Hey Guys! Ok so I decided to get rid of pregnant Rachel. In this story I won't make Rachel pregnant so that meant I had to rewrite plenty of parts but not too much. I came to this decision when I read one too many stories of pregnant Rachel. I kind of thought "Wow that idea must be tiresome" and I was rewatched the last episode before this long break, thinking about how much I love Finn and Rachel and I would like to see them develop emotionally and physically in my story the way Ryan Murphy and my favorite author and inspiration gleefully-finchel have portrayed Finchel. I spent this weekend rewriting a few scenes in the past chapters. It's totally up to you if you want to reread or just continue where you left off. I have spring break this week so I've been busy rewriting and have a chapter and a half done. I'll be posting the next chapter soon. Sorry for the delay and hope you'll continue being patient with me and keep reading. Anyway without further ado here's another chapter. Enjoy!

Charlie POV:

I walked into school bundled up in my blue pea coat, amazed when I saw the school decorated in Christmas decorations. It was very festive and lively. Thank god Thanksgiving was over with because at my house it's plain torture. It's pretty much a bunch of people that work for my dad, their children who are those who go to Caramel High and of course my evil stepmother who puts my dad and I on display to make us look like 'the perfect family.'

I smiled as I traced my lips. It's been a few days since Sam and I kissed. His lips still ghosted mine as I felt tingles. I quietly laughed to myself while I walked down the hallways, thinking about how Sam made us official the day after Thanksgiving.

Flashback:

I woke up to the ringtone of my phone. First I thought it was my alarm that I forgot to turn off before bed but noticed the ringing continued when I kept hitting it. I grabbed my phone next to the alarm and pulled my phone into the covers, blocking myself from the sunlight.

"Hello," I answered groggy.

"Um…hey Charlie," I heard the familiar voice nervously said.

"Sam? What's wrong?"

"Nothing I just…uh…is this a bad time to call you? I could call you back if you're still sleeping."

I smiled at his sincerity. "No no I'm up. What did you want to talk about?"

"How was your Thanksgiving?"

I raised an eyebrow despite the fact he couldn't see my questioning look. "Is that what you really called me about at…" I glanced at my clock on my nightstand. "seven in the morning?"

I heard him chuckling on the other end. "No not really," he sounded even more nervous which made me anxious.

"Just come out with it Sam," I pushed, a little annoyed.

"Do you…you know…want to bemygirlfriend?" he rushed the last few words, making it difficult to catch what he said but I understood.

I tried containing my grin but failed miserably. "Yes," I decided to keep it simple.

"Because if you don't that's okay. I just thought I ask because I really like you…"

"Sam…"

"And I want to see where this would led us…"

"Sam!" I yelled trying to catch his attention.

He finally stopped rambling. "Yes?"

"I said yes."

"Wait what?"

"I said yes I'll be your girlfriend. I like you too Sam and I'm intrigued to find out what will become of us."

There was a moment of silence. He was probably shocked. I smiled at how cute he was being. "Awesome!" he exclaimed every eager then heard a crash in the background.

"Sam? Are you alright?"

"Yeah. Sorry I sort of tripped," he explained and I laughed.

"Well don't harm yourself too badly. I would like to see my boyfriend again," I cooed into the phone.

I could practically feel him giving his goofy smile. "I promise."

End Flashback:

I opened my locker and smiled at the mere thought of him. "You look so beautiful," he whispered behind me.

I didn't turn around but smiled even more. "Better be careful. I have a boyfriend and I don't know how he would take some other guy hitting on me."

I felt him move away from me and heard him lean against the neighboring lockers. "Boyfriend? Do I know him?"

I whole-heartedly laughed, grabbed my binder and shut my locker revealing Sam beaming at me. I leaned on my side, hugging my binder tighter. "Blonde, built and handsome. He's the whole package."

He stood up straight, leaning a hand against the locker and moved in closer as our lips barely touched. "Wow he sounds like a keeper," he teased, letting our lips briefly touch then kept it there.

