DISCLAIMER: Bla bla bla, I don't own Glee, Ryan Murphy and FOX do. It'd be cool if I did though. ;)

Here's chapter five! :)

I can't believe how fast I'm writing all this. I hope I'm not going so fast that the story sucks, though. Please don't be afraid to tell me if I am.

I'm starting to get a little proud of it though. :)

This chapter actually has, um, er, ehm... substance to it. :)

Enjoy:

CHAPTER FIVE

Finn Hudson is sleeping in his old bed, in his old house, in his old neighborhood. Seemingly back in his old life. He wakes up and takes a shower. Just another day. He steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around his waist.

On the way to his dresser he stops at the sight of his reflection in the mirror. He gives his body a one-over. He shakes his head and continues to the dresser where he pulls out underwear and a pair of faded blue jeans. He gets dressed.

He finishes his morning routine and walks out to his mother's car. What a piece of shit. He jams the key in the ignition and the car rages to life, after a few key turns of course. He backs out and drives the usual route to his school.

On the way there he's thinking of Rachel. His only reason for living. The girl he loves. The girl he would never hurt again.

He talks with a couple of his football buddies after getting out of his car.

Finn walks into the school, and heads for his locker. He turns the corner, but she isn't there, at his locker. She isn't waiting for him. She isn't there to kiss him and hug him and tell him everything is alright. She can't slap him when he calls himself stupid.

Maybe she's sick today.

He starts the school day in his homeroom, English. The teacher talks about a bunch of mumbo-jumbo bullshit, and he knows he should be paying attention. He's failing this class, after all. But he can only think of her.

Second period. He has Spanish, but Mr. Schue isn't there. The teacher that motivated him to become the person he wanted to be, the man that encouraged him to sing. The man who blackmailed him into joining Glee club, where he met Rachel.

Maybe he's sick.

"Hey Puck, have you seen Rachel?"

"Who the hell is Rachel, man?"

"Um, Rachel Berry, my girlfriend."

"You mean that spazzy jazz hands chick that sings all the time? When did y'all start hanging out?"

What the hell?

At lunch he sees her and his heart drops. He nearly skips to the table where she's sitting, alone. Normally she's surrounded by Artie and Mercedes and Tina and the rest of the gang, but she's not today.

"Hey Rach. I missed you at my locker today", he says with a kiss on her cheek.

"Ew, what the heck? Wait, you're Finn Hudson. Why are you talking to me? Shouldn't you be hanging out with your football buddies and your cheerleader girlfriend?"

"Haha, very funny. So- about that Glee assignment. What are we gonna do?"

"Glee? Glee club was disbanded by Principal Figgins after Sandy Ryerson was fired."

He knows she's only shitting him.

"Come on Rach, it's not funny anymore."

"Listen. I don't even kn- wait. Are you the guy that egged my house last week?"

"Uh, no." He leans across the lunch table to kiss her.

"Oh my God, what is your problem?" She gathers her books and runs off.

Did he do something wrong?

He'll talk to her later.

It was a Tuesday, so they had Glee rehearsal after school.

No one was in the choir room when he got there, so he waited for a couple minutes.

Nobody.

Finn waits so long that he falls asleep in the hard plastic chair.

He's awoken by a loud noise. He looks around, but he's not in the choir room anymore; he's on the football field. The noise was the crowd. A mammoth of a fullback is charging at him. He turns around but is tripped. The second his nose collides with the turf, he's transported to a hallway in the school. Every single person in Glee is surrounding him, even Mr. Schue.

They all have Slushies in their hands.

What's going on? He spins around to meet Rachel's eyes. But they are cold, and lifeless. They aren't their usual chocolate brown color. This girl isn't Rachel.

In fact, every New Directions member looks like a soulless zombie. These aren't his friends.

He starts panicking.

And they let the Slushies fly out of their cups, aiming for him. He shield his eyes from the corn syrup waterfall.

And he wakes up.

Rachel is standing over him with a wooden tray piled high with various breakfast foods in her hands. Her eyes are large, and she looks only slightly crazy.

"Good morning sunshine." She sets the tray on his bed. "I called the house early this morning and your mom told me you were sick, so I thought I'd-" but she doesn't finish because he's wrapped her in what seems like the world's biggest hug. He kisses her hair then her forehead then her eyelids and finally her lips.

She pushes him off. "Finn, I don't want to get sick too."

"Oh, sorry."

"What's gotten into you this morning? You're awfully- affectionate."

"I had a drea- never mind. I just really missed you. Thanks for making me breakfast, Rach." He looks down at it. "It looks delicious." She beams at him.

He grabs a fork a starts to ravage into the eggs and bacon. Then he devours a blueberry muffin- his favorite- in one bite, and gulps down the glass of milk. Damn she could cook.

"I figured we could have an inside day since you're sick. I brought a bunch of movies and gluten-free microwavable popcorn." He finishes the tray of food while she's naming them off.

"So which one do you want to watch first?"

He kisses her forehead again. Then he sits back down and just looks at her. He takes in her beauty and her body and the outfit. He thinks how she no doubt spent an hour deciding what to wear.

She's blushing.

Finn ruffles through the sack of movies. "Hmm. Let's start with Fiddler on the Roof."

"You hate that movie", she says bluntly.

"But you love it." So he turns on the TV and pops in the DVD.

Rachel is sitting on the long orange couch next to Finn's bed, which faces the TV. He lays his head in her lap, gets comfortable, and presses play on the remote. She starts to curl his hair in and out of her fingers.

The day ended as it had started- watching movies. Rachel wouldn't let Finn sit close to her when he got restless and moved around. But she let him hold her hand. He could swear he saw several flashes of hand sanitizer being pulled out of her bag though.

And life was bliss.

Well, at least he thought it was. He didn't really know what the word bliss meant, but Rachel used it last week, and it sounded smart, so it was good enough for him.

So, what'd you think? :) Tell me! Press that little button on the bottom middle of this page that says "Review this story". I'll appreciate it lots. :)

Thanks again to sammyuzzelle for inspiration. :)

Oh! Miss sammyuzzelle has jumped on the Glee fanfiction wagon, herself!

As I promised before, it's about Quinn and Puck's summer!

It's called 'A Summer for Puck & Quinn'!

The first chapter is up!

It's great! :)

And the crossover is still a definite maybe!

And you can find her story linked on my twitter! (mylaststraw)

And I should stop saying and and using exclamation points! :3

Chapter Six coming soon. And when I say soon, probably tomorrow night. Because I have no life.

:DD