Finn and Rachel, in various AU settings. Drabble(s)

Five emails Rachel Berry never sent Finn Hudson, and one that she did. Canon.

AU. Her memories of last night are still hazy, but she remembers strong arms around her, the smell of boy and grass and summer mixed together. She remembers brown eyes, kind eyes. She sits up straight, her daddy's note dropping on her lap as her eyes widen. She remembers Finn Hudson.

They'll tell stories about them, she tells him, when they're both rich and famous. Stories about a boy and a girl, two star-crossed lovers who found each other against all odds. Canon Finchel.

Finn and Rachel, missing moments. A set of angst drabbles.

At three months old, Lily's learning all the ways to break the rules they've set for her. Finn, Rachel and Lily. A series of drabbles.

AU "So his knee split open. Okay, he gets that. And apparently some bones stuck out. Fine. He busted his knee cap, like, really badly and pulled a stupid nerve somewhere.So okay, it was really, really bad."

He wonders what she's doing here, in the school auditorium of all places. Shouldn't she be in New York? AU

She's just returning his umbrella. That's what you do when a person loans you something. You return them. But as a general rule, the exchange doesn't always happen in the middle of the rain when one of the party is soaking wet and miserable. Finchel AU

They're friends, like actual friends. Not friends who are secretly in love with each other or friends who are secretly hurt by each other or best friends or pretend friends or friends who are waiting for something more. They're just friends, friends. Strictly platonic.

She sighs, taking a long drink before she looks up to find him winking suggestively at his fiancé from fifteen feet away. She finally understands what that tug in her stomach means. It's not unrequited love, heartbreak, or even longing. It's just loneliness. AU

AU. "Rachel Berry," he says, putting on a cheerful voice as he grabs her hand. "Will you be my best man? Or you know, woman?" He's smiling at her, a hollow, wooden smile that she's never seen on him before, and there's a stricken feeling in her chest, like her heart is being squeezed dry.

She hates the subway. AU

AU.The first rule about being a nanny according to Finn Hudson is to never get in too deep that you can't climb back out. He honestly can't remember the exact moment when he broke it.

Sometimes life throws you curveballs, gives you something then takes it away in the blink of an eye. AU

But the quarterback. That's his position. He was Finn, the school quarterback. That's who he was. Set during post 2x01.

Every space in this apartment is a memory, filled with the prints that she's left behind, and every morning is a struggle.

A quiet knock on her door stops her in her tracks. She frowns. It's a Saturday night, and everyone she knows are either out partying or staying back to help with the production, and she vaguely wonders if maybe the person has just got the wrong door.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.

NYADA can get lonely. drabble

She can't sleep. Her parents are leaving her alone, and she's grateful, but it's almost midnight and she can't sleep. post s3 finale.

*RE-UPLOAD* "Life only really has one beginning and one end. The rest is just a whole lot of middles." A series of middles. AU as of season 2.

He's taking a Film studies course for his final year, and he is supposed to pick a subject to film. She just doesn't have to know that this isn't exactly for that. Drabble

He doesn't know what to say, can't find a single word in all the words in all the languages that will make this moment right. Completely AU

He knows how hard she tries. He knows this better than anyone. And so he tries not to hover.

Pretend.Pretendpretendpretend.That's all he's been doing. He's good at that. Season 2, post break-up.

She knows his relationship with his mother has been strained, to say the least, after that big revelation about his father. He's been spending more and more time at her house, and less at his, but he's never not went home before. Post Yes/No, One-shot

Finn has a lot on his plate this weekend courtesy of that tiny little thing he calls his girlfriend.

Puck and Quinn. Quinn and Puck. In all their dysfunctional glory. A set of drabbles.

It's not that he doesn't think of the future. He totally does. Only, most of the time his future consists of next week's football match or like, his mom's birthday two months from now.

She has plans for everything. For Sectionals, for Regionals, for Nationals. She has plans for New York and what she's going to do once she gets there. Finn contemplates his past and present loves. F/R, post Duets

All is fair in love and war. Right? Special Education, revisited.

"He doesn't know what he's doing, not really." Finn drabble, circa season 2.

re-upload. 1 month apart, 30 days and 100 letters. It's going to be a Summer to remember. Canon up to season 1

"She catches him looking and grins widely at him as he quickly turns back towards the clown. She's kind of weird, like, she scares him." Finn and Rachel's encounters of the emotional kind.

Finn, Rachel and Lily in a dressing room, drabble. written for Finchel-prompts

"In the moments where he knows this isn't a nightmare, that this is all too terribly real, in those moments, all he wants to do is to go back to sleep." Grief comes in many stages. Future AU

RE-UPLOAD The progression of Finn Hudson, Finn and Rachel and Finchel: a character study. AU as of the second half of season 2.

A day in the life of the Hudsons. Written for Finchel-Prompts

A quiet moment between Finn and Rachel. A drabble.

Finn takes a stab at his wedding vows. A short drabble.