I looked up in thought, gently feeling his letterman jacket. "Yeah I guess you could say that," I purred as I grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and crashed my lips on his. He smiled into the kiss and cupped my face, deepening it.

"I still can't believe I'm with the most beautiful girl I've ever met," he happily said as I looked deeply into his gorgeous forest green eyes that showed nothing but admiration. No one ever looked at me like he has and it made my heart beat faster each time. With this unknown intense feeling, I decided to just settle for smiling.

"Sorry Sam but Rach is the most beautiful girl," Finn spoke up from behind him as we broke apart. We looked to see Finn, whose arm was around Rachel, both of them sporting amused faces. Finn was wearing his usual leather man jacket and Rachel wore a pretty red dress with black stockings and flats. She looked even more like a toddler with her bangs and pigtails cascading over her shoulders.

"Hey guys," Sam shyly said, slipping his hand into mine while rubbing the back of his neck with the other.

Rachel held on to Finn's side. "Good morning Samuel, Charlie," she greeted warmly. "So what were you two conversing about?"

"Nothing we were just saying our hellos," I answered, earning a smirk from Finn.

"We see," Rachel stated, intensely observing us.

I nodded. "Anyway how were your Thanksgivings?" I asked desperately trying to change the topic as we all started walking to class.

Finn started, probably sensing my call for help. "It was good. My mom and Kurt cooked while Burt, Blaine and me watched the game. You know the usual tradition."

Rachel beamed at him. "Sam and I had a great Thanksgiving as well. I cooked a full out vegetarian dinner and a turkey of course for my fathers and Sam's family. Instead of regular dinner, my dads and I made it into dinner theater," she went on. "Oh and Sammy here couldn't stop gushing about you to our family."

I looked up at Sam who was blushing. "Is that true?"

He glared at Rachel before turning to me and hesitantly nodded. I brightly smiled, really touched and squeezed his hand. His smile only widened.

Finn coughed interrupting our moment. "So…how was your Thanksgiving?"

"Uh…you know," I shrugged. "The same as you guys," I conclude, earning a few questionable looks but ignored them. "Anyway sectionals, the big game and Christmas are coming up!"

Rachel was the first to jump up in excitement then Finn gave a crooked smile towards Rachel as she kept talking about her plans for sectionals and Christmas. Sam still inspected me oddly but eventually gestured an ok and went back to paying attention to Rachel.

Rachel POV:

Sitting on my bed, I started to breakdown in sobs. Finn abruptly rushed into the room, worried. "Rach are you ok?" he panicked, cautiously sitting next to me.

I shook my head unable to speak. He tried to soothe me by rubbing my back. Rudely shrugging him off, I got off the bed and walked to the mirror. I took a look at myself as fresh tears cascaded down my face.

"Look at me Finn! I'm hideous! How am I going to cheer you on when I look so unattractive." I disgustedly looked away from the mirror. "I'm revolting…I…I just can't attend the game. Sorry," I quietly confessed.

He softly chuckled behind me and I glared at him through the mirror. "What now I'm a joke?" I raised my hands in frustration. "Screw you Finn Hudson!"

While he walked up behind me, I crossed my arms and huffed. He caressed my hair still sporting that stupid smile on his face. "You're beautiful," he whispered, moving my hair behind my ear.

I caught his stare when I looked in the mirror. The intensity of his stare mixed with his touch brought chills. "I wasn't laughing at you babe. I'm laughing because you're being crazy." I frowned at his statement. "No…I don't mean like that Rach. You don't see how amazing you look. You're the most beautiful girl I know inside and out. I don't know how you can see that," he cooed, turning me to face him directly. He caressed my arm. "You wanna know how I know you're not hideous?" I slowly nodded as he touched my cheeks. "You have these big amazing brown eyes that have this unique shine to it especially when you bat your eyes. Every time you talk about something you love there's always a twinkle in them." I modestly smiled. "I love your perfect pink lips," he continued, tracing his fingers against them as they moved apart by this touch. "And when you smile you make me feel like I'm the only one in the room. I love the feel of your long soft brown hair when I comb through it." He moved his hands lower to my waist. My breathe hitched when he placed his hand under my shirt slowly yet dangerously caressing my stomach. "I love making you squirm or blush when you let me touch you in ways I hope I can only touch you. But you know what I love the most?" I quickly shook my head anxiously wanting to hear more. He flashed me a lopsided smile. "Your nose. It makes who you are. It makes you special," he explained, playfully touching my nose and causing me to giggle. "And you don't only look really hot in the way you dress but you're the only beautiful girl for me."

