Hey everyone! Sorry for the delay! Thank you for all the reviews! Here's the chapter you all have been waiting for; the big Finchel meeting.

Oh yeah, and I've finally added cover images for Complicated, More Than Words, and this one! Be sure to check out all three of them.

I don't own Glee. The only characters I own are any of the crew and kids that are mentioned.

Enjoy!

All it took was one short walk through the area of New York that seemed like Hollywood for her to realize being a Hollywood star wasn't for her. She liked being on Broadway, even though she was typical fodder for tabloids. She watched as people walked past her; on their phones and caring only about themselves. Once she saw a nice coffee shop she knew she had to stop in to get an iced tea.

It was crowded, which surprised her since it was 2 in the afternoon. Maybe some of the people in there were on their second break. She gazed at her own phone while waiting in line, looking through pictures of her kids and family. She eventually stumbled upon a picture of her and Jesse. She remembered the day it was took; it was the day he was killed.

Once Rachel saw it, she immediately flicked by it to look at other pictures. Some where three of her children's birthdays, some were her performances, and little moments in between. She missed her husband, but as the days went by that feeling of love seemed to be disappearing right before her very brown eyes.

Someone shoved her, cutting her in line. "Hey, you can't cut!"

"Tough luck, shrimp," the woman said. "Maybe if you actually moved I wouldn't have cut in front of you."

She sometimes forgot how mean the people of New York were.

With a short huff, Rachel made her way to the section of the coffee shop where there were pre-made beverages. And as the plus, they were already cold. She looked at each drink carefully before her eyes glimmered at the sight of a can of sparkling strawberry lemonade. She reached for it before bumping her hand into someone else's. If it's that one woman I swear...!

She followed the hand, which lead to an arm, which lead to a shoulder, which lead to a face. It wasn't that rude woman in line, but a man about her age. He had dark brown hair that was almost black, a fair complexion, and hazel-brown eyes that captivated her attention.

"I was going to grab the orange juice right there, sorry," he said with a goofy smile. His smile was probably one of the cutest things Rachel had seen.

"Here," she grabbed it and handed it to him with a smile of her own.

"Thanks. And were you going to grab this?" he grabbed the sparkling strawberry lemonade and put it in her hand.

"Yes, thank you. I'm not in the mood for coffee right now so this will do the trick," she told him.

"Well, I'm not really a coffee kind of guy. The taste is just disgusting to me," she noticed he grimaced at the very thought of coffee.

"You're lucky. Once you start drinking it on a daily basis, you become addicted."

"Thanks for the tip. I'm Finn Hudson," Finn stuck out his hand for a handshake.

"It's very nice to meet you Finn. I'm Rachel St. James," Rachel extended her own arm and shook his hand firmly.

"Wait, you're Rachel St. James?" he asked.

"I just said that..."

"No way. You're going to be on Late Night with Sam Evans! My step-brother was telling me about you the other day. He says the two of you are really good friends," Finn said.

"Why yes, I am," she said while flipping her hair back. Then she remembered her conversation with Kurt from yesterday. "And wait... your brother is Kurt Hummel?"

He nodded. "That's amazing! Kurt's a really great guy. His husband Blaine is too. They're kids are adorable."

"They stop by my house from time to time. It's always fun when they're around," they started to make their way back in line to purchase their drinks. They placed their drinks on the counter, knowing they'd pay for them separately.

"That will be four dollars," the cashier said to Rachel. She reached for her wallet and by the time she grabbed a five dollar bill, a receipt was given to her.

"Consider it a gift," Finn said as he paid for his own drink. She got out of line and waited for him, and once he said have a good day they ambled out of the coffee shop together.

The adults both grinned before Rachel began to speak, "Well. Where are you heading to?" The Broadway star was hoping he wasn't going far. Sure, all their conversation was small talk but she was enjoying it.

"To work. Being a production assistant is rough. But hey, it pays for the bills," Finn chuckled.

"What studio do you work at?"

"I work at NBC, but you'll always find me on the set of Late Night with Sam Evans. Now that I think about it, I probably should have mentioned I work there when I said you were going to be on the show tonight," he chuckled. Her eyes beamed when she found out they'd be able to spend a little more time together.

"Let's head off then. I don't want you to be late for work," Rachel started walking while talking, accompanied by the sound of her heels clicking on the pavement.

"I won't be late," Finn stated before he followed her. "They love me there."

