A/N: Sooo wasn't the Glee finale FLIPPIN AMAZING! My fave ep so far :D 3 Hope you enjoy this!
I do not own Glee. What I do own, is my unhealthy obsession with it. I take this obsession, I stir it in with sugar and spice, add some food colouring, and what the heck – cheese, I love cheese, but not all cheese…and then I put it over a pot and stir. Results may vary! (That probably sounds completely gross, but, eh. This is just a disclaimer :P Haha.)
Chapter 3: Taking Chances
Finn sat there awkwardly, unsure of what to do with himself. There she was, Rachel Berry, sitting next to him, and he currently had a hard on from the fantasy about her. If she only happened to drop something on the floor, or for some reason if she were to look down, she would notice, and most likely freak out. He had to get rid of it somehow or at least go somewhere else for a few minutes. He looked up from the table to the teacher sitting at his desk. How could he get out of the room without bringing too much attention to himself? If even one student noticed he had an erection, it would be over.
"Um…sir? Can I go to the washroom?"
"I don't know Mr. Hudson, CAN you?"
He hit himself over the head mentally, forgetting what assholes teachers could be over that question if you didn't phrase it the way they wanted you to.
"I mean, MAY I go to the washroom, please?"
"You may. No fooling around though. Go directly there and come straight back. No dawdling."
"Yes sir…"
Finn said as he carefully got out of his seat, tugging his shirt down so it would cover Finn Jr. Rachel looked up at him and smiled, then looked back down to the microscope.
Phew! She didn't notice!
If he wasn't a dude, Finn would have skipped happily to the bathroom in relief.
…
I wonder what that was all about earlier…Mail man? What does that even mean? And why did it take him so long to answer my question? Could I be coming on too strong?
Rachel tapped her pen in a rhythmic motion while staring into the microscope. She actually had no idea what she was staring at, since her mind had been preoccupied with other matters. Finn had not spoken to her yet, and they were 15 minutes into the project. She had to admit she felt awkward, because she's the one that asked him to be partners, thinking she'd get to know him better. Did she do something wrong? Now he was in the washroom, hopefully actually needing to use it and not just trying to ditch her. Had she scared him away somehow? She went through it in her head, and found nothing creepy about her actions. Was he just a weirdo?
"So Rachel…"
"Huh?"
Her head whipped upward, seeing Sam standing before her, hands on her hips, mouth in a pout.
"What's up with asking dorkstick to be your partner?"
"I don't know, I just wanted to know what he was like or something?"
"Yeah well, thanks to your stupid curiosity over LOSERS, I'm stuck working with Jacob Ben Israel. Thanks Rachel, thanks a lot. You're so cool."
Rachel looked over to Sam's table, and there sat the creepiest guy she had ever met – Jacob Ben Israel. He had asked her for a pair of her worn panties once, and he used every opportunity he had to stalk her. Could he get any creepier? Jacob smiled and waved, mouthing the words "You're gorgeous" when he saw her looking at him. Rachel's face crinkled in disgust, and she mouthed a simple reply of "ew" to his compliment.
"He keeps asking me about you – it's getting annoying."
"Sorry…"
"Yeah you should be. Friends don't ditch other friends and make them get stuck with Jacob Ben Creepy over there. I hope your little experiment is all worth it Rachel – though in my opinion it isn't. Keep hanging out with that jock and you're bound to become an outcast. A loser, shunned by the whole school. How does a slushy facial sound?"
"S-Slushy facial?"
She had witnessed them before – and they didn't look too fantastic. The drink drenching you from head to toe, making your clothes, not to mention your body all wet and sticky - corn syrup dripping into your eye…no way. No one would DARE give Rachel Berry a slushy facial! …Would they?
"You bet your ass! Watch it, Berry. You don't want to hit the bottom…it's bad down at the bottom."
….
Lunch time came again, and Finn sat down at his regular table, watching and waiting for some sign from Rachel. When he had returned from his little "washroom break" in science class, she hadn't said a word to him even though he tried to make conversation with her.
She didn't notice, did she?
"Look somewhere else, or I will stab your eyes out of your stupid potato head!"