I brightly smiled at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "How did I get so lucky?"

His smiled suddenly became serious. He shook his head and leaned in so our foreheads and noses were touching. "No Rach. It's me who's lucky," he voiced before our lips touch, synchronizing in our movement.

He carefully wiped the leftover tears when we pulled apart. "There. Better?"

"Yes."

"Good now do me the honor and wear my practice jersey and lettermen jacket," he insisted, handing me the articles of clothing.

"Gladly," I proudly stated as I grabbed both the jersey and jacket, giving Finn a peck on the lips before heading into the bathroom.

Sam POV:

This is it, the game that's going to determine if we're going to the championships or not. I scanned the room to see Puck, who was flexing in the mirror, Mike and Artie talking by their locker while getting ready, and Finn sitting on the bench with a blank stare. I walked over and sat next to him as I patted his back.

"Hey you ok?"

He kept looking at the floor but eventually nodded. "There's a scout out there for Ohio State."

My eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "Wait Ohio Sate? What bout Rachel? Finn you know she's going to NYC."

He sighs heavily. "I know Sam but if I do get the scholarship for Ohio State, we could do the long distance thing," he said with a shrug.

I nodded. "Did you talk about this with Rachel?"

He looked at the floor, thinking for a second. "No because I don't want to disappoint her if I don't get it and I'm kinda scared how she'll act if I do get in."

"I didn't think about that before."

"Mhm…so what about Charlie?" he asked.

I froze. I never thought about what would happen after we graduated. "Do you think going out our last year is a mistake?"

"Dude fate is inedible (inevitable)," he said as I gave him a confused look then understood what he meant.

"Yeah I guess. Just…have you ever had a feeling of just wanting to be with that certain person no matter what and you don't even know why because she's the only important thing to you?"

His mouth tightened in a thin line, processing everything I said before finally nodding. "Yes….you should never let go of Charlie if you have that feeling. She's a great girl who has strong feelings for you too so don't break her heart."

I smiled at him. "Believe me dude I don't plan on it."

He smiled back before Coach Beiste walked into the locker room. "Ok gather around guys."

Glee!

We all jogged out into the field as I quickly looked for Charlie. My smile widened when I saw her in her cheerios uniform, warming up on the sidelines. She must of felt me staring at her when she looked up at me and winked.

I ran up to her as she got up waiting for me. "Hey sexy," she flirted when I got close.

I wrapped my arms around her, leaning in for a kiss. She placed her hands on both sides of my shoulders after we pulled apart. "Woah what was that for?" she breathlessly said.

"I just missed you," I breathed.

She rolled her eyes. "Or you just missed kissing me."

I laughed. "That too." I slid my hand down her outfit, landing on her butt. She stared open-mouthed at me. "What? I can't help that girlfriend is super hot especially in her cheerleading outfit."

She chuckled as she slapped my arm. I hardly fit it though because of my gear under my uniform and continued to smile. "Well maybe we could do something after the game," she suggested. God this girl is going to be the death of me.

"Aww aren't they cute," Brittney gushed. We looked over to Santana, Brittney and Quinn smiling at us, well Santana was more like smirking.

"Can you just chill your hormones for a second Trouty Mouth. I gotta talk to my girl here," Santana remarked.

Charlie lightly laughed at Santana's usual rude manners. "What's up San?"

