I can’t sleep because of Glee, so I promised myself not to watch the Finchel scene again for a couple of days and avoid tumblr to allow time to heal. In a bid to cure my insomnia, I went ahead and re-watched it anyway, thinking ‘hey, it might not be as bad as I remember it two hours ago!’
Amidst my desperate tears of love and woe, I did something else I promised myself I wouldn’t do; write. So here, have a tiny drabble because I’m hurting and you might be hurting too.
isabellellightwood asked: Pineapples (rated M)
Rachel’s so cool. It might make him whipped or whatever, but she is, she’s super cool in so many ways, and he literally doesn’t have enough words to describe her.
Like, take sheet music, for example. This is Finn’s third year in glee club, and yet embarrassingly, he still has trouble reading music sometimes. He’s fine on the drums and he doesn’t completely suck at the guitar, but when it comes to high B’s and A’s and stuff, sometimes he forgets which one is which, and they have to start over when he doesn’t quite reach it.
Rachel’s solution? At first she just used to scribble all over his part with encouraging notes that read ‘you can do it!’, but when that didn’t work, she went for a more effective approach; pitch by orgasm.
No, really, that’s what she called it. He still remembers walking into her room after football practice to find her completely naked, simply covered in black and white paint (“To symbolise the keys of a piano,” she said huskily), with a smile on her face that was fucking hot.
You can probably guess the rest. It was Finn’s job to explore her body whilst trying to achieve certain notes, and whenever he managed to make her cry out at the correct pitch, he was rewarded in the best way possible.
After that little exercise, he nailed his parts every time.
See? Cool.
Anonymous asked: Beautiful (A/U)
Something she’s never been particularly good at is relationships. It boggles her mind, quite frankly, because she’s definitely a match for any lucky suitor. She’s intelligent, passionate, talented, determined, and those she loves, she loves fiercely; there’s nothing she cares about more than her friends and family.
Therefore, why does she always end up single? Why does she always end up on her couch, tub of vegan ice cream in hand, watching romantic comedies as she cries? Why does she always end up heartbroken?
“Because you’re a diva with incredibly high expectations which ninety nine percent of males cannot reach,” says Kurt drily, pulling a piece of his bagel off with nimble fingers.
Rachel huffs before sipping on her still too-hot coffee (she winces as she burns her tongue, ignoring the way her supposed best friend laughs at her expense). “It was rhetorical self pity.” When he continues to chuckle, she snatches a bit of his food, only to spit it into her hand when he tells her there’s milk in the recipe.
“You just need to get off your high horse and admit that you’re a handful.”
“I am not!” she hisses. “I was very reserved when it came to Jesse, and yet he still made a quick getaway!”
Kurt raises an amused eyebrow. “Reserved, really? So you didn’t show him your wedding magazine collection on your second date?”
Gasping, Rachel presses her hands to her cheeks to try and hide the fact that she’s blushing rather unattractively. “How did you find out about that?”
“I have my sources.” He sips at his drink, glancing over at a man who has been watching them for a while. Rachel noticed some time ago, but caught up in her own drama, she hadn’t thought to make a move. “I want you to ask him out.”
“Are you serious? A lady does not-“
“Excuses, excuses.”
“Fine,” she snaps, “fine, I’ll ask him if he knows the time.”
“Rachel-“
“Okay, I’ll ask him on a date.” She swallows a mouthful of coffee for courage, only to remember that the liquid is way too hot, and she coughs as her eyes water and Kurt sniggers behind his hand.
She’s Rachel Berry, she can do anything.
She returns a minute later with his phone number for Kurt; damn gays.
Anonymous asked: Unfaithful (A/U)
She walks out of the simple registry office, being careful not to step on her dress. Even in the new heels she bought especially for the occasion, her feet keep catching on the thin material, and a rip is the last thing she needs.
Then again, the ceremony is over, so it doesn’t really matter what happens next.
Wiping away a few errant tears (she’s always been one to cry at weddings), Rachel Berry sucks in a breath and makes her way down the hall. She needs to take a seat for just a moment, and recalling a small line of chairs near the guest bathrooms, she puts one foot in front of the other, one and two and one and two, until she reaches her destination.
