Psychic

Eleven | I Lied, I'm not Okay

Finn's POV

  After about thirty minutes of trying to get Rachel out of her house, I gave up. I started walking away from the door when I heard it crack open. I turned to see a puffy eyed Rachel standing at the door. Let me just say, she looked adorable. She had cat pajamas on, which were pink, probably cotton, and her hair was up in a messy bun. I know you're probably asking yourself, why do you know all this gay stuff, Finn? Aren't you supposed to be a badass? Well, I'm still a badass, but I have a gay step brother, Kurt. He's obsessed with Broadway and fashion, I'm honestly surprised Rachel hasn't met him yet. I walked back to the door and smirked down at the petite brunette.

  "I can cuddle now." I said, saying cuddle in my voice that mocks Kurt's. I know, I do make fun of him a lot, not for being gay, but just about his fashion sense. She didn't smile at all, she just let me into the house.

  "You know whe-re my room is." she said, with her voice cracking as she said where. I sighed, knowing she was upset. I just wish she would communicate with me. I grabbed her hand pulling her upstairs with me. Once I got to her room, I sat down on her bed and she did the same. We were 'Spooning' and I heard some sniffles come from her. She finally turned to look at me and she had tears streaming down her face.

"I lied, I'm not okay." she hugged me and I hugged her back. I couldn't have felt worse for her. She was sick, plus she had to deal with Quinn. "I just want to be accepted. I mean I get that she's a psychic, but I just wants people to not look at me like I'm an alien. Quinn is a monster and my feelings for yo--" she stopped once she realized what she said.

"You're a psychic?" I asked her.

"You must think I'm crazy, Finn I-" I cut her off by leaving her room.

She's a psychic........

too.
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AHHHHHHH! I hope you guys liked that plot twist! 💙💙