Quinn moved forward from the line with her hands behind her back. For the first time since last year she looked like the Quinn I dated and the one I thought I loved. She got rid of the piercings, dyed her hair back to blonde, which was put in a ponytail and replaced her black clothes with her old cheerios uniform. She looked genuinely happy. "I wanted to tell you thank you for convincing Coach Sue to take me back," she started off slowly. "I had a rough couple of years…" her eyes flickered to me then back to Charlie. "And ending my year where I truly belong is the right way to finish so thank you."

"You deserve it. It's our senior year and we should all end it with a bang."

Quinn smiled and nodded. She looked between us then at us holding hands. "You guys are great for each other," she complimented more towards me then Charlie. "I'm sorry of how things turned out between us last year. I forgot all about you and the fact I never really apologized."

Lifting my hand to stop her, I shook my head. "It's ok Quinn. The past is the past but thank you."

She smiled appreciatively while Santana rolled her eyes. "Anyway my turn!" She walked up to Charlie, handing her a small bag. "We have something to give you."

She pulled out a white gold bracelet with the inscription 'bitches for life' and their initials around it. "It's a friendship bracelet from all three of us. Tana keeps telling me that this will bond us four forever but I don't know about that because when we wear it we're never stuck together. I told her, if she wanted to bond us together, why not use handcuffs to keep us together."

We all laughed at Brittney's usual weird comment. Charlie slipped it on, excitedly smiling. "Thanks guys it's beautiful." She said while individually hugging them.

Santana genuinely smiled. "Well I would've never been captain without you."

"We'll talk more during the game. Good luck Sam," Quinn said, pulling Santana and Brittney in tow with her.

"Yeah good luck Guppy!" Santana yelled from over her shoulder.

I rolled my eyes at her comment. "Gee. Thanks Satan." I turned back to Charlie, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Wow that was nice."

"Yeah it is. I never got a gift this meaningful before," she marveled at the silver object, snuggling into my chest for a moment.

"Well things can always change. I know things definitely changed for the better when you walked into my life." She looked at me with those beautiful unique gray eyes and I just got lost in them.

"I more like caught you off guard when we first met," she mused.

"I don't remember. Can you reenact that again to jog my memory?" Her laugh was a melody filling my ears, making my stomach flip and turn.

"I think that's possible," she flirtatiously replied, inching closer and closer until our lips grazed each other's. "After the game," she teased as she pulled back. I playfully glared at her before she pulled away from me. "Now go before Coach Beiste drags your behind on the field."

I groaned and stole one last kiss before walking backwards towards the field.

"Good luck! I'll be cheering you on!" she shouted as I turned around, knowing that's all the encouragement I needed.

Finn POV:

Our team won so we're heading to the championships, which is totally awesome. With Rachel cheering me on, I was in the zone and on my game. It would've been great but things took a turn for the worst when the scout offered the scholarship to Shane. It totally sucked and I would've still been depressed about it if it wasn't for Rachel.

Flashback:

Thank god my mom and Burt were a trip for Burt about some Congress duty and Kurt was spending the night with Blaine. I didn't want to explain why I was so bummed out or hear someone complain about me drumming so loudly. When I finished drumming my anger out, I heard a knock downstairs. While I walked downstairs and to the front door, I wondered if the person had been outside knocking for long. I opened it to see Rachel, who changed into the cutest dress, looked at me with wide innocent eyes and all my sadness and anger was forgotten.

"What are you doing here?"

She nervously played with her purse. "After you left so suddenly, I went home with Sam and he told me about the scout and you not getting the scholarship."

I reached for her hands and pulled her inside, heading to the living room. "I'm so sorry Rach. I was upset and embarrassed...I forgot to take you home."

She sat down, smoothing her dress over once. "Why didn't you tell me in the beginning?"

I knelt down in front of her as she tightly held my hand. "I don't know. I figured if I didn't tell you about it then all this graduating stuff and going into the real world wouldn't happen." I got up and started pacing around the room, the anger returning. "I suck! I'm gonna be stuck in Lima forever! No one is gonna recruit me because Coach Cooter said I'd reached my ceiling!"

