Up in the high twenties again yeah! I've decided, as soon as I finish this to a) Put all this mini-chapters together into one big one shot and b) write this again from Rachel's POV
Seventh and eighth hours went by slowly for Finn, every time she answered a question, her voice made him feel even worse about the no contact rule. Puck slid into the desk on the left from him, Rachel was on his right. "You're going to crack this hour Finn Hudson, mark my words" he smirked. Finn turned away, he was already hanging on the edge of breaking, it was like hanging off a cliff. Eventually his strength would run out and he would fall, and it didn't help when Puck was pulling him down. He wished for a foothold, something, anything to keep him up, but the walls were smooth. He once again lie his head one his desk, this time falling asleep...
He was in his room, sitting on his bed. His headphones on softly as he studied the on his desk. It was of Rachel, her hair black and dripping from water, she was sitting on a lawn chair, holding a cold glass of lemonade. Her face happy and filled with laughter. she had a towel around her shoulders her orange polka dotted two piece clashing wonderfully with the zebra stripes on the towel. He never remembered taking the picture, but he loved it. It must have been at that one pool party they had gone to last summer. He rolled over at a knock on his door. "Finn?" he knew the voice, it was Rachel's voice. He stood up quickly and opened the door.
"Hey Rach" he smiled. He stretched out his arms for a hug.
"The bet Finn" she said mournfully. "The bet"
"Dude wake up it's time for Glee" Puck said shaking him. He opened his eyes slowly.
"Is the stupid bet over yet" he sighed.
"Forty-five more minutes dude, I'm sure you can't make" he smirked.
"I can" smiled Finn confidently, though doubting it himself "and when I do you owe Rachel and I fifty bucks each!"
There's your snippet for today. You guys are being good so I'll ask for six and hope for fifteen.