let me apologize for the huge delay between chapters, not only am I a lazy lady when I'm not actually working, the recent events on the show let me dubious concerning the future of Finchel which depressed me more than I'd like to admit...

Anyway, here we are again and I hope this 5 weeks gap isn't too hard on you.

I want to dedicate this chapter to ScottHenson650 who took the time to answer my tweet about his character on the show.

And as always huge thanks to SLopez (who doesn't have to thank me for thanking her… she'll know what I mean ;) ) without her nothing would be written! or everything would be filled with "girl for whom english is not the first language" mistakes! I love you!

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Glee, I even give them money when I buy their merchandizing… so that belongs to Fox and Ryan Murphy and Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowlings.

Here goes Invisible chapter 5: Finn

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Quinn was on mode "queen bee" again. She was meaner, more condescending towards everyone and, as far as Finn was concerned, one more case of patronizing from her and he was out of here. He hadn't said a word as of yet but the more it went the more he actually wanted to slap her.

He didn't know how to get out of the relationship. Not when he had been so ardent to give it another try. He'd chased Quinn for a couple of weeks after the championship game, had finally managed to get her to kiss him but ultimately, as she had chosen Sam over him it had just renewed his interest, or had it? He still couldn't place how it had all happened…

She had turned him down to get back with Sam. Not that she had actually ended things with the blonde guy in the first place, but at least now Finn wasn't the only one that had been cheated on, and somehow it was a little comforting, even if he wasn't exactly proud of it. After that things were kind of blurry. How it had started again? When? Finn couldn't even remember. He remembered making out with her, talking about prom, hiding things for obscure reasons, talking about prom some more... Somehow, if he had to summarize the whole relationship, talking about prom was all there was to remember. And he couldn't care less about prom.

To be honest he didn't care much about 'scary Quinn' either, and at the moment he didn't care much about Quinn, period. The more he tried to think about what they had the more he went back to what had happened last year.

He hadn't forgotten a thing and the more time he spent with her the more he actually remembered. Had he forgiven? The truth was that time had passed, and with it the memories had faded. Now they were right into focus again and even if it had stopped hurting, he was still pissed about them.

He had once heard his mom say that you could forgive your fist love almost everything but the more he thought about it the less he felt it was love. It wasn't what he had imagined feeling from books, or songs, or movies. It wasn't what he felt when he woke up those days, his chest full of joy and something he couldn't name but wanted nothing more than to feel again, making him wish he could sleep through the day.

And frankly, the more he thought about it the less he wanted his mom to know about things starting again with Quinn, she would be pissed beyond measure...

As he watched Quinn make her way to him before Glee club this day he couldn't help but let his thought drift once again to the 'whys' that had been tormenting him lately. She strolled the hallway like she owned it, head high, clutching her books against her chest and he sighed as he saw her straighten one of their numerous campaign posters. Nothing was ever good enough, either the letters were too crooked, either the posters didn't match the walls, there was always something wrong and he braced himself for the speech he would undoubtedly get on how people (him) were incompetent and how she couldn't delegate anything.

He felt relieved as she signaled to him she had forgotten something and he saw her dash towards the library. He leaned against the lockers. There was still some time before Glee and if she didn't find him waiting for her he was sure to hear about it.

Being the end of the day the hallway was almost empty and he was surprised to see principal Figgins approaching him with a janitor.

"Mr. Hudson," the Indian man asked, "do you know whose locker this is?" he continued pointing at a locker a couple of doors right from Quinn's.

Finn shrugged and watched in awe as Figgins ordered the janitor to break the lock of said locker, mumbling "this hasn't been used in some time and we need to clear every locker, imagine it being filled with drugs?"

Finn chuckled at this as the janitor raised his bolt cutter and snapped the combination-lock in one attempt. The door opened and the school employee started to fill a trash bag with the locker's content, starting with text and note books, without even taking the time to check the owner's name from them. When the man shoved his arm in the locker and dragged its content towards the mouth of the bag. Finn's smile faded and he gasped as a paper bearing his name escaped the trash-bag and landed on the floor.

"Wait!" he cried, closing the small distance in two steps and grabbing the paper, almost knocking the man over.

It was a collage on pink paper of the four letters of his name.

He got back up slowly, clutching the paper in his hands, unable to tear his eyes from it. His breath was becoming shallow and his heart was hammering in his chest.

"Mr. Hudson?" Figgins asked, confused at his student's behavior.

"I'm sorry, I…" Finn stammered. His outburst had stopped the janitor dead on his tracks and it gave him the time to eye inside the locker, pretending to grasp its edge for support. The thing was now seemingly empty but his eyes caught sight of something shiny at the very back. He lunged for it before the two older men could stop him.

