So I was reading Metaphors again and I really liked where my writing was going with the story. I was trying to do the same sort of writing in Make You Feel My Love but it seems to be too similiar. So anyway I was lying in bed last night and I had an idea to maybe do a sequel to the story. I've just written an epilogue here, to test the water as I don't want to ruin the story. It takes place during Summer 2012, just before Finn and Rachel graduate and, if I continue, will see them moving to New York. I'd like to see how new Finchel cope with NYC and perhaps introduce other characters, like a friendship between Rachel and Quinn. A lot less angst though! Anyway read this and if you like please, please review. If the feedback is good, I'll start a sequel, if not I'll leave it as a little epilogue. It's up to you!

P.S. I am still going with New Connections, I just like to do lots of different types of writing!

To be frank with you, neither am I.

"I'm pretty sure emptying the contents of our lockers could have waited a little while longer Finn," I sigh, as I flick through a bunch of Geometry notes. I guess since I've handed in my last paper, they belong in the sack. There's a thud as the wad of paper slam to the bottom of it. "I'm also pretty sure that we didn't need to do it on a Saturday, when I have a bunch of other stuff to do!"

"Nu-uh" he replies, shaking his head. "Do you see how much junk you have in here? Didn't you clear it out like right before Christmas break! It's gonna take at least a week to leave this clean enough for whichever lame freshman will take your place."

He hands me the sack and gently shoves me back to me as he peeks into the locker. "I've totally always wanted to see what you've kept in here! Since you're usually like super organised when it comes to this stuff. I guess even you have flaws babe," he jokes, as he holds up a flyer for Glee's very first invitational.

Okay, so some times I, Rachel Berry, am a little bit of a hoarder.

"Trash?" he questions, gesturing towards it. It's tattered at the edges and in the corner someone has written 'Glee club sucks" in black marker pen. I nod with more confidence then I feel, noticing a flutter of something that seems a lot like nostalgia in my stomach. I am not sure what I'm exactly being sentimental for. Being a sophomore? The buzz of a first performance? Or the time where everything between Finn and I was so innocent, so fresh? A little of everything I guess. Yet what I have with Finn now is so much better than secret looks and awkward fumbles.

"Good choice" he nods and then jokes "only like three hundred more pieces of crap to get through and then we can go get dinner!"

"I'm not going to breadsticks" I say, automatically. It's like a defence. Breadsticks is like a metaphor for the old Finn and Rachel, we ate their way too often. Now, I try to make sure we at least vary our cuisine. Besides, when we go to New York, it'll be full to the brim of culinary delights and it's important that we explore its full potential. So Finn really needs to get used to trying Lebanese, or Sushi, or Vegan.

Finn doesn't agree. I don't think he sees it as a metaphor. Finn just really likes breadsticks.

"fine babe, but lets just make sure it's frickin cooked this time."

I don't think he really gets the concept of sushi either. It's a good thing I find him totally adorable.

"Hey look what I found?" he adds teasingly, breaking me from my thoughts of an appropriate restaurant to take him, where he won't spit out the food. It's his name, carefully printed on sugary pink card. The same name that I had taken down all those months ago and put to the back of my locker, desperate not to throw it away. To throw us away. And after we got back together, it had stayed there. Because I'm madly in love with Finn, I just don't want to be one of those girls that is desperate to shove into everyone's face

I laugh and grab it from him, pausing briefly to envelope him in a brief hug. "Yeah this one's not being disposed of, Finn." I say, as I stretch on my tiptoes to run my hands through his hair. "Besides I'll need it to put it in my dorm room, in case I'm suddenly swarmed with available suitors. I'll need some way of letting them know that I already have a guy with me that will totally kick their ass if I let them, right?" I tease lovingly, whilst thinking back to his declaration seven months ago.

"Yeah actually about the dorm rooms, I kinda need to talk to you about that babe…" He trails off expectantly, his eyes shinning bright. He takes a deep breath and I wonder what's he's going to tell me. We already had the paperwork through months ago, we're in the same block of dorms at NYU, only seven floors between us. When we got it, Finn said it was perfect because if it was any less then he'd hear me belting broadway numbers each night and it would interrupt his drumming. I think he was joking. There's no way he's spending his nights drumming when we have New York to explore together!

All of a sudden he stops. His face changes to one of confusion. "Hang on didn't this kinda have like two parts? I swore it used to say like Finn forever or something? I guess we need to find the other part so those available guys you plan on inviting to your dorm don't think I'm like your brother or something. Are you planning on any guys seeing the inside of your dorm room babe?" he adds, unsure of himself, yet trying to keep the lightness in his voice.

"Of course not, Finn" I reply, "I was joking!"

