I was fierce. Radiant. I owned those halls every single day I strutted down them. I truly stand out now as the bitch who hates everyone and everyone hates, but doesn't give a damn about it. Apparently that's something to be admired for. But with my pocket knife on me at all times, I'm ready to strike Finn at any second and end this cruel and dishonest "friendship" of ours.

That is, until I enter Criminal Justice and he's standing in the middle of the room, charming as ever, practicing with a fake gun. His chestnut eyes, smiling yet filled with darkness at the same time. Those innocent dimples that got him through half his lies in life. I cant picture just quite yet. From a strangers point of view, he seems like any ordinary high school boy who may or may not have a troubled past.

I stand at the entry way, taking a deep breath then planting one foot in front of the other till I reach where he's standing. "What, already thinking of ways to outshine the rest of the class?" I tease, trying to keep my natural sarcastic theme. His dimples reappear as he grins then does tricks by spinning the gun into the air and catching it with one hand. "I'm not sure I should be worried about that."

"Where'd you get all this training?" The sentence slipping from my mouth to suddenly, giving away the hint that I've been thinking about it frequently. He shows no sign of being uncomfortable but instead answers my question. "My dad was in the army remember?" Finn reminded as another thought came to mind.

"Yeah, when you were 3." My statement, seeming to offend him as he froze in place then turned to be with rage. "Just because he wasn't necessarily there, doesn't mean that I at least got a glimpse of the military life. I was almost sent there in middle school for my behavior." He calms himself down until I want him to admit some kind of truth. "What happ-"

"Nothing." He responds, coldly as he sits down and repeatedly reloads the gun.

"Well I'm just glad that you're back to normal. That we're back to normal." My sentence triggering his odd behavior to begin. "What is that supposed to mean?" He asks as he shifts his body and glares at me deep in the eyes while I look down on him. One part of him seeing curious but he should very well know what I'm hinting at.

"Well, for starters we haven't argued or emotionally hurt one another in about a month. And I think this had been the longest I've gone without cussing at you." The relief I get when I'm done speaking and he lets out a chuckle then turns his attention back to his fake gun and shines it slowly.

"It's so cute how innocent you're trying to be. But sometimes you have to face the fact that this is reality, not some nightmare you can wake up from." Finn spoke in a manor to wear I couldn't exactly understand what he was pin pointing to. I wrapped my hands together behind my back and slowly slipped on of them into my back pocket and got hold of the pocket knife, not knowing where this conversation might lead too. His eyes rapidly caught attention to my movement and just when I say "I don't know what you're t-ALKING about." He stands up and pulls me as close to him as I can get until I'm right up against him in a threatening position. His grip on my waist while one hand courses down my back.

"I don't know who you think you are, or think I am. But you're not going anywhere." He informed as his hand crept into my back pocket seductively and closed the pocket knife in his palm. His next words vibrated against my ear and sent Goosebumps down my skin. "And neither am I."

I finally release myself from his grip and he smiles mischievously and winks at me. His behavior, making me internally frustrated with him at the moment. He's aware about this game I'm playing, advantage is, is that he doesn't know who's behind it all.

I'm no longer feeling sympathy for him as I realize how dark he can truly be. And how easy it is for him to seem so innocent. So far, that's his only defense.

Now I'm fed up. He thinks he can beat me down again, well I would beg to differ. The bell finally rang to dismiss us from Criminal Justice and I marched out of class and down the halls knowing it would take just a few steps for him to catch up with me. "Oooh. Little miss alpha female thinks she can actually top me. Look, I get it, you don't have to feel sorry for yourself that ever since I got to this town."

I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned on my heel to face him. "I'm not exactly sure we're on the right page here." Which we probably weren't. Which brought up the thought, that I have no idea what he is really talking about.

"I get it, my skills make you feel…amateur. That's why your so interested in what I'm doing, so that you can find my weaknesses." I couldn't tell if he was using that as a metaphor for this whole 'I'm a psychopath who might one day kill you' scenario. I was pretty convinced that this was mainly what the new, self conceded and narcissistic Finn was saying.

"You're just jealous that I'm doing better at Criminal Justice than you are." He stated as I grinned and felt stupid for completely forgetting that he was clueless of the fact that his father had returned, returned to kill him, through me.

"Yeah, that's exactly what's on my mind right now." I spoke sarcastically as I directed myself in the opposite direction until he figured out that, that wasn't what I was thinking about at all. "Is it still awkward between us. I mean, ever since that whole, scene, in the hall. You've been acting a little bi polar with me."

I did what I did next, not because I tried befriending the enemy, but because I missed Finn. Not the one he's becoming, but the one who probably did have genuine feelings for me. I might have been the first person to understand him and maybe he felt that connection as well. But I broke it. And when I broke him, it fled all the degrading memories from the past into the future.

My arms wrapped tight around his neck and held him as close as I could. It took awhile for me to feel the same embrace from him. His hands pressed into my back and his chin resting on my shoulder. I wasn't the first to let go, our hug actually lasted for a good couple of minutes. Not one word was spoken until we both, in synch, unraveled ourselves and stood awkwardly. "No matter what anyone tells you. What ever they force upon you. Just know I'm a person you can come to. You can tell me anything."

I couldn't read his expression but I knew he was probably curious about my confession." Even though we aren't together doesn't mean I don't still care about you." I assured as I stood on the tips of my toes to plant a soft kiss on his cheek then strolled off, hoping he believed me. Because out of everything, he's the one thing keeping me on this planet.

