Hello! Here I am, updating after a long first day of school. Six hours in there. Pure, infinite torture.

Anyway, this is my last pre-written chapter. There's a lot that's already done on one that follows, but it's longer than usual and that's why it's taking me longer to write. That and the fact that I keep re-reading the last few paragraphs ever before resuming my writing so everything remains coherent.

Well, enjoy my dears!

Disclaimer: don't own Glee. If I did I wouldn't be complaining on college and I'd have already met Lea, hence wouldn't suffer anytime someone tweets they met "Leah Michelle" -_-

She knew that song would trigger something in him. She could see it in the way he looked at her while she sang. But she really had no idea what exactly it had triggered. And that made her kind of clumsy during the dance rehearsal. When it finally ended, he met her at the auditorium.

She had changed the clothes she had earlier (she had yoga pants and a loose t-shirt now) and she was drinking water from a bottle and he just had to thank Grilled Cheesus later for making him arrive in that exact moment. And for water bottles. And for her drinking directly from the bottle's mouth, not using a straw. And for perfect-fitting, butt-hugging yoga pants.

Mailman.

When she lifted her gaze and saw him, he could see she felt nervous. He could also see her licking her lips after drinking water and, yeah, Grilled Cheesus totally ruled.

- Is there something you wanted to ask me today? – She asked, trying to seem relaxed.

- Actually, there is. – He answered with a smile that tried to calm her down, and then he walked until he was right in front of her and he was so close she had to lift her chin to look him in the eyes.

- Um, well, what is it? – She said. She was more calmed now that she saw him smiling. It couldn't be anything too serious, right?

- You told me once that an artist is all about expressing feelings, right? – she nodded – Now, you are an impressive artist, and you totally expressed some feelings with that song today – she looked down and smiled softly after the compliment, lifting her gaze again when he resumed talking – but why can't you express them when you talk the same way you do when you sing?

- What do you mean? – she thought she knew where he was going, but she was half playing fool, half letting him talk to be sure.

- What I mean is… Ok, why did you choose that song? – He thought he could approach her slowly.

- Because I was following Shelby's advice. And yours, too. She told me not to do Barbra, and you told me to do something that defined me and took me back to my roots and that song seemed to fit well.

- And how did it take you back to your roots? – He asked – I don't think I ever heard you sing that song before.

- I've always sung Celine, Finn. Glee club wasn't the only place where I sang.

- Ok, but what feelings were you trying to express when you sang it?

And now she knew what he meant. And now he knew she couldn't play fool anymore. And now all she did was look up at him with her big brown eyes the same way she did when she didn't say anything but had a lot to say.

After a couple of seconds of silence, he talked.

- I still believe you're lying to yourself, you know?

She looked down. He grabbed a loose curl that had escaped from the headband she was wearing and tucked it behind her ear. The gesture made her look up again.

- Why can't you just admit that you still have feelings for me?

- What makes you think that way?

- Everything makes me think that way! C'mon Rach, I know you, I'm not blind. You may be a good actress but you let it all out when you sing.

- I just don't want to make things complicated, ok? – she was speaking fast, and in a higher pitch than normal –Let's say I had feelings for you. And then what? What would you do after?

- I'd-

- No, don't. It was just rhetorical. It doesn't matter how I feel, the point is we're still in the same place we were last year, Finn! – by this point, she was yelling - There's nothing you can do about how you feel because I live ten hours away from here! Don't you get it?

- I do get it, Rachel. For you everything is new, right? But me? I keep going to all of these places where we've been together, and I just keep expecting to find you there, whenever I open the choir room's door, or when I drive by your neighborhood, or whenever I stand on this fucking stage! It's all here! Everything we've been through is scattered all over these places! And now you are here, displaying all of these feelings, and what am I supposed to do? Ignore them? With you standing right in front of me?

- For how long? – she asked in a whisper and he could see her fighting against her own tears.

- It's not the point, Rach. Sometimes you can't make a plan of what will happen, and things don't always happen the way we expect, I learned that the hard way. But if you just stop thinking so hard about the future you'll find a way to live the moment and just, I don't know, just let it be for a while and see what happens and just… enjoy.– He was looking into her eyes deeply, a hand softly posed on her cheek.

And the next thing she knew, he was kissing her. He didn't pull away this time. And she didn't, either.

The tears that she was fighting to keep inside started flowing so he stopped kissing her to wipe them. He looked warmly into her eyes and smiled softly. She returned the smile.

And then she kissed him. The kiss was strong and urgent, and their hands didn't take long until they started roaming over each other bodies.

His hands travelled slowly from her cheeks to her waist, and landed on her hips and spreading to the small of her back, fingers tracing the waistband of her pants.

Her hands lifted from the sides of her body and caressed his cheeks, went down to the back of his neck, lingering then for a second, and then down his shoulders, ending up on his waist and pulling him closer.

He slowly started to kiss her neck and shoulders, and he could feel her breathing going heavier and her pulse accelerating under his lips.

He had missed her so much. Her soft skin under his lips, the cute noises she made, her tip-toeing to reach him, her breath on his neck and her hands on his face.

He was high of happiness.

He was reaching her collarbone when the charm broke in the form of her phone ringing. She intended to move but he pulled her even closer (if that was possible) and mumbled something while pecking her lips repeatedly, not willing to let anyone break his little bubble of happiness, her brief moment of weakness.

- Shh, c'mere – he pecked her on the mouth - let it go. – another kiss - It must be my brother and his perfect timing… - and another - I'll just kill him later…

She couldn't help giggling a little bit into his kisses.

- I can't, it could be my dad, Finn. It'll be just a sec. – she smiled at him and went to her purse sitting on the floor in a corner. He watched her go and admired the view when she bent down to find her phone, his pants getting tighter than they already were from the making out.

Mailman. Mailman. Mailman.

- Hey daddy – she answered, and then mumbled 'told you' to Finn while she listened to her dad. He just laughed – yeah, yeah, I'll go with you. I was just going home, I'll be there in a few minutes. Ok. Bye!

She turned around and walked to get to a pouty Finn.

- You have to go now? – He asked, his hand playing with her soft curls.

- I do – she answered – My dads want to take me out for dinner because they have some meeting after and they feel guilty about leaving me alone again.

- Ok… - he answered, no excitement in his voice.

- I'm sorry… - she said honestly.

- Don't worry, it's okay – he smiled to her in reassurance.

She grabbed her purse and he grabbed his bag and they both walked to the exit. Finn locked the door and then looked at Rachel.

- Okay, I'll see you tomorrow, then – he said with a soft smile. Then he turned around and started going.

- Hey, Finn! – Rachel called him back after a couple of steps and made him turn around again – Um… would you mind driving me home? – she asked with a shy smile.

- Um… yeah, yeah, sure! – he answered, beaming.

She walked to him and he placed a hand on the small of her back, guiding her to his truck.

The drive was silent, but charged of sneaky glances, soft caresses and small smiles. When they arrived to Rachel's house, she pecked him in the lips and lingered a little bit before pulling away and getting (hopping) out of his truck. Before she closed the truck's door, she smiled openly at him and said goodbye. Finn displayed her favorite half smile and waved. Then he waited until she was inside the house (and he may or may not have pumped his fist in the air) before leaving.

Yay for Finchel! :3

Thanks for reading!

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