So this is how it feels. To be emotionally attached to someone. Every touch, every glance shared means something. Well to me. I'm not completely sure how things are viewed in his perspective. Kurt woke me from my trance by slamming a pile of papers on the table.

"Thanks to the growing attention Libney's Peak is getting, the principal is letting me post one of your stories each week on the bulletin!"

I sat unimpressed, taking a sip of my red bull. Was he really excited over something like this?

"Ooooo, the bulletin. Such an upgrade."

I shot him a smirk as his tone dropped.

"Stop being sarcastic, you do it to the point that I'm starting to believe you!"

He lashed out at me. Technically giving me a compliment.

"Could you do me a favor and staple these onto the bulletins on ground level. I'll do the ones up here."

He lifted about half of the papers from the stack and shoved them in my chest.

"Do you know how many bulletins there are on the first floor?"

His arms folded in front of his chest, clearly seeing if I could prove him wrong with a specific amount.

"…A lot!"

A smirk sneaked up onto his face as he played around with his small, flimsy, stack of papers.

"Why don't you ask pretty boy, I bet he would have no problem giving you a hand."

My hands immediately stopped digging in my bag of potato chips and glared up at him.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh come on. It's not secret that he likes you. Every time he sees you its like a lion stalking its prey. He cant take his eyes off you!"

"Now you're making him sound like a stalker more than a guy who has a crush on me. Face it, I'm not looking for a relationship."

His next words blurted out, as if he had no clue other people existed in this building.

"Not looking for a relationship my ass!"

My eyes widened, eyes darting everywhere, making sure we didn't grab a lot of attention.

"Secret hangouts, flirtatious pass bys in the hall. I would be thinking you guys were dating if I didn't know you. Plus, he's too cute to turn down. I'd know. I'm gay."

I rolled my eyes, while standing up, pile of papers slowly falling out of my hands.

"Anyways, I'll be going now. If it means missing 1st period. Hell I'll do anything."

I gripped tightly on them and headed down the first hall, along with a stapler. It crossed my mind about what he said. Did Finn really make it that obvious. And if he was, was he trying to send me some message about hooking up. Well I knew deep down that I had feeling for him, but more in a friend manor. It's like he's reading my mind when he appears out of a class room door and screams my name. I act natural by stapling the papers up. He's technically grasping for air when he reaches me.

"You know, I came over something really interesting yesterday while reading the school's paper," those words escaped his mouth, sounding like he had figured out a difficult puzzle. I gulped down the saliva that had been created the moment he appeared.

"Exactly what would that be?"

He read aloud the article in paper.

"For roses are not just a symbol of love, appeal and desire. For a rose could be as degrading as a lily for it could also represent death, regret and pain. The blood coating on it's fragile petals that slowly turns darker every second that it lives. Then in a matter of time, the roses light burns out, just like a human's heart. For when loves light goes out, it is arduous, almost unimaginable to gain back. But if the light is ever turned back on, your soul is lifted into the air, all despair, vanished. As if the light has always been alive."

After that, his breath traveled through the air as I stood silently. Before the words escaped his mouth, I never found them so, powerful. He gazed at me in amazement and that's when it hit me. He caught me. I knew it shouldn't have been long for him to figure it out. Only I would create work like that and he knew it.

"Kurt's quite the writer, I'll tell you that."

His grin disappeared at my statement and by the look of it, probably lost belief in his theory.

"Yep, too bad no one knows who really wrote it."

I slammed the stapler into the wall and froze. He wasn't going to stop. Not until he got his answers.

"What are you accusing me of ?"

"Nothing, I'm not accusing you of anything. But you just accused yourself."

The smirk reappeared and he folded his arms in satisfaction.

"Fine, you got me. I'm the one behind Kurt's article. But it doesn't mean you should go off telling everybody and ruining his reputation!"

I charged towards the next bulletin, hearing his footsteps travel behind me.

"It couldn't! He already posted in one of his articles that the writer was anonymous. So people know its not him. What's so bad about giving you credit?"

"I don't want it!"

I stapled the paper furiously onto the board, warning him to back off a little.

"You're just scared because I'm starting to know you more than you know yourself!"

I froze then slowly turned, on my heel, to face him. I saw the guilt in his face from screaming at me but yet I actually wasn't mad at him. I was mad at myself.

"And that's where you're wrong. No one can completely know me. Not Kurt and definitely not you."

I could tell he was disappointed in me, his eyes dagger at me as the guilt was starting to build up in me.

"Fine, I guess there's just another talented and creative person out there, waiting to be noticed. Just like you."

He marched off into the sea of people, filling the hallways. He was wrong. No one is like me. I'm pretty sure of it. No normal girl is dealing with what I have to go through. I glance up at the article I'm stapling and think. Should I give it a chance? I mean how popular can you get from writing a story in the newspaper?