The necklace that had been stuck in the shelf broke when Finn pulled on the chain to dislodge it but all Finn could care about was his name, now in golden letters in the palm of his hand. He let go of the cut out and it fell to the floor in a swift dance.

"Mr. Hudson! What exactly do you think you're doing?" Figgins was furious now and tried to take the necklace back from Finn. "This is school property!"

"But it has my name on it!" Finn argued frantically, still not knowing what his name was doing there, "my name!" he showed the two men, quickly withdrawing his hand when the principal tried to take the jewel from him.

After a few more attempts, Figgins finally gave up to Finn's anguish and left, mumbling something about "piece of trash" and "too much trouble" then snapping at the janitor to replace the lock after cleaning the locker.

The whole scene had lasted only a couple of minutes but Finn felt as he had just run a mile. He could hardly breathe and felt as if his heart would jump out of his chest at any moment. He couldn't take his eyes off the golden pendant in his hand, his brain boiling with unanswered questions.

"What is that?" he hadn't seen Quinn reach him and as she put her books in her locker he barely had time to close his fist around the necklace.

"Nothing," he tried to hide his embarrassment.

"Don't you lie to me Finn Hudson," she menaced through gritted teeth, prying his hand open, using her nails and way too much force for a girl her size.

He grimaced at the pain and the humiliation of having to surrender to her when his hand finally opened.

Quinn eyed the necklace with disdain and snapped at him, dismissing all thought he might have had that the jewel was hers.

"I dare hope you don't think I'm gonna wear this piece of crap?" she yelled at him, swinging the pendant in front of his face.

"This is the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen! Do you think I'm a dog to want me to wear your name around my neck? I'm no one's to brand, Finn, now let's get going." She threw the necklace back at his chest forcefully, clenching her jaw and turning on her heels to head back to the choir room.

When she noticed he wasn't following her she turned on the spot, fuming, and crossed her arms across her chest in a threatening way.

"What are you waiting for?" she spat.

"Respect," he mumbled to himself, shoving the necklace in his pocket.

"What did you just say? Now come on! We're gonna be late."

The irony wasn't lost on him and he took it as the final straw he had been desperately waiting for.

"I'm not your dog, Quinn. I'm no one's to be ordered around. I've had enough, we're through…" he said firmly, looking her in the eyes.

Before she had time to react or argue he strode around her and made his way to the choir room. His heart lighter than it had been in a long time and his fingers wrapping around the thin chain in his pocket.

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He reached the choir room with his mind boiling. He was feeling so many emotions at once that he thought his brain would soon short-circuit. He was angry at Quinn for starters, but at the same time elated that it was finally over between them. He was still stunned at his discovery of the necklace but couldn't yet put his mind to it. Breaking up with Quinn had only been one of his many problems and he still had those hallucinations to deal with. He sat despondently in the first available seat in sight and tried to focus on the upcoming rehearsal.

They had Nationals to look forward to and therefore had a lot of work for this single class. How they had managed to win Regionals was beyond all comprehension and they still hadn't figured who had been their twelfth member. But that was behind them now. They were ready to face whatever was to come and the simple fact of going to New York City was enough to keep them motivated.

Finn nearly jumped when he noticed Quinn standing before him with an enraged glare. He glanced at her warily, tilting his head to the side and worriedly checking his surroundings for help.

"I forgive you," she said to his utter astonishment but in a voice that sounded otherwise. "Now come and sit in the back, I want to plan how we're gonna dress for prom."

"What?" he gasped, not believing his ears.

"You heard me, now come!" she insisted impatiently, stomping her foot as she talked.

Everyone in the room was now looking at them and Finn was thankful for the many bystanders.

"No," he said in an undertone, trying to avoid a scene.

But she didn't seem to accept his answer and he could literally see smoke coming from her ears and nose.

"Listen Quinn," he said quietly so that only she could hear him, "I meant what I said out there," he stressed.

"No, you didn't!" she spat, "now come on!"

"Okay now, Quinn, you listen! I didn't want to do that in front of people but maybe with witnesses you'll get it?" he tried very hard not to raise his voice even though he wanted nothing more that to shout at her for being stubborn. "You and I are over. I'm breaking up with you, definitively this time. You don't love me; I don't love you. Hell! I don't even like you right now. I don't know why I ever wanted to give us another try," he vocalized his thoughts bitterly.

The more he talked the redder she got, with anger and shame it seemed and he felt a little relieved that she didn't seem heartbroken in the least. It wasn't exactly his intention to hurt her.

"This is because of her, isn't it?" she spat furiously, catching him off guard.