-outnumbered-

"Finn Hudson! You're late!" the director shouted in his face once he made his way towards the back of the set. "Ugh, how did Sam even convince me to hire you? I can't believe you're late! Especially since Mrs. St. James is one of our guests tonight!"

"Sir, I can assure you he was with me the whole time. We just got caught up in talking after we met at the coffee shop on 54th Street. I'm sorry if I've caused a disturbance," Rachel apologized.

"There's no need for you to apologize, Mrs. St. James," he glared at Finn one last time before walking away. Both of them could hear him whispering to himself under his breath.

"I'll escort you to your dressing room," Finn changed the subject. He gave her a quick tour of the entire lot, from the storage rooms to the green room. There were so many rooms and everything was so nice and organized. She also knew that if she ever brought her youngest children here, they would have one fun game of hide and seek. The man and woman arrived at her dressing room, which had a little plaque on it that said "Rachel St. James." He opened the door, and the dressing room was fancy and elegant.

"It's so beautiful," she mumbled while feeling the fabric of the couch and staring into the vanity mirror. "This is probably one of the nicest dressing rooms I've ever had."

"I'm glad to hear it," he smiled. "It's probably best if I go now. I'll come back in about ten minutes to come get you, okay?"

"Alright, see you then," Rachel waved her hand was a goodbye gesture as he left the shut the door behind him. She made her way over to the dress rack, where she saw there were five dresses for her to choose from. She picked a white dress with floral print; floral was one of her favorite things to wear. Once she put it on, she reached behind her back to zip it up, but couldn't reach it.

"Damnit!" she groaned. Everything about her was short, including her arms. And of course, no one was there to help her! The brunette opened her door, and no one was in the hallway. Just then, Finn turned the corner. Ten minutes hadn't gone by yet, but he probably desired to talk to her again as much as she wanted to talk to him. He saw her and jogged towards her.

"Are you okay Rachel?" he asked.

"I'm in a bit of a predicament," she spoke softly so no one nearby could hear her except for him.

"What's that?" he repeated himself, only asking a different question.

"I can't get my zipper up. And from the looks of it...you're going to have to help me. Now get in here," Rachel grabbed his shirt and practically dragged him in her dressing room and turned around so all he saw was her back. Finn didn't even deny her request, and he reluctantly zipped her up. She felt something cold against her back, and it certainly wasn't his hand. "Thank you."

"No problem," when she turned around, she saw a wedding ring on his finger. She gasped, which made him notice and he instantly looked down at his hand. When his head came back up she slapped him across the face.

"Ow."

"Is this how you treat all of the guests that come in? You make them feel special and you don't tell them you're married? That's horrible! Absolutely horrible!" Rachel exclaimed.

"I was married, but she's passed away last year," he replied bluntly. Now she was the one that felt bad.

"Oh...I'm sorry Finn. I didn't mean to slap you," she apologized.

"It's okay, you didn't know. Well, that's something we have in common, we're both widows."

"You're the widower, I'm the widow," she corrected him.

"Same thing," Finn said.

"I don't think it matters at this point though, right? Who am I kidding, Sam Evans probably going to ask me about Jesse anyway."

"It'll be okay," he reassured her. "Do you want to go to the green room? Sam's almost done with his monologue and you'll be called out soon."

"Sure," they didn't say a word as they made their way to the green room and sat on the couch. She started talking about her love of New York and her childhood, and he did the same. Finn and Rachel were having a lengthy conversation before another production assistant came to get her.

"Well, good luck out there."

"Thank you. I hate to say this but as soon as I'm done with my bit I have to leave for L.A. It was nice meeting you Finn, I hope I see you again soon."

"You too," they said goodbye, but right before she left the room she went over to him to give him a quick kiss goodbye on his cheek. She wasn't thinking when she did it, but she was glad she did it.

During the interview, she saw Finn sitting in the audience, listening to her intently and laughed when she made jokes. The audience cheered for her before she left the stage, and once she was outside of NBC Studios she made her way to the airport for Los Angeles.

Rachel could not stop thinking about Finn; their conversations, the laughs they shared, and even that kiss she gave him. She hoped she would see him again.

No, she was determined to see him again.

Will they ever meet up again? You'll have to wait and see what happens!

Coming up in chapter 5: I've been excited to write this one. This chapter focuses on the kids, mainly the oldest ones. It's Saturday, and it's the night of Jessica Montgomery's party. Since Caroline is grounded, she'll do anything to get to that party with the help of Chris. When they arrive though, there's a surprise waiting for them.