The building isn’t very busy, but then again, it’s rather late at 10pm, a peculiar time to commit. There are a few members of staff traipsing around, muttering into their headsets and offering her the most strained of smiles, and she returns such pleasantries with her own forced grin (more like a grimace). Her shoes are hurting already, and she wishes for the comfort of her worn, reliable flats.
At the end of the hallway are three empty chairs and a man in a suit, who’s staring down at his shoes (she notes that they’re not new, just scrubbed and polished to appear that way).
Trying not to disturb him, Rachel lowers herself onto the middle chair. She doesn’t want to sit next to him and appear presumptuous (or push him into a conversation that he’d rather avoid), but she doesn’t want to sit on the furthest away from him, appearing to be anti-social.
He doesn’t notice at first, and only when she clears her throat (to rid herself of the lump that’s been present all day) does he glance across at her and gawp a little. It’s understandable, really; she’s never looked so beautiful.
teamgigantor asked: Hallways (A/U)
He sees her for the very first time when he’s paying a visit to his locker. Puck’s been complaining about a game he wants to buy, so to put him out of his misery, Finn’s brought his own to lend him (he knows he’ll never get it back, but that’s the price you have to pay for friendship, supposedly).
He does a double take when he sees her, standing there all innocent like she isn’t the most perfect girl in existence, and his throat dries up as he just takes a moment to stare.
She’s new. McKinley’s a pretty small school, and though he’s crap at remembering names, he’s good with faces, and he definitely doesn’t recognise hers (or her frickin’ awesome butt).
He cringes as he opens his locker. Wow, when did he turn into such a sleaze? He’s not Puck for God’s sake, and he knows it’s wrong to personify girls, but seriously, she’s-
She’s something else.
He sucks in a breath and pats down his hair and practices the best charming smile he can muster, and when he turns in her direction, he sees her leaving.
He should be pissed, but her skirt is way too distracting.
Anonymous asked: Lipstick (future Finchel)
“You’re awfully quiet.”
Rachel toys with the cord of the phone. She’s always wanted to invest in one of those cordless types, but the one she’s holding in her hand was a thrift store find, and she doesn’t really want to part with it. As infantile as it sounds, it symbolises her relationship with Finn, and she’d hate to see it go.
“I know,” she finally manages, and she wraps the cord around her finger as she lets out a pent up sigh. “Sorry, Kurt, I’m just-“ She sighs again, and she can imagine him nodding his head on the other end of the line. “It’s nothing, I’m okay.”
“Oh, but you’re not. No matter what the issue, you always like to vent to me whether I want to hear it or not, unless…”
“Unless?”
“Unless it’s Finn related business, in which you stay positively silent.”
Usually she’d be impressed by how well her best gay knows her, but her heart isn’t in the conversation. “So you should know by now that I’m not going to complain about my fiancé to his brother. We’ll get through it.”
“Isn’t that what you always say?” She picks up on his change of tone, and her heart thumps irregularly. “Rachel, normal couples don’t have to get through things constantly. All you and Finn seem to do these days is ‘get through it’, and maybe you should-“
“Don’t you dare,” she snaps, her fingers tightening around the phone receiver, “don’t you dare tell me that Finn and I would be better off apart, because I do not need to hear that from you, Kurt. You’re supposed to be my best friend!”
She’s not sure if he understood her last words, as a sudden onslaught of tears engulfed her body, though she does her best to compose herself. Finn will be home soon, and she doesn’t need him to see her like this.
“And it’s as your best friend that I’m saying this! I can’t remember the last time you were happy, and-“
She slams the phone down and pulls fruitlessly on her hair until the tears that sting her eyes are a mixture of sadness and pain. It hurts because it’s true, because she’s been having issues that she can’t put her finger on, and instead of just being honest with Finn, she keeps closing herself off instead.
Anonymous asked: Lick
One of the best (and worst) things about Finn is that he has no idea how sexy he is. This means that he always acts surprised when girls fawn over him at school, and when cougars stare at him at the mall, and when Principal Figgins’ secretary gives him the once over in the hallway.
It’s infuriating sometimes, because in each of these situations, Rachel finds it incredibly hard not to claim what’s hers, so to speak. She may be wearing his ring, but her insecurities often get the better of her, especially when cheerleaders check him out while she’s holding his hand (honestly, some girls have no morals!).