"Who are you talking about?" he asked, taken aback. But she seemed as lost as he felt.

"I…, I don't… know," she muttered with round eyes, obviously trying to understand where that sentence had come from.

As he watched her recoil in defeat to the back row of seats, Finn couldn't help but wonder if maybe he wasn't the only one missing things and for a split second he regretted having set his mind on avoiding all conversations with Quinn in the future.

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If the 'Quinn problem' had been solved (they actually pretended the other didn't existed), Finn still got his hallucinations, or moments as he now called them. He wasn't really convinced they were, in fact, hallucinations as in 'mental disease hallucinations'. He was more inclined to believe it was a way for his mind to remind him of something. He just, at of yet, had no idea what.

He had thought for a moment that they were a way of escaping his deteriorating relationship but, since that had stopped, the feelings had remained, maybe even clearer now that his mind was more focused on other things than blocking out Quinn's shrill voice.

Lately he had been drawn more and more often towards the choir room outside of Glee hours. He had once been convinced that he was hearing someone sing in there, but when he opened the door, the room was empty and all he had been left with were those chills on his arms and a bewildered look on his face.

The gold necklace had until now failed to deliver its secret and Finn could only wonder what it was all about. As far as he knew he didn't have any secret admirer at school, he'd kissed all the girls there on Valentine's Day so he would have known. That was hardly a present for him. He couldn't remember any other guy named Finn and could only assume it was in fact his own name and not some other dude's. He had never seen any girl at school with her boyfriend's name on her neck and the more he thought about it the more he liked the idea. Not for Quinn, but in general.

It made his stomach churn to think about a girl who would want to wear his name in the hollow of her neck.

Without him knowing how, his mind shifted to the image of a shining gold star and his stomach felt like dropping. The pleasure he had just felt got replaced by an empty feeling. Something like longing and pain.

He couldn't understand how random thoughts could leave him feeling this sad when he had no idea where they were coming from and didn't remind him of anything.

The dreams were still here too, not that he minded them much. In fact he minded more to wake up from them. But he couldn't remember them a mere seconds after getting up. All that remained was this fulfilling feeling in his heart (he didn't want to think 'stomach') and the smile he woke up with; smile that faded inevitably when he realized that he had been dreaming.

He had considered talking to Kurt about his feelings, but his step-brother's new relationship was preventing him from being anything but over-joyous and daydreaming all the time he was actually home. And Finn wasn't so sure he could handle having to discuss Blaine, would he decide to share his feelings. He liked the guy but he was sure he would get too much information and, as okay as he was with the whole 'being gay' thing, he didn't want to know, just yet.

So Kurt didn't know. His mom didn't know. He had failed to talk to Mr. Schuester. Only Puck had seemed to notice something. But Finn remained prudent regarding his ex best friend. He had forgiven the whole baby drama (at least he wasn't reminded of it every time he talked to him), but he felt sure he couldn't trust the guy with that kind of information and Puck hadn't talked to him anyways.

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As he walked in the hallway this morning he couldn't help but notice Jacob Ben Israel eyeing him with much more interest than Finn cared for. He gave the guy an angry look and found himself once again in front of the choir room's door.

He didn't have Glee club now, why the Hell was he here again?

He risked a glance through the window and his heart stopped.

Rachel.

He turned away in shock and stood against the door, trying to catch his breath, his heart now hammering against his chest.

The second he averted his eyes he forgot what he had seen.

When he looked again, the choir room was empty and he was left with no recollection whatsoever of what had just happened. Why on earth did he keep finding himself peeking in empty rooms?

Later that same day, as he had pushed all thoughts of his strange behavior at the back of his mind and was headed early to Glee practice, Puck approached him.

"What're you singing, dude?"

"Whu…? What?" Finn asked. He hadn't realized he was humming to himself.

"That song? What's it?" Puck insisted.

"Nothing! What are you talking about?" Finn was starting to panic, it wasn't unusual for him to break into song from time to time but he usually was well aware of it, and it seemed now as if his deranged mind was taking control of his mouth and not only his legs.

"Come on dude! 'T was nice! Something about making things right?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Finn snapped, well aware that Puck was saying the truth but not willing to admit it for the time being. He left the other guy dumbfounded as he warily made his escape towards the boys' bathroom.

He splashed his face with cold water, trying to regain his composure. What was happening to him? Why was he missing bits of his days, finding himself forgetting stuff, smelling, tasting, hearing things that obviously only existed in his mind? He felt tears starting to well up in his eyes. Shit! He couldn't let himself fall to pieces like that. He had to take matter in his hands and start facing whatever was to face, even if that meant a probable bad outcome for him.

