Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Glee.

Credit to Finchel Prompts for this idea. I know absolutely nothing about Football, aside from the fact that I love The Carolina Panthers (there's always next year) so please don't crucify me if some of my information is incorrect, it's just a story! That being said, I hope you enjoy! (Revised edit!)

"Finn, will you please put a shirt on."

"What do you mean, I do have on a shirt" Finn answered, pulling at the edge of his plaid over-shirt as if to prove to himself that he was indeed clothed.

"I meant please put on a shirt that is socially acceptable. Really Finn, I don't know how we're brothers." Kurt sighed, walking over to his brothers' closet.

"Because your dad married my mom, that's how. And you're supposed to accept me as I am" Finn said weakly, already stripping the shirt off of his body that he knew he would end up changing anyway.

"You've been living with me for the last six months and I haven't thrown out all of your clothes or ridiculous valuables while you were sleeping; I would call that complete acceptance."

Finn rolled his eyes, grumbling under his breath about his missing Yoda action figure, but proceeded to let Kurt pick out his outfit.

"I don't see why I have to dress any certain way, we're just going to Starbucks. I've already been signed to the team, I'm pretty sure they won't cut me for wearing plaid and being comfortable." Finn mumbled, pulling on the quarter sleeve deep blue button up.

"That's not the point Finn. What you don't realize about being signed to the Jets is that you're going to be in the eye of the media constantly, at their mercy. Status is beyond vital, so you have to look presentable at all times, no exceptions" the smaller boy chided, adjusting Finn's collar and smoothing out the shirt. "There, much better."

"Are you sure, I could pull out my suit from Mom and Burt's wedding" Finn mocked.

"Don't tempt me. Now, if we are to be attacked by paparazzi or reporters, what's our plan?"

"Uhh, I hadn't really thought any farther than my Frappuccino with extra chocolate…"

Kurt dropped his head in despair at his brother. "Honestly, I don't know what you'd do without me. If we are swarmed, I'll smile and offer statements for you, acting as sort of, a publicist if you will. And you just smile, and look like the charming, doofy jock that you are; simple. You'll be appealing to the homosexual fan base by having me, as well as all of the hopeless women in the world who swoon over that half-smile you do" he concluded, picking up his keys.

"Sounds like you got this all figured out" Finn commented, raising an eyebrow at Kurt.

"I've been preparing for this life since I was four years old Finn, I'm a media whore. Speaking of which, you should be prepared at some point to be asked about your relationship status. If word spreads about Quinn…"

"It won't" Finn snapped, opening the door to walk out of the house.

His wounds from his ex-girlfriend Quinn were still a little sore. They had dated for over a year and a half, then just a few months ago, he'd found out that their whole relationship had been a lie. She had been cheating on him for most of it, and ended up getting pregnant for whoever the mystery guy was, trying to pass it off as Finn's baby. He believed her at first, buying baby things and moving in with her so that they could start their family. Kurt was his saving grace though. As soon as he found out, and helped Finn realize that the only time Quinn could have possibly conceived was during the time that Finn was away at training, the truth boiled up to the surface. He immediately moved out of her home, and having nowhere to go found himself with Kurt. It wasn't exactly the most favorable of arrangements, but it worked for now. Finn stayed so busy training, and preparing for the season, where he was living was one of the last things on his mind for a while.

Now that things were finally settled, and he knew that he would be able to support himself sufficiently, he could finally think about things like finding a new apartment, or a car. This was going to be great, he just knew it. All he had to do was deal with Kurt's crazy, and the apparent drama that being a target of the media would bring him. Should be easy enough.

"Alright, well that settles that. Let's go get some coffee and recognition" Kurt cheered, cranking up his car and pulling out of the drive.

Rachel handed her fee to the cab driver, and stepped out onto the street. Almost two years she had been living in New York and it was still every bit as exhilarating as it had been that first day. She loved the air, the noise, the smells; she took every bit of it in and breathed it like it was her lifeline.

She smiled to herself as she walked, trying to maintain both a bubbly and professional aura. Now that she was in the making of being a star, she would need to look approachable to the paparazzi and Broadway groupies who were bound to follow her. Just two weeks ago she had gotten the call that she'd won the part of Wendla in 'Spring Awakening' on Broadway, and she couldn't be happier. All the work that she had done to get to this point, the grueling practices, and the countless vocal and dance classes, all culminated to today; her first day of rehearsals for an actual Broadway musical.

Keeping her show-face on, Rachel made her way into the Starbucks in desperate need of her coffee. She had always been a morning person, she didn't need the coffee to wake her up or rejuvenate her; it just gave her an extra push, more energy. She decided, that with the money she would be making now doing this show, she could treat herself to Starbucks coffee every morning instead of the cheap brand she usually bought from the local grocery, she deserved it.

The first thing she noticed as she walked through the door was the very tall, very attractive man standing off to the side of the counter. He was holding what looked like mocha, and a Frappuccino drowned in chocolate and caramel.

She tipped her head to the side as she studied him, taking in his broad, muscular frame, and his chiseled jaw. A smaller, well dressed man approached him as she stared, sidling up to the man and taking the second drink. Her amusement increased as she watched the small man look down at his drink, proceeding to swat at his partner. He looked away, pointing towards the counter again, and when his head was turned the smaller man snuck a sip from the drink in his hands.

Ah, so they are partners.

Rachel giggled at the oddly matched pair as she made her way to the counter, noticing the small man now dusting off his boyfriends' shoulders and adjusting his jacket.

"Hi, welcome to Starbucks, what can I get for you?"