Very. Swarms of obsessed loners encompassing me 24/7. Questions that I have to answer once or twice. The people asking me, had no idea I ever existed. Speaking to me as if we've known each other for a lifetime. I tried parting myself from the crowd by turning into random hallways. Honestly, I wish Finn was here. Sure after our little debacle we have been very, distant. But he would be the only one to ward off these addicts. It's as if my prayers have been answered when he appears out of the corner and when he eyes me, he switches directions and heads towards the stairs.

"Finn!"

He parked himself and turned to face me. The group behind me falls silent as I pace towards him. When I reach him, I hear low snickers from behind.

"Hey, Rachel."

Sounding absolutely sarcastic about being thrilled to see me. I needed to pick up conversation if they were gonna leave. But then they got curious.

"Is he your boyfriend?"

My eyes widened as they glanced up at his. Blush came over his cheeks as immediately snapped.

"No! He's my friend."

Some scoffed and glared at me in disbelief.

"Friends? With a guy like that?"

One of the girls took her sunglasses and examined him, giving me a slight sting in the stomach. Maybe I didn't love him but I still felt this connection between us that couldn't be lost. Or else who knows what would have happened. It was hard to see a grin appear on his face in my peripheral vision.

"Well, excuse me ladies but Rach and I have a project for history to talk about."

He placed his arm on the small of my back and turned me around, strolling down the halls with him. I felt that same sensation on my spine that I felt on my elbow in Criminal Justice when I first met him. As we walked through the crowds of people, I felt several eyes glare us down.

"Really? Rach?"

"What, I cant give you a nickname, friend ?

He smirked while a playfully punched him in the arm.

"Shut up, you know they were thinking something else in their head. Didn't want them to get too carried away.

We reached my algebra class as he leaned against the wall next to the door, with a puzzled look. I glanced at Kurt, who was spying on us from his seat. His words stunned me.

"Are we something else?"

His pupils dilated the second my eyes met his. Making the golden flecks in his light brown eyes noticeable. With his hands shoved in his pockets, he grinned and walked off. My eyes staring him down until he disappeared behind the corner. I stood in complete shock. What was that supposed to mean? Was everyone right? Was he trying to flirt with me but I was too oblivious to notice? I smiled as I walked into Algebra, placing myself in the seat next to a chuckling Kurt, who kept smiling at me.

"What?"

Her head shook with a smile. He had definitely over heard our conversation. The more I'm with Finn the more I realize. He's not just my friend. He's my inspiration.

...

I'm going to die. My body hidden behind a wall while my head peeked into the cafeteria. Spotting aggravated girls surround Kurt. One step in there and I will noticed for good. People have been congratulating me since I arrived at school this morning. But the cafeteria has no escape once you're in.

I let out a little shriek as a firm grip caught onto my shoulder. Finn. Surprise, surprise. Ever since his little "are we something else" statement, I always notice his little gestures.

"Trying to think of how to take them on?

"Actually, trying to think on how to survive."

He chuckled as the expression on his face was suggestive.

"I know that look."

A smile crossed his face while he snatched my hand and led me out the doors to the courtyard, eventually leading to the cliff. For some reason, this starting feeling as if it was another Twilight movie. A girl and a mysterious guy hiding out from people. But at the same time, it felt better than that. It became a thing to visit this place with him once in a while. Our usual position where our feet dangle off the edge. This time, one arm securely wrapped a round me, his hand placed on my waist. The wind carrying my hair as it did the first time out here, but making me feel even more radiant as I noticed Finn glancing at me through my peripheral vision. Slowly I turned my face towards him, sliding my eyes from side to side a s if he was gazing at something else.

"What?"

No reply. Just a simple gesture of him taking a strand of my hair and placing it behind my ear. All the sudden, I'm getting this churning feeling within me. Desire, desperation of needing something. We get lost in each others gaze when the sting in my stomach grows. Every breath I take has a hint of nervousness that makes me wet my lips.

"You don't have to kiss me if you don't want to."

He doesn't know. The amount that I crave him.

"I want to."

The last word, slurred as a shove my lips into his. My first ever kiss with a boy and it's better than anything I ever imagined. Unimaginable, irreplaceable. Savoring every taste of him. His arms crushing me to wear the pain is intriguing. I place my frozen hand on his cheek as I feel light shivers vibrate my palm. It can't end. Not because of life or death. Only because we desperately need air to keep us going. Unfortunately , we slowly get to a stopping point. Neither of us looking at each other until we catch our breath.

I attack him by surprise and kiss him intensely, pushing his head into mine with my hands wrapped around his neck. Lastly, giving him light kisses till I feel his smile curve against my lips. I don't know what made me, but I whisper what I have figured out ever since we met.

"I need you."

I pleaded as he places his finger on my chin, making me glance up at him.

"Now you've got me."

We are lost in the moment until I leaned into his shoulder and there, peacefully. Enjoying this moment for ourselves.

So this is how it feels. To be in love.

The beginning of Finchel! Does Rachel finally get to experience the most normal subject in life and realize whats she been missing? Finn sure does have an experience that he Is'nt willing to share unless he's careful. Please comment!