Quinn walked up, slamming her tray down onto the table. Finn jumped in surprise and immediately looked at her.
"Hi Quinn!"
"Whatever. Don't even talk to me. I heard what happened in your stupid science class."
"Y-you did?"
That's it. If word had traveled about – Finn Jr. he was surely a goner.
"So you two did have a project together after all? And I thought that bitch was lying yesterday…"
"She's not a bitch, she's actually –"
"Shut up, Finn. I'm smart, and you're dumb. Who's talking right now? I AM. –"
He stopped listening at that moment. How exactly did he even end up with Quinn Fabray? Did he actually love her? Or was this a result of being in a clique and dating who you're SUPPOSED to date? He couldn't remember if he ever did like her, but all he knew now is that he didn't anymore. All she ever did was pick on him, talk down to him, and call him names. No one really likes abusive relationships. What do you gain out of them? He'd have to find a way to break up with Quinn.
"Hey bro!"
Not expecting to receive such a hard slap on the back, Finn cringed in pain as Puck sat back in a chair and put his feet up on the table, completely ignoring the fact that people were trying to eat.
"So, give me the dirty details! 'You suck those berries yet?"
"What?"
"Berry – did you fuck her yet?"
"Dude, what the hell!"
"Puck, what the hell is wrong with you? He's dating me!"
"Doesn't mean he can't get some on the side, right man? I mean, Santana and I fuck pretty much every day but she and Brittany do each other too! …Actually, speakin' of that, it'd be fuckin' awesome if we had a threesome…"
"Puck – eww! Shut up!"
"You can join us too if you want, babe!"
Finn got up, tired of the drama at his table, and walked toward Rachel's table. She looked over at him, noticing him walking toward her, and she stood up, making him freeze in his place. He watched to see what she was going to do next.
And with that, she walked out of the cafeteria. Finn's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Had he really done something wrong?
…..
"Oh god, he's looking over here again."
Sam said, rolling her eyes in annoyance, and then proceeding to look at Rachel.
"If he tries to make any contact with you, we're leaving, got it? We can't have you lose your popularity, Rachel. You mean too much to us. You don't even know if this guy will turn in to some douchebag like that best friend of his."
Rachel just sat in silence, staring down at the table. She was so unsure of what she should do. Maybe her friends would be right about him? Maybe she should listen to them? What was that saying again? Chicks before - ?
"He probably just wants to date you because you're popular and – shit, he's coming over here. Rachel, we need to move – now."
What could he have wanted? He probably wanted to ask her why she didn't talk to him earlier, but she couldn't! What about getting a slushy facial? She didn't want one of those. She abruptly stood up, spun around, and headed toward the exit of the cafeteria. She felt his eyes burning through her with questions, and all she could do was steal one last glance toward him on her way out.
….
"Finn, what are you doing? Sit down!"
Ignoring his girlfriend, Finn walked toward the exit of the cafeteria.
"Finn – I said sit down! Finn!"
Quinn yelled, but to no avail, watching as he left, and she knew he was going after Rachel.
He searched frantically for her through the hallways. He looked for that certain way she would walk – so unique compared to everyone else. Her hands would swing at her sides, and she would walk like she had a purpose, some sort of mission.
"Rachel!"
He called out, spotting her by her locker. He felt his throat tighten, and his tongue felt like it was in a knot. He was struggling for air. After such a daring move as to call out to her, he wasn't sure what to do next. It was all pure instinct to take control, but he didn't know what exactly he wanted to say to her.
He watched as she whipped around at the sound of her name being yelled.
"Yes?"
She immediately blurted out, then froze in place when she noticed who exactly had called her name.
"Oh…Finn."
Oh Finn? Was that all she could say to him? He took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and hoped his word vomit would be some sort of an advantage this time.
"So what was that all about?"
"…What was what all about?"
"You – in science class – not talking to me, and then just now – walking out of the cafeteria? You know, the way you keep talking makes me think you want to be friends with me, but then you start acting all weird and not talking to me at all! I'm confused, Rachel!"
