light my candle

chapter eight

chapter eight

finn pov

i had been watching keeping up with the kardashians for five hours. and yes, i am very, very embarrassed by that. but i was sulking and depressed, and i think that's a very valid excuse for five hours of kim and her family.

"alright. enough of this crap."

zac leaned over the couch, grabbed the remote from my lap and turned off the tv.

"hey!" i began to protest but he covered my mouth with his hand, and didn't even move it out of the way when i licked it.

"go take a shower. you smell like shit," zac ordered.

"thanks," i muttered sarcastically.

"i mean it! get your smelly ass into the shower within sixty seconds or i am throwing your mattress and your blankets and pillows out the window."

i groaned and stood up, shaking my head.

"alright, alright. i'm going."

i begrudgingly took a shower, although while i