Chapter 5: Dreams

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Rachel couldn't help glancing at him every few seconds. She wondered what he was so focused on, her homework load had been rather hefty, but she had managed to finish by six, but now it was closing in on 7:30 and Finn still seemed to be powering through, turning pages frantically, erasing and rewriting and randomly groaning in frustration.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" she finally said.

He sighed, "It's just stupid physics, I hate my teacher. I'm sorry I'm not as smart as Sir Nikola Einstein or whoever but I happen to have this thing called a life. I'm on the last part and I'm totally stuck."

"Well, let's see what we're looking at here," she said getting up to help him. "Do you mind," she said hovering over him, relieved that he didn't recoil at the closeness, and god did he smell good.

"Not at all," he said shrugging, she took the paper away and looked it over. She noticed right off the bat that his handwriting was surprisingly neat, even if the frequent erasing had mussed the paper a bit.

"Well you're on the right track, you just forgot to add a one here. This formula is very unforgiving."

She handed the paper back to him, proud of herself.

"God, thank you, I would have been here all night." He said, reworking the formula.

"No problem," she said, sitting back down on the bed.

"So what did you think of glee practice?" He said as he finished, haphazardly dropping his pencil and shutting his book.

"It was really fun actually," She said.

"I know, isn't it great?" he said, looking adorably enthusiastic.

"You know, you wouldn't think a guy like you would be into that kind of thing," She said.

"Yeah, that's kind of what everybody thinks, I didn't want to join at first but Mr. Schue heard me singing while I was scraping gum in afterschool detention and he convinced me to join, and I've been kind of hooked ever since."

"I can see why, performing is addictive isn't it?" She said.

"Yeah, it's like a drug only you don't have to hide it under your floorboards... you know, not that I ever did that."

"I wasn't judging," She said putting her hands up.

"It's just one of my moms old boyfriends... it was kind of a dark time and I think I peed in a cup for him once when I was six..." He rambled. "So how about one of those movies?" he continued, desperately trying to change the subject.

"I have a better idea," she said. "I didn't get to hear you sing in glee club."

"You want me to sing, now?"

"You know, unless you're too much of a pansy."

"Nobody calls me a pansy," Finn said in a very Marty McFly kind of way before standing up to sing.

I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

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