Wow, he was impressed with the way that came out, and apparently, so was she. Her eyes widened in shock at his bold statement, and then she shut them tightly, as if ready to explain something to him.
"I-I'm sorry….I didn't mean to, it's just that –"
SPLAT. What was that? Rachel opened her eyes to see Finn completely drenched in slush. Her mouth opened in astonishment, taking in the sight.
"F-Finn!"
"That's what you get for stalking her all the time, loser!"
"What the hell?"
Finn gave his arms a good flick, as Rachel flinched, dodging the slush as it flew off of his arms, his clothes already completely soaked and sticky.
"Could this day get any worse?"
She watched as he sighed heavily, and stood there in defeat.
"Finn…are you all right?"
Of course he isn't! What a stupid question to ask, Rachel. Way to go!
"What is wrong with you? Why would you do this to him?"
She turned around angrily. The girls just walked away, snickering. Sam turned to Rachel and shrugged before she left.
"…Come with me."
She grabbed his hand, leading him away from the hallway, and into the girl's washroom. If this were a normal situation, Finn would question going in to the girl's washroom, but this time he just followed her.
"We need to get you cleaned up."
She said, grabbing a towel out from her bag.
"You carry a towel with you?"
She shrugged, smiling sheepishly.
"Dance class…it's good to keep it on you. I mean, it's pretty convenient that I have it on me now, isn't it?"
She took the towel, dampened it under the flowing water from the tap, and then proceeded to dab at his face.
"I'm so sorry…"
"Why are you apologizing?"
"Because…what they did -"
"Exactly, they did it. So why are you apologizing? It wasn't your fault, Rachel."
"But it was wrong!"
He smiled slightly, a chuckle escaping his mouth.
"What's so funny?"
She frowned, wondering why he would laugh at such a time.
"I'm used to this Rachel. Sure, it's wrong – but it happens."
"…This has happened to you more than once?"
"…Yeah. I'm usually the target they aim for."
"And you let them get away with it?"
"I deal with it. There's nothing else I can do – if it's gonna happen I might as well just learn to deal with it, right?"
"But –"
"Popular kids usually don't care about these kinds of things. They don't even notice how they hurt other people…I know you're not that kind of person Rachel, but it doesn't surprise me that you didn't know this happened to me before. You're oblivious to your surroundings because all you care about is your stupid popularity."
The words coming out of his mouth stung her, but she couldn't be angry with him, he was right.
"Reputation isn't everything Rachel…as soon as you leave high school you'll be a nobody again. So what's the point? Working so hard to stay at the top, knowing the second you get in to college or university, you're at the bottom of the pyramid again…I just don't get it."
She stood there and thought about what he had just said. Who said all jocks were stupid? She was pretty sure what just came out of Finn Hudson's mouth was true, and the most intelligent thing she had heard out of a teenager, and she had failed to realize it.
"You're right…"
She smiled. Finn looked down at her curiously.
"I'm such an idiot…here I was, worrying about wondering if I should get to know you or not, when I should have been all along…"
She reached up on her tiptoes, and kissed his forehead.
"Thank you, Finn. You've taught me something I should have known myself. I won't hesitate to be friends with you anymore."
He smirked, grabbing the towel out of her tiny hands.
"Well, I'll teach you something else you don't know. You're way too slow at cleaning this stuff up. Let the master show you how it's done!"
…
Despite getting a slushy facial, Finn grinned widely as he walked around the music store. It had been a great day over all. He had impressed Rachel, she kissed him on the forehead, and now they were friends!
Yes! Thank you word vomit!
He picked up a Journey cd, one of his favourite bands, then moved on to the next section. He started to think of ways he could impress Rachel, and maybe showing her his interest in music would help.
What else is good? Uhhh…
He reached over to grab a cd from Queen, when his hand met with someone else's. He immediately pulled away.
"Sorry, dude!"
"It's okay, you have good taste in music, I see."
He looked up to see a curly-haired boy grinning at him. This guy had to be new in town, because Finn didn't recognize his face at all. The stranger held his hand out for a shake.
"My name's Jesse, what's yours?"
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Ooooh :P Hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please comment and let me know what you think!
Live&Love GLEE! :)