The poems not good. He can see it in her face. See it in the way she cringes every time he rhymes "why" with "why". He pauses, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. She gives him a thumbs up, but he know she's only doing it to be nice. He hears boos, that's how he knows he screwed up. What the hell? He doesn't even like poetry! He just wanted to impress her. Epic fail. When it was over, he looked for her. She was gone. He quickly ran off stage, completely embarrassed. He walked to the side of the stage, wanting to be out of sight so no one could see him, and to escape anymore boos. He slowly slid down the wall, his head falling into his hands. He can't believe she left him. "You were pretty bad out there, but no need to cry about it." He looked up to see her. Quinn Fabray. His first love. She sat down next to him, each of them not saying a word. It was nice to be there with her, he guesses. But. She wasn't Rachel. A minute later, she spoke again. "That poem?" she looked at him, her face falling a little, "It was for her? Right?" That's funny. She asked about Rachel. She hates Rachel, but Rachel hates her too. I'm guess i'm to blame, Finn thinks. He nods. She stood up all at once, taking his hand and dragging him up along with her. Finn walked with her. And he did for the rest of his life. What he didn't know then, but knows now. Now that he's 80, married to Quinn, watching their grandchildren play in the backyard. What he knows now, is that Rachel was there all along.
She never left.