It’s not always a bad thing though, because sometimes his hair will be slightly messier than usual, prompting a fevered make out so that Rachel can run her fingers through it while he forces his tongue down her throat.
Then there are the occasions when Finn is unknowingly sexy in a situation that doesn’t allow for action, and one such occasion began at the dining table of the Hudson Hummel family.
Anonymous asked: Piano (A/U)
When he left high school, Finn hadn’t envisaged himself ending up in New York, working full time at a music store that somehow managed to make a profit when there were barely any customers.
He’s here though, and there are definitely worse places he could be. According to Facebook, Azimio cleans cars in Lima, Rick the Stick flips burgers in a McDonalds not far from McKinley, and he knows that Puck’s still doing the pool cleaning thing. No, New York’s a pretty good place to end up, and at least he’s close to Kurt (he’d miss him way too much if that wasn’t the case).
Finn tidies up the Journey CDs, even though they’re already straight and neat, and glances up at the clock. God, his job is boring. The shop sells music of all kinds and an array of instruments, yet hardly anyone ever comes in. It means there isn’t a lot for him to do, and therefore he gets bored easily.
The door to the shop opens as Finn stares at a David Bowie record, and as the bell tinkles to let him know he has a customer, he looks over at the stranger who is staring at him in interest.
Huh, she’s young, and that makes a change.
She’s also tiny, and he tries to hide a smile as he approaches her. “Hey, can I help you with anything?”
When she arrives home safely, her dads are suspiciously absent, though Rachel doesn’t think anything of it (they’ve probably taken an early night after the pressures of hosting such a wonderful meal). She slips off her shoes and hangs up her coat, and with a sudden ache in her stomach, she climbs the stairs until she’s sitting on her bed, a bed that only hours ago was occupied by her fiance.
Oh, she had such a lovely time at Breadstix, and Finn had danced with her without complaint until she’d worn out her feet, and until he was yawning into her hair every five minutes.
It’s only now, with her stuffed monkey by her side, that she realises how much she misses him when he’s not there. She always misses him to an extent, but knowing that he was granted permission to stay the night, she just misses him.
She changes into her pyjamas and climbs under the covers of her bed, and as she suppresses a sigh, her cell phone begins to vibrate, and a smile tugs at her lips.
“Hello?”
“Can I change my mind and sleep over? Kurt doesn’t cuddle like you do.”
Anonymous asked: Warm (A/U)
The TV’s on but she’s not watching it, not really. The tears in her eyes make it hard to focus on the blurry images on screen, and she’s not that interested in what’s happening anyway.
It’s a funny thing, having your heart broken beyond repair, because nothing seems to ease the pain, no matter what you try. She’s already eaten a full tub of ice cream (dairy, for God’s sake), she’s wearing her biggest, comfiest sweats, The Notebook is still playing despite her lack of interest, and yet she feels just as awful as she did when Jesse ended their relationship.
He did it via text, the absolute dick. Insulting him doesn’t help either, and only makes her cry harder as she slams her fist on the remote control and the movie pauses mid-scene.
She misses Kurt, she needs Kurt, but he’s stuck in a meeting with the executive of some big company she can’t remember the name of, and it’s not the sort of thing he can miss. Tina is on vacation with her fiancé, Mercedes is touring in the South, and Artie is no doubt still on his honeymoon, far away from the confines of New York.
Her city is a haven, but now it feels like a prison; she’s literally trapped in a spiral of never ending pain, and she doesn’t have any way to pull herself out.
So she orders takeout. Kurt usually forbids it because of the ‘horrors’ it inflicts on the body of the consumer, but she’s wallowing in self pity and needs Chinese food like air. The man on the other end of the line promises a speedy delivery; she resumes her movie as her tummy rumbles.
Not even ten minutes later, someone buzzes up, and she lets out a squeak, the only positive noise she’s made all night.
“Come up!” she breathes into the intercom, and while she roots around in her purse for the money, someone knocks on the door. “I’ll be there in a second!”
Having finally located enough to pay for her chicken chow mein (sue her, alright? She’s depressed and lonely and craving some kind of meat), Rachel opens the door and looks up at the man expectantly.