"I would just like a grande coffee, black" she said, taking out her wallet to pay then stepping off to the side.

"Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt, but I didn't want whipped cream on this mocha, he's allergic to it" she heard the tall man say over the counter, handing the drink to the cashier.

"Sorry sir, we'll get that fixed for you" he answered, quickly taking the drink from him.

"That was sweet" Rachel commented to the small man next to her, checking his reflection in a compact mirror.

"Huh? Oh, yes, he has his moments I suppose" he answered, finally looking up at her. "Oh my holy Barbara, you're Rachel Berry?"

She smiled at the recognition, lifting her chin a little higher in the air. "That would be me; may I ask how you know me? Are you an actor?"

"I wish" he breathed, taking a step closer to her. "I work as an intern for a magazine right now but I troll the Broadway blogs and upcoming events like it's nobody's business. Oh my God, I can't believe I'm standing here talking to a real Broadway actress" he said, fanning himself slightly.

"A who?" a masculine voice came from behind him, carrying a new mocha.

"Finn, meet Rachel Berry, she's the phenomenal newcomer starring in 'Spring Awakening' on Broadway I told you about" he announced, nudging his partner in the side as he just stared at her. Apparently he was a big fan too, he looked speechless.

"Yeah, right, Broadway." He stuttered, clearly in awe of her status as well.

"And I'm Kurt Hummel, how rude of me to not introduce myself sooner." He said, offering his hand to her before pulling her in for a hug.

"It's very nice to meet you both" she laughed, pulling back from his surprisingly strong grasp. Upon release she looked to Finn.

"Finn Hudson" he announced, stepping forward awkwardly, expecting a hug too. She complied, leaning into his side and trying not to read too much into the whole thing. He was obviously homosexual, and his boyfriend was standing right next to her.

"Grande Coffee, Black!"

Rachel pulled back as her order was called. "Well that's me."

"Of course, of course" Kurt said, not making any attempt to move.

"Come on; let's let the lady go before she gets a restraining order or something" Finn chuckled, taking Kurt by the arm and turning him towards the door.

"No, it's always nice to meet a fan" she said graciously as she walked toward the counter and took her drink.

"Goodbye!" Kurt called back to her.

She laughed, watching Finn pull his partner out of the shop, throwing an adorable smile of apology to her over his shoulder as they went.

"So, what do you know about that girl in there, Rachel?" Finn asked casually, buckling himself into Kurt's car.

"What don't I know about her? She's new to the Broadway stage, but she made a name for herself in a few off-Broadway productions before this. Her voice is supposed to be phenomenal, and she's going to be the next big thing. She's a vegetarian, loves animals like people, and she's extremely supportive of the LGBT community. Speaking of which, are you going with me to the mixer tomorrow night?"

"Uh, do you think she will be there?"

"Don't even think about it Finn, she's not interested" Kurt warned, noticing the starstruck gaze Finn was sporting.

"What, how do you know? Does she have a boyfriend?"

"No, not according to the blogs, but you can never really be sure. Celebrities are so secretive about their relationships, she could have a husband in Milwaukee, or a secret girlfriend living with her; you never know. What I do know is that she's very professional, and rumored to be pretty intense."

"She kinda sounds like you, only with boobs."

"I'm going to choose to take that as a compliment. But I'm serious Finn, I wouldn't even try. I doubt she would be interested in a jock anyway, it didn't seem like she even knew who you were. I must say, it would make for a very interesting relationship though" he mused. "The charming, easy going jock and the intense diva; it would be like media gold. But, don't get your hopes up."

Rachel walked out of the shop, immediately pulling up the Google browser on her phone. The picture of unkempt hair, chestnut eyes, and dimples driving her to type 'Finn Hudson' into the search engine. It was wrong, on so many levels, but she just couldn't help herself.

She clicked on the first article she found, and learned that Finn had just very recently been signed on to the New York Jets, a football team. It was surprising, but then again he did have a very impressive physique, she should have realized he was an athlete. She felt foolish for being so close to a professional and not even recognizing them.

She read on to find out about his ex-girlfriend, a woman named Quinn Fabray. He had dated Ms. Fabray for almost two years, when they mysteriously broke up. The article never went into any detail as to why, or any of the details surrounding it. Only that it was sudden.

Rachel continued to scour through random articles, but never found anything else to clue her in. She did notice though, that after he broke up with Quinn, he was spotted at Kurt Hummel's residence more often, it looked like they might even live together.

That had to be it.

Kurt was the reason they broke up. Finn must be in the closet. It made sense, she hadn't heard of very many professional athletes who had come out and been welcomed pleasantly. The few who had, were treated with ridicule, and heavy speculation. Finn was new to the industry, just starting out, of course he wouldn't want to come out to the world. He was preserving himself, his career.

It made Rachel feel sorry for him, knowing that he couldn't truly show himself for the world, but she completely understood. At least he had the strength to end the relationship with the woman, Quinn. He was probably unhappy, and faking the whole thing. Now he could be kind of happy, and live a relatively normal life with Kurt as long as no one caught on.

She exited out of her browser, content with her search and solving the mystery, and decided to scroll through her twitter feed.

She was surprised to see her own name trending, along with something else called Finchel. Intrigued, she clicked on the tag to look through the postings. Instantly a picture of herself popped up, nestled into the side of none other than Finn Hudson himself.

That was like, five minutes ago, how could that possibly be on the internet? Those paps were really good.

Rachel clicked on the picture, dropping her jaw at the caption.

New Couple Rachel Berry and Finn Hudson spotted on a cozy coffee date? #Finchel

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