"There are other schools…" she whispered.

I looked at her like she was crazy. "Are there other schools for you besides NYADA?" I raised my hands up. "I'm not a good enough quarterback to get a scholarship, I'm not a good enough singer. It's all over for me!" I slammed down on the sofa, trying not to cry.

She quickly got up and knelt down in front of me. "Stop it! Finn, look at me." She cupped my cheeks, making me look in her beautiful brown eyes. "Your dreams aren't dead, okay? You've just grown out of them. You have to find new ones now."

I removed her hands and shook my head. "I'm a loser Rach and I wouldn't even know how to find new ones."

"Then we'll figure it out together," she quietly said, causing me to look at her. "You know how I know that?" I shook my head not having a clue how Rachel, who's so perfect, talented and beautiful, chose a guy like me. "Because I am gonna give you something that no one else is ever going to get."

I was confused as to what she was talking about until she leaned in to kiss me but i pushed back no feeling in the mood to make out or go any further. "You don't have to do this. I'm not good enough for you."

She firmly gripped my hands and held it to her chest. "Listen just because I know what I want to do, doesn't mean it'll happen but I also won't go down without a fight. It's ok not to know what you want to do. You have nothing to worry about because you have me and we will find your dreams together." Tears started moving down her cheek as she smiled and brushed my cheeks against her tiny fingers. "I'm just a girl, here with the boy that she's in love with, wanting to remember this moment for the rest of her life."

I felt myself crying along with her. "I love you so much," I said amazed before she kissed me. I held her closer as I deepened the kiss. She grabbed the blanket from behind me and pulled me down to the floor. We laid down and started undressing each other leaving our worries and troubles behind. It was just Rachel and me in this moment.

End Flashback:

That night was epic. After Rachel and I made love to each other, we cuddled by the fireplace the rest of the night, laughing and talking about new dreams for us, not just me. I snapped out of my thoughts and started to fix my tie.

"Hey handsome." I heard behind me. I turned around smiling. There Rachel glowing with happiness. She wore the back and white tux and black skirt with matching shoes.

"You look beautiful," I complimented and her smile widened at the comment.

"Thank you," she said politely as she walked up and helped me with my tie. I stood there quietly, staring at her as she fixed it. I thought ahead into the future of what life would be like if we were married, her tying my ties and me stealing a few kisses before heading off to work.

"There perfect," she said, snapping me out of my daydream.

I grabbed her hand and held it close to me. "It sucks you're not singing today."

Her eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "But I am singing today Finn."

I softly chuckled and shook my head. "No I mean it sucks that you don't have a solo for sectionals. You don't deserve to be singing backup."

It really did suck. We were doing a Michael Jackson medley for sectionals. Tina, Mike, Quinn and Kurt were picked to sing ABC. Artie, Quinn and Santana were picked to sing Control. Puck, Sam, Blaine and me were picked to end the performance with Man in the Mirror. I felt bad for Rach and Charlie since they didn't have a solo. They're a lot more talented than anyone else I know. Rachel placed a hand on my cheek and I instantly leaned into her touch. "It's really fine Finn. The people chosen deserved the solos especially Tina, Mike, Artie and Puck. They deserve a chance to shine too."

One of the crewmembers yelled our groups name and that we were up soon. Rachel looked back to me, quickly fixed her hair then exhaled. "Okay let's go," she said smiling when she pulled me along.

I stopped, which made her stop too and she looked back at me. "Break a leg."

Her eyes widened a bit in surprise but a smile broke out on her face. "I love you," she simply stated. We shared a brief kiss then headed to the stage.

Only about 2 more weeks until Glee! I really don't count this week lol so 2 more torturous weeks. Good? Bad? Review Please! Oh and thank you for all the people who continue to read and comment on my story as for those who put my story on alert! ^_^ i feel so loved!