A/N: Thank you everyone for showing interest in my story. Hope you're enjoying it

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own anything to do with Glee.

It had been two weeks since their trip to Nationals and only a week since glee club ended. The end of the school year was fast approaching and many of the students were bustling about talking about plans for the summer.

"Kurt, will I see you this summer?"

"Of course, Mercedes. Even with Blaine around, you'll still be my girl."

Kurt linked her arm as they strutted down the hallway for last period. Meanwhile, Finn was looking for Rachel amongst the crowd of barely dressed and energetic teenagers.

"Hey Kurt, wait up, have you seen Rachel?"

"Uh, I think she was heading to the auditorium."

Finn padded him on the back and walked off. Kurt watched him but after Finn turned the corner, he continued gabbing to Mercedes about his new summer wardrobe.

As Finn got closer to the auditorium he could hear the faint sound of music. It sounded like a song Rachel had sung to him back in their sophomore year.

He opened the door and instantly the music stopped.

"What are you doing here?" Rachel didn't think anyone would come in here especially during class time.

"Hi. I was looking for you."

"Oh, well you found me."

"Rachel, you've been a little off lately. I thought you wanted this as much as I did?" Rachel could see that Finn was nervous—his eyes couldn't stay on her.

"I do, I do. I really, truly do, but-"

"But what? We have the whole summer and all of senior year before you leave. It's not enough time but it's something. I'm going to take what I can get, as long as you give me something."

"Finn, it's not the time. I'm just confused about us." She too looked down at the stage instead of meeting his eyes.

"Why are you confused? I love you, Rachel. Don't you see that?" Finn pleaded.

"I do. And don't get me wrong, I love you too. I have never stopped loving you. Even when Jesse was here during sophomore year, I loved you. Even when I kissed Puck to get back at you, I loved you. Even when I walked away from you on our date in New York, I loved you. But you, you seemed to move on each time we were apart. As long as I wasn't with anyone, you didn't have to fight for me. Jesse shows up again and you suddenly break up with Quinn. I'm sorry if I'm a little curious about the whole thing. I want this to be real, Finn. I want us to be real this time."

Rachel was now staring at Finn. Her eyes were glistening but she was keeping her composure. She needed to know what to expect.

"Okay. Umm, I guess I have some explaining to do."

Finn grabbed Rachel's hand and walked her to the edge of the stage where they sat down. Rachel was avoiding eye contact but Finn gently touched her cheek and guided her face so it was facing his.

"Look, I made some mistakes. Okay, I made a lot of mistakes in the last two years. But ever since the first day we sang together, I felt different. I was confused because I never actually felt anything like that before. Quinn and I had dated for a little while and I told her I loved her but I didn't even know what that was. She was controlling and always worrying about our appearances and popularity. The whole baby thing made me realize that I didn't need to settle for her anymore, but it was still hard for me to deal with. You've always been the brave one. You always know exactly what you're feeling. I guess I've always been unsure. We finally got together at Regionals and I was so happy. I couldn't stand knowing that Jesse had you before. You deserved better than that emotionless prick. But most of all, I knew you were right that time in the hallway. You were the only person that knew exactly who I was. I was never afraid to be myself with you. When the thing with Puck happened, I was devastated because I never expected you to hurt me. Quinn always hurt me, but you, you made things better. I didn't have sex with Santana to hurt you. I thought you were moving on with Jesse and I guess I wanted to show that I could too. I felt nothing because it meant nothing. Anyway, I let you go because I couldn't deal with my feelings and for some reason I reverted back to my pre-Rachel ways. I thought that would help me forget you. I needed someone and I guess I knew Quinn would be there even if it meant nothing to me."

Rachel just listened silently. Finn sighed and continued on.

"At Jean's funeral, I realized that what I was doing with Quinn was wrong. While I was settling for a meaningless relationship, there was one girl that kept pulling at my heart. Rachel, I feel like I'm tethered to you. No matter what has happened, I have never been able to forget you. I wanted so badly to dance with you at prom. I wanted so badly to hold your hand at the funeral. You were always on my mind even when Quinn was actually being okay. I just finally realized that I don't want to be that Finn Hudson anymore. I don't care about popularity. I don't care if everyone expects Quinn and I to win Prom King and Queen next year. I care about glee club. I care about my future and my dreams. And I never would've given those things serious thought if it wasn't for you. You have changed my world, Rachel Berry. Because of that, I love you. I have always loved you. That kiss at Nationals was meant to be, because even if you want to go to New York to make it on Broadway, I will love you. I can't keep you from your dreams, but I can give you my heart."

Silence. Finn let out a deep breath.

"Rachel?"

Finn leaned in closer and noticed tears running down her face.

"Those are good, right?"

Rachel chuckled. "Yeah, they're the good kind 'cause I guess I was worried for nothing."

"You could say that. I'm done with Quinn. And I don't want Santana…especially since I think she likes Brittany. But seriously, I'm yours.

Finn gently swept his thumb across her cheek to wipe away the tears. Then their eyes locked.

"Don't worry about Jesse."

"I'll try."

Rachel smiled. Finn's crooked smile appeared in return.

"You know, you can kiss me if you want." Rachel didn't even blink.

"I want to."

And with that, Finn leaned in and pressed his mouth to her salty lips. There would be no escaping this moment.