Note to self, do not joke with Finn about meeting gentleman in NYC. Protective Finn is sexy. Worried Finn just about breaks my heart.

He begins to sort through the messy stack of paper to find the missing half. There's silence for a minute or two and I know I should interrupt him, tell him the truth, but it'll sound much worse than it is and for once I'm afraid Finn will be the one making a metaphor out of nothing at all.

"I guess we'll find it when we carry on sorting" he adds, giving up the search. "Man you have a lot of crap in here!"

I know we won't find it. I threw it out. In my defense, he was the one that gave up on us so quickly during that time. I only gave up on a piece of paper.

"Babe" I start, my voice trembling. "I think I may have got rid of it, you know when you broke up with me. It was just too painful, that's all. I knew I'd always love you Finn, so I kept the name part. I just didn't know if we'd end up being each others forever's. So I took that part away. "

He pauses for a second. I know I'm in trouble when I catch just how angry he is, he doesn't even attempt to control his tone anymore. "Hang on, so you kept all of this shit, notes from glee club, all 36 of you're A graded papers from this term when you already know your scores, a crappy stub from when you went to the movies to see, what.." he pauses a minute to read the miniscule text on the piece of card, "Burlesque 2 with Kurt like four weeks ago. Yet you throw every frickin trace of me out of your locker."

"Oh please" I say, angry now that he's playing the victim again. "It was a piece of card I made for my locker, you're the one that tried to throw us away!" I stop as soon as I started, because wasn't this about moving forward? I don't want to go back and argue what's been done. Since we've got back together, our relationship has been drama free and perfect.

Unless you count the time when I got slightly drunk because we lost at Nationals and started yelling at Santana , which meant he tried to stand up for me and I actually bashed his nose, while he tried to hold me back. Which for the record, I don't. It wasn't a real argument, just a frosty ride to ER.

He slams his fist into the locker next to mine and then stalks off to the choir room adjacent to us.

So much for drama free.

We don't talk for a while, as I watch him teeter uncomfortably on the edge of the choir stool. I begin pacing nervously, because I'm not sure of what else to do. Then I start to talk, mainly because I find that the silence is stiffling me.

"You know Finn that a discarded little piece of paper doesn't show my feelings for you. In fact, I should probably simply dispose of all that stuff in the locker beause all the memories aren't on paper, they're in my head babe." He softens a little as I stand by him and reaches out his hand.

"And I can't wait to go to New York and make new memories with you, just us" I say, locking eyes with him. He gives me a small smile, which I take as a sign of a forgiveness. "which I keep emailing you schedules every day, none of which you've replied to I might add."

He nods, "you're eyes are really pretty."

Okay, so he got over that argument fairly swiftly I think. I can deal with this. I pretend to be offended but in reality I'm just relived we're not fighting. "Finn, did you hear anything I said?"

"Totally," he nods, "we can go for vegan if it makes me happy. They do fries right?" he pulls me on to his lap and sighs as he gently strokes my bangs. "You look really pretty today" he adds, as he begins to gently nibbles at my ear lobe, "like really, really pretty."

I wrap my arms around his neck and begin to argue feebly. "Babe, you promised you'd start listening to everything I said and not just so I'd make out with you! Whatever happened to that?"

He pulls away for a moment, staring it to my eyes "I know, but then you let me have sex with you after you broke my nose, and that's a whole different ball game babe. No way I can concentrate when you do you're long speeches now I've seen you naked. But if I upset you, I'll try better, I swear."

Honestly, he makes it sound it much worse than it was. I did not lose my virginity as a drunken apology for injuring my boyfriend's nose. Sure, it happened to be on the same night as our almost argument but that's irrelevant and my version of the story is much more romantic.

Oh, and his nose wasn't broken. It was merely fractured. But like I say, that is irrelevant to the story.

"Besides we have like an empty choir room, that almost never happens." He goes back to nibbling my ear and my resolve begins to crumble. I'm a little dizzy as his lips pound on me with considerable force.

This choir room has seen so much of our relationship, I'm pretty sure it must be a Finchel fan. It's kind of fitting that we're here together now, where it or began. It strikes me as poetic, but I imagine Finn just wants to get laid again soon. And maybe I do, just a little. That doesn't take away the symbolic nature of this moment. it's Finn and Rachel now. I'm glad that I'm also so much more than that, that both of us are so much more than that. Yet It doesn't change the fact I'm crazy about him. Maybe NYC won't be totally drama free and we're find tons of imperfections, I think, as I surrender to his advances. But It'll be excting and it'll be passionate and with him around it'll never, never be boring.

That's good enough for me.

So that's it! I love some happy Finchel! but what does Finn want to tell Rachel about her dorm? GASP! Well you won't find out unless I continue this story, so click the review button!