A New Direction (Glee and Finchel/Samchel fan fiction)

Chapter 2- Cruel Love

I honestly couldn't believe that Finn Hudson had ended up at McKinley, a public school in Lima where I thought I could escape my summer heartbreak and have a new start, but obviously not. I didn't know what to say to Finn, but luckily I was saved by Mr Robinson, who swiftly walked into the classroom just in time for me to be able to sit down and attempt to block Finn out of my mind, but of course, I couldn't. For the whole of math class, I could feel Finn's eyes piercing into the back of my head, and I didn't dare turn around. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was all I could think about. I was so confused. He told me that he lived in California, and he broke up with me because he lived too far away, but here he was, in my math class. 

After first period was over, I was the first student out of the class, and I briskly ran down the hall and towards what I hoped was the library, where I would spend my free period. I could hear and feel Finn walking behind me, his every move shaking my footsteps. He even called my name out a few times, but I ignored him. Just when I thought he was no longer near me, I pushed through the door of (what I hoped was) the library, and thankfully, it was. I knew that if I didn't get away from him, I wouldn't be able to control my anger. I pressed my hands against the wall next to the door of the library and looked at the floor, focusing myself. I could not stress over a guy. Finn was, after all, just a guy, just a boy. It just happened that he also broke my heart. 

"Rach-" 

I felt a strong, soft hand on my shoulder. I had been sitting down at the desk for barely five minutes, attempting to work through my math homework that I had just received, before Finn had disturbed my studies. 

"Don't call me that, Finn." I replied, my eyes focused on my pen and paper.

"Rachel, what are you doing here?" He asked, his hand still on my shoulder. I couldn't believe what he was asking me! I heaved, put down my pen and turned towards Finn, who was towering over me. 

"What do you mean 'what am I doing here'? I live in Ohio, Finn, you knew that, and I thought you lived in California. I think the real question is, what are you doing here?" I could feel my face heating up, my body tensing just looking at Finn. 

"I know, I guess I just didn't expect to see you here. My mom and I moved from Cali to Lima two weeks ago. It was really sudden. My mom lost her job, and we couldn't afford to live in L.A., so we moved to Ohio, where our family lives, and then I enrolled here and-"

"Look Finn", I interrupted, "I'm sorry about your mom's job, but incase you forgot, you broke my heart. I am honestly not in the mood to speak to you right now, maybe not ever, so I think it would just be best if you left me alone."

"Rachel, I am so sorry. If I only knew we would end up at the same school, maybe things wouldn't have ended the way they did. I would really like for us to at least be friends." Finn stared at me with his deep, dark eyes, begging for forgiveness. I knew it wasn't his fault that he had moved across the country, but still, my heart ached, and it was because of him.

"You lead me on, and I don't think I can forgive you for that. Please, just leave me be." I replied, looking away as I spoke. I could feel the tears in my eyes. 

"I'm sorry, Rachel." Finn said quietly before walking away, but for an indescribable reason, I wanted him to turn around and come back. 

At lunch, I went to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall and cried. It wasn't a sob, but a steady flow of tears. I don't know if I was mad at Finn, or more so mad at myself for letting a boy distract me on my first day of sophomore year, something I promised myself I wouldn't do. It didn't take me long to compose myself, but I hadn't spoken to anyone except for Finn today, and I didn't know who I would sit with. Eventually, I became hungry and left the stall, and cleaned myself up in the mirror. Next to me stood a blonde cheerleader, who was applying powder to her face.

"Have you been crying?" She asked, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye.

"I-I'm fine. I mean, I was, but I'm okay now." I replied awkwardly. Making small talk with girls in bathrooms isn't really my strongpoint. 

"Let me guess, was it over a boy?" She asked, this time turning towards me. Her green eyes were filled with empathy, and her face was strong but soft. I nodded.

"I'm Quinn, and today you're having lunch with me." She smiled, passing me paper towel from the bathroom dispenser. 

"That's Santana, and that's Brittany." Quinn said, as we lined up for food in the cafeteria. She was pointing out two cheerleaders on the other side of the cafeteria, laughing and holding hands as they ate. 

"Are they...together?" I asked, shyly, to which Quinn laughed and nodded. 

"Since the beginning of last year. Santana is a bit of a bitch, and Brit isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but they are my best friends. I'm sure they wouldn't mind meeting you, but if Santana says anything to offend you, please don't take it to heart. She's a bitch to everyone." I smiled as Quinn told me about her friends, and then continued on to tell me about McKinley. I felt accepted by Quinn, and for the first time in years I felt like I might actually have a shot at having a friend, and maybe even being popular. For a moment, I forgot that I was Rachel Barbra Berry, destined for fame- that was, until I felt a cold, wet syrup splash my face. Through blue, soggy eyes, I caught a glimpse of two guys in letterman jackets making fun of my outfit. 

Author's note: Thank you to everyone who read the first chapter of my Finchel fanfiction! I am really enjoying writing it. I am twisting the plots and the stories of the characters of Glee, but I hope you still feel connected to the characters that we all know and love. Please feel free to comment, ask questions, make suggestions and leave feedback- it would be very much appreciated. Happy reading.