The choir room seemed to be drawing him over, he would go there and find whatever was to find.

He gripped the edges of the sink for support and looked at his reflection without really seeing it. He drew a deep breath and released it slowly, trying to calm his nerve, but he suddenly got another flash of the gold star and the thought made him flinch. He stumbled backwards, all air knocked out of his chest and he almost lost his determination. Almost.

Fighting the urge to throw up and curl in a ball in one of the dirty stalls, he straightened up and exited the bathroom, nearly knocking Jacob over in his haste.

Without apologizing he made his way straight to the choir room, once again ignoring Puck's inquiry, although this time the latter seemed genuinely concerned.

He got scared as he approached the door and prick up his ear. There was this singing voice again. He was sure of it, he couldn't be imagining it! He couldn't make the words out but there was definitely someone singing in there, someone good at it judging by the hair rising up on his arms and at the back of his neck. He opened the door without watching inside first and found himself once again in an empty room. This wasn't right. This couldn't be possible. He had heard it!

He got out hurriedly and slammed the door behind him furiously, with such force the window shattered at the impact. He looked back sheepishly. When had he lost his temper that much for the last time? His eyes travelled from the broken glass scattering the floor to the window frame and back inside.

His eyes and mouth opened in shock.

The room was no longer empty.

Looking back at him, like a deer caught in headlights, was Rachel. And he remembered seeing her before. And he remembered the rest. Them.

Not like he had ever forgotten anything, but as clearly as daylight.

He could remember her singing at Regionals. How could he have forgotten?

He remembered everything. The gold star necklace, the 'Finn' one. He reached in his pocket and fingered the cold jewel.

As he stared into her eyes for what seemed like the longest time, he remembered her.

The friendship and the love, the singing, the hugs and kisses.

"What's with you dude," Puck's voice reached his ears as if through a dense fog.

Puck.

Puck and Rachel.

Rachel and Puck.

The cheating, the hurt.

He remembered too well.

He tore his eyes from her and his mind was blank again.

He stared at Puck in awe. He had never felt so much hatred towards his friend. An irrational hatred it seemed, because he had no idea why he was feeling this way. But the feeling was so real that he let it overcome him.

For good measure he shoved Puck away and stormed out of school. To the Hell with the rest of the day. To the Hell with everything. He was done with this shitty feeling.

He needed sleep.

He needed to forget.

Forget that he was forgetting, fucking irony.

He wouldn't go back to school today. He couldn't. Not after breaking school property so short after he had all but stolen that necklace from the unknown locker. Figgins wouldn't have it and Finn wanted to avoid detention.

The necklace.

Why did that piece of jewelry mean so much to him?

He got it out of his pocket and looked at it until the golden letters didn't make sense anymore. He racked his brain for answers that wouldn't come. Answers to questions he didn't even know.

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He only started to relax after dinner, when it seemed clear that no one had or would call his mom from school.

But his mind still wasn't at ease.

What was the meaning of that necklace? Why couldn't he stop returning to it? Why did it hurt so much?

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A couple of days later (he couldn't remember how long it had been, he couldn't even tell you the name of the day) he found himself back again in front of the choir room, drawn by the voice coming from inside, or some primal instinct he wanted nothing more than to get rid of.

The window on the door had been replaced and he marveled at his seemingly good fortune for escaping this one.

He didn't approach enough to look inside. He couldn't.

He didn't know what scared him this much but today he wasn't strong enough to try and figure it out. He had no idea what was behind that door that moved him so much but the singing alone was turning his inside on fire, setting his heart on high speed and sending shivers down his spine. He couldn't handle it.

He saw Puck approach him from the corner of his eye but before his friend could reach him Finn retreated to a safer place, noticing nonetheless when Puck watched curiously inside the choir room, skeptically shaking his head.

He'd bailed this time but he knew the fight wasn't over.

He knew he would have to go back. He braced himself to do it.

In the middle of third period he gave in to his inner turmoil and asked for a hallway pass to the nurse office, not even lying when he told his teacher he had a headache.

There was no sound coming from the choir room this time.

He pondered entering without looking first but as much as he didn't remember anything from when he peeked inside he knew that the room would be empty should he decide to just go in.

He bit the inside of his cheek, closed his eyes and faced the door, putting his hands on each side of the window frame. He slowly lifted his eyelids and frowned to focus on the inside of the room.

She was sitting in the seat he had been using lately, her hands in her lap, her head turned towards the ceiling, eyes closed, almost as if she were praying.

And as always his thoughts came rushing back to him.

He watched her. Studied her. Scrutinized her.