…..

I throw myself on my bed, exhausted from all the events that have taken place within the last couple of days. I'm stuck. I cant chose which side to be on, or who to trust. I mean, where has Finn's father been half his life.

I'm about to pass out until I hear the familiar light pitter patter on the shingles next to my window. My eyes shoot open as a rush of joy and satisfaction flooded through me and raced to open the window. The patter had gotten harder as I slipped my flimsy body through the small gap.

The light air sent chills down my spine and goose bumps along my arm. Feeling the drops that either traced down my cheek or sat pleasurably on my skin. It cleansed me like it always had, but this time, I shed quite a few tears as well as the clouds did. It's better that I cant tell the difference between sadness and purifying myself. I need time to myself. Something I haven't gotten in a while. And the only time I have felt carefree and %100 Rachel Berry, I was with Finn.

So my next thought was a risk, but not a terrible idea. I slipped back inside, soaking from head to toe and wiped my hands against my blankets and pulled out my phone. With still slippery fingers, I texted him

Meet me at the cliff in half an hour.

I shook as I pressed sent and sunk into my bed. His reply returned instantly, but very curious.

At 'the' cliff? Do you trust me?

I couldn't tell if this was a warning or just an insult on my odd behavior lately. Always seeming like he's about to attack me, every time I talk to him. So to make sure he doesn't miss out on this opportunity, which I know he wouldn't anyways, I text back.

You're the only person I 'can' trust.

I didn't bother to check my messages after that. I immediately rolled my skate board, out from under the bed and into the grip of my palm.

Sure I was the first to arrive, since I sent the message about 15 minutes ago anyways. So I plopped myself onto a rock and gazed into the distance. Glancing at the view that I had been so oblivious to notice for the longest of time.

I stepped to the edge of the cliff and cautiously looked down, it had gotten deeper but still dark and deathly. But this was the perfect position to feel the wind soar through my hair and whisper into my ears.

My foot jerked quickly as I reacted by trying to lean back and keep myself from tipping forward. It's as if I immediately lost control and didn't even register that I began to slip off the rock. My heart stopped beating as I began to float downwards till I caught onto the edge of the slippery earth and hung like an ornament.

"Somebody help! Please, help me!" I hollered as I hope Finn was soon to make an appearance. Luckily he did. I heard his raspy voice call to me from a distance as I hung for my life, trying to struggle the least amount possible. My head slightly tilted, viewing the earth under me, so far.

I grunted, trying to shift my hands between rocks and screamed even louder than I had before. "FINN!"

My fingers, one by one, began to lose grip. Finally his figure appeared before me and I began to slip, until he gripped my arm. Almost slipping himself.

"Finn!"

"Don't let go!" He demanded as what were his light chestnut eyes, turned dark and worried. Without replying, he slowly shifted me to where my elbows could be placed on top of the sandy rocks. I used every ounce of strength to push myself atop the land as his firm hands gripped my waist and propped me up. I released soft sobs as he held me against his chest, in his arms. My fingers, hooking onto the thin material of his shirt, breathing heavily as we sat for a moment. His hand soothed my back as the other secured me.

"Thank-you….For saving me," I thanked in between breaths. When we regained our strength, we rose to our feet and turned to face each other. For some reason it didn't seem as if he accepted my blessing.

"Is that why you texted me to meet you here, to test if I still cared about you?" He asked curiously as I felt ashamed once he asked. "No, I wanted to talk to you, about us."

My hand placed itself atop his as his eyes flickered back and forth between our enveloped hands and my pleading eyes. I leaned in and pressed my hands into his cheeks before our lips met for the longest of time. I savored this moment for when we kissed, it seemed like a lifetime since we shared our last. Our tongues did the familiar but amazing dance until we stopped and gazed into each others eyes as I confessed something that felt to early to tell.

"I still love you."

A huge weight was lifted off my shoulder as his goofy half grin appeared on his face. Genuine and not forced.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't love you either."

His words, making my heart beat faster and my soul rise to new heights. "I couldn't live seeing you die, it would kill me inside," He admitted as I rested my head on his shoulder and gripped his hand.

"I miss you. I try getting you out of my head, but I cant, because I guess it's fate that kept you there." I confessed as he smiled and kissed my forehead and pulled me closer to him. He seemed so different than he was this morning. Not cocky or mischievous just laid back and worried.

"But I have to ask you something." I spoke as all the innocence immediately fled his face and turned stone cold. "Something about your life." He clenched his jaw as I dared myself to go further, knowing this conversation wouldn't end well.

"What about my life, you already know everything." He was obviously trying to avoid this subject. I choked on my words before finally spitting out, "Your life, before you met me."

"You don't want to do this, Rachel." He warned as it came off as a threat more than just to inform. How could we be together if he wouldn't let me in.

"Actually I do! WHY HAVENT YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU ALMOST KILLED YOUR FATHER AND THAT YOU WERE SOMETHING YOU WERENT!"

"How do you know this!?" He was frustrated and nothing was stopping me from getting what I needed.

"Because your father told me!" I informed as the blood drained from his face the second I admitted the truth. And just like that he was shuffling his way through the trees and shrubs. There was no use hiding from the truth anymore.

Truths are revealed and how far can they go in their relationship? What if Rachel's life is at risk again? Or Kurts? Hope you enjoyed! Please Comment :)