Chapter 3: Borrow my shirt?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own glee
I will hopefully update every Wednesday and Sunday:) but I'll try to upload the next chapter tomorrow because glee is back and I'm super excited:) chapter 4 is kind of an extension of this on, it's super fluffy too:)
"Fuck, Rachel sorry."
How had he missed this girl before, she's beautiful. The light brandishing her hair with gold, her plump lips and her sparkling eyes that look like stars drawn directly for the night sky.
"It- it's fine."
He knows it's not.
"Come on let me help you, it was my fault and I hate that my clumsiness has caused you such grief, I have a spare gym shirt,-
He sees the anxious look on her face.
"Clean of course,"
She visually relaxes.
" in my locker that you could borrow, it might be a little big because you know, your tiny, but it's dry- and not purple"
He adds with an uncertain laugh. Rachel doesn't know what to do, her first instinct is to run and just keep going till she can't stop, but for some reason, possibly the sheer gorgeousness of the man in front of her, she says yes. So, they head to the locker room in silence, neither knowing how to fill the awkward silence that has been extended between them.
" it's erm, it's in here"
Finn gestures to the locker room and hold the door open for Rachel to enter. It kind of smells like feet in here Rachel think but it's courageous enough to express this thought to Finn.
He head over to the long row of lockers, Rachel remaining stock still by the door. He exclaims a prideful grunt as he stands holding a red McKinley gym shirt in his right hand.
"There you are."
Rachel unfolds the shirt and her heart instantly drops, instead of having the long sleeved shirt that Rachel has he has the 'summer' version. Rachel instantly becomes extremely nervous.
" erm, it's ok thanks, I wouldn't want to take this from you, you- you keep it, I'll just wash my shirt out in the toilets."
"No, I insist, you should have to walk around in a wet shirt because I'm a clutz who doesn't watch where he's going."
Rachel doesn't know what to do, she can't run, he'd stop her before she's out of the room. Think, Rachel, think.
"Erm it's a little chilly outside and I wouldn't want to get cold, you wouldn't have to have a longer shirt would you."
"Rachel, it's summer, I kinda don't know how your in a long sleeved shirt, just try it ok, just me to make me feel better."
That half smile could make a girl do just about anything.
" Ok, but on one condition..."
"Anything."
"Don't say anything about what to might see to anyone, ok?"
Finn give her a confused nod, and Rachel breathed a sigh of relief, she grabs his shirt, lays it on the wooden bench between the two sets of lockers and unbuttons her shirt to reveal her ruined camisole underneath.
Her burn on full view.
Finn regards it as a complete normality, as if there is nothing 'weird' about them, like some people perceived them. She felt nervous and awkward, like she should hide and never come out. Finn then offers her the shirt and turn around indicating that she can change now. She changed into Finn's shirt, it drowned her almost coming down to her knees.
"You can turn back around now."
Rachel breathed as if any louder would for a crack to appear within her voice. As he turned around she was tying a knot in the side of the shirt. He felt awful that this girl feels so insecure an the fact that know he has now added to that fact by spilling a stupid slushie on her.
Her throat clearing is what brings him back to reality.
"We should erm... We should head to class."
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