He was wearing the same clothes he had last seen her in. The same she had been wearing all those times he'd seen her here. How many was that?

He tried to remember the last time he'd talked to her. He couldn't.

He noticed she was wearing the necklace he had given her. The gold star.

And it clicked.

He had never seen her wear it after he had put it on her on Valentine's Day. Not once after that time in the infirmary.

Except for that day.

The day Quinn had snapped at her. 'I'm done listening to you' she had yelled. And everything had shifted. After that day Rachel hadn't existed anymore.

He couldn't understand how any of that was at all possible but he had no choice than to admit it was the truth. Or to admit he was officially going crazy.

But she was real in front of him. He couldn't be imagining that? Her?

Everything they had shared, good or bad, happy or sad. You couldn't possibly invent all that?

And the feeling in his chest. That couldn't be fake either. This was the more he had felt in a long time, the more real.

He had been so close to forgive her, or rather to admit he had forgiven her, at Regionals. But he had been with Quinn then.

That hadn't prevented his heart to swell at her song. From pride, from love. He just couldn't own up to it.

He saw her stir and without thinking he pushed the door open.

"Rachel," he breathed, his word dying on his lips as he crossed the threshold.

Empty.

The freaking room was empty! And he had once again no freaking idea why he had come in.

The urge to vomit was unbelievable and Finn violently kicked a chair, releasing and angst-ridden cry.

"Finn, what's wrong?" it was Puck again.

"You never call me Finn," he said, collapsing in the nearest chair, burying his face in his hands.

"Yeah, that's how serious this is!" Puck insisted. "Dude, what's wrong with you?"

"I don't know!" Finn finally blurted, his voice oozing frustration. "I don't know how to explain."

"Try me," Puck said more softly, "I've never seen you that jumpy, you cut classes, you break doors… that's not like you. Even that Ben Israel kid has noticed, d'you know he follows you? He's been filming you."

Finn shook his head. How could he ever explain when he didn't have the slightest idea what was happening.

"Is there something in this room?" Puck asked, looking around."You've been there half the time. Having a secret affair? Way to go!" he teased, trying to lift the tension.

"It's not that," Finn tried to explain. But his words failed him once more.

"No? I thought… I heard you say some girl's name when you came here just now."

Finn's heart stopped.

"What?"

"What what?" Puck looked confused, "you don't know?"

"That's what I'm telling you! I don't know anything. I…" he trailed, still unsure he could trust Puckerman. "I don't know why I come here, I don't know anything. I find myself in this empty room like I've been searching for something, only I have no idea what…"

"Maybe that chick? She hot?" Puck tried to joke but quickly stopped.

Finn was on the verge of tears. But what Puck had said had stirred something in him. Like he had suddenly had a thought but the idea was eluding him quickly.

"What was the name I said?"

"Not sure, bro." Puck tried to remember. "Something starting with an 'R' I think? Something short…"

"Rachel" Finn said without thinking. Without knowing where the word had come from.

"Yeah, that's it!" Puck slapped Finn's arm. "You know a Rachel?"

Finn shook his head, "I don't remember."

He slumped once more in his chair.

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She was here again.

There was something different with her. She seemed more… transparent. Like he could almost see right through her.

He dismissed the thought.

She was looking at him with tear filled eyes, sadness contorting her features. It tore at his heart.

He wanted to try and reach her again, but how many times had he failed already? He couldn't count. He didn't remember.

He tried to remember the last time. Had it been the time when Puck had joined him?

He had almost remembered her then.

Why did he keep forgetting her? How?

His left hand trailed over the doorknob, his other one buried in his pocket, searching for the Finn necklace.

What was it that the Harry Potter books said about 'apparating'? There was something about three Ds.

He wondered if he had to do the same. But he couldn't quite recall all of it.

Destination! That was one. Okay, choir room, easy.

Determination… yeah, he was determined. Or was he? Yes, definitely yes! He thought, looking in her deep, shiny, brown eyes. Yes. Determined.

That would have to do.

He took a deep breath, turned the knob and went in.

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To be continued…

A/N:

Okay guys, this is it!

The next chapter is already half written so the wait shouldn't be as long between the two, leave me a review and you'll get a preview of it ;)

Any critic is welcome; let me know your thoughts! I try to be as cannon as possible, even considering the paranormal bit and it's been in my mind since Valentine's day: why doesn't Rachel wear that damn necklace?

And for those who don't know (or can't remember) the third D is Deliberation, and Finn will need all three Ds and then some to get to Rachel, but I'm the most fervent Finchel Shipper there is so don't worry, sooner or later he will…

Next chapter: Rachel.

Until next time! Love.