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"Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before finding the right one, so that when we finally find the right one, we will know how to be grateful."
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He woke up that morning absolutely pissed off, for good reasons.

1) Quinn hadn't come home last night.
2) He was so worried about Quinn's whereabouts (he still cared about her) that he didn't dream. And if he didn't dream, that meant he didn't see Rachel.

So yeah, he was pissed off. He thought he had every right to be.

Finn flung himself out of bed, eyeing himself in the vanity mirror. He looked like shit. His eyes were bloodshot because he was just so damn tired, his hair was sticking up as if he were electrocuted and was that—was that a grey hair?

Fuck.

He showered quickly and brushed his teeth, not bothering to shave because he had that stupid fucking calendar photo shoot thing today at the fire station. Next thing he knew, Quinn strolled in through the front door of their apartment, a smile on her face. "Hey, Finn. I picked you up a bagel and a coffee at Starbucks." She set the food and coffee down on the table, walking around the kitchen to their bedroom as if nothing happened. As if she had come home last night. As if everything was still good between them.

She didn't make it to the bedroom before he exploded. And by exploded, it meant that Finn whipped the bagel she bought him at the wall and the hot coffee was covering the floor, seeping into the hardwood.

"What the fuck, Finn!" Quinn screamed, running around frantically to get paper towels and clean up the mess he made. "What the fuck is wrong with you!"

"What the fuck is wrong with me?!" Finn roared at Quinn, who was scrubbing at the floors, not even bothering to make eye contact with him. "You didn't come home last night! You didn't call, you didn't even text! I was fucking worried about you, Quinn!"

She said nothing.

"What kind of relationship is this. Quinn? Huh? What the fuck is this? Because I don't think I'm in love with you and you definitely don't give a fuck about me!" Quinn didn't look up, still trying to soak up the coffee before it stained the wood. "Fucking look at me!" Finn screamed, only to be met with Quinn's cold eyes shooting daggers into him.

"What do you want me to say, Finn? Do you want me to say I love you? Because I can't honestly say that I do. Do you want me to say sorry? What do you want to fucking hear, Finn?"

He had to refrain from kicking her in the face because right now he just hated her so much; he didn't think it was possible to hate a person this much. He was wiping tears off of his face that he hadn't even realized had begun.

And she started laughing.

"Fuck you, Quinn," Finn spoke, in a low whisper.

"Finn, calm the fu—"

He slammed the door in her face, just like she had done to him the day before and headed off to work.

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He liked New York. Actually, he loved New York. Especially today, because the walk to the station, and the city full of all of its buzz and all of its people, and the lights and the commotion, kept his mind off of everything going on at home. How was he even supposed to call that home? Yeah, that's where his clothes were and his bed and all of his shit but he felt like it was just a house. It wasn't home. It didn't feel like home. Quinn had been his sure thing from when he was just a high school kid. She knew him, his favorite food and color and all that shit. Yeah, maybe she didn't understand him, but he had been pretty sure about her, because he didn't really know any other way without her.

His mom always told him he deserved better. Better than somebody that Quinn. She told him that he should be living his fairytale romance. He secretly thought that maybe it was his mom that wanted him to have the fairytale romance more than he wanted it but—scratch that. He totally wanted it too. And God knew he wasn't getting any fairytale 'Beauty and the Beast' endgame shit with Quinn.

He stopped at the Starbucks close to the station because had he really needed to throw the bagel and coffee that Quinn got him at the wall? He was starving. He joined the long line of people waiting for their chance to order and should he order another bagel or should he go crazy with a chocolate chip muffin or something like that, because Quinn would never let him eat tha—

That was when he saw her. And it felt just like coming home.

He had to blink a few times because this couldn't be real. This could not be fucking real. But he would recognize that long thick brown hair and that beautiful olive skin and those long sculpted legs and that tiny chest that fit perfectly in his hands and those plump lips and that unique nose and those big brown eyes and— was she staring at him?

"Rachel?" Finn breathed.

He watched the beautiful girl in front of him blink rapidly a few times, her huge eyes getting even bigger, if that was even possible.

He stepped out of line, closer to her. "I—I'm Finn. Finn Hudson," Finn stammered nervously, his voice shaking, as he held out his hand to shake hers.

Rachel giggled and he had never heard a more beautiful noise in his life and she just stared at his outstretched arm with a curious look on her face, her eyes full of an emotion he just couldn't read until she was… jumping into his arms?

He held her tightly, close to his chest, trying to breath her in and be as close to her as possible because she was actually real and this was actually happening. He couldn't believe it, but when he felt her smile against his chest, hoping she couldn't feel his heart because it was thumping wildly in his chest, he knew it was real.

She pulled away, a satisfied look in her eyes and he had the hardest time releasing her from his arms. Finn didn't have to ask her why she did that, why she hugged him, because she was already opening her mouth to speak.

"Hi Finn Hudson. I'm Rachel Berry." Rachel started giggling. "But I guess you already knew that?" Finn nodded dumbly. "And I'm sorry I may have been a little bit dramatic with the hug, people have called me a drama queen all my life for this exact reason, but I just felt like—I feel like we have a connection between us, you know? Something special," Rachel breathed, her last two words a whisper, so low he almost didn't hear her. But he did.

"I think so too."

Rachel beamed up at him, grabbing his hand and walking out of Starbucks, babbling about something, with Finn in tow and she was the strangest girl he had ever met. Apparently he had voiced his thoughts, but Rachel didn't look offended in the least. "I've been called worse."

"Oh—oh, no, I didn't mean it in a bad way." He stopped them in the middle of the sidewalk, because he just needed to look at her and to explain, even as a bunch of angry New Yorkers pushed them closer together and grumbled at them. Not that he minded. He liked being close to her. And when he looked down at her and she was looking up at him like he hung the moon or something, he felt like maybe she liked being really close to him too. "Strange isn't a bad thing. At least to me," Finn murmured. "You're different. You're… you're special."

She beamed up at him again and man, that smile would never fail to get his heart going and a blush colored her cheeks. "Thank you, Finn," Rachel replied, humbled. "Maybe it's because I feel like this—us—is something special." Rachel blushed again, as if she was afraid she had said too much too soon. "And I know we just met," she hurried to continued, "but I feel like I've known you my whole life."

Finn grinned at her, his smile getting wider when she reached up to touch his face, caressing his unshaven cheek with a gentle hand.

"You have no idea."

He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, and quickly checked the screen to see Quinn's name popping up. He pocketed his phone quickly, turning his attention to Rachel.

"Where are you headed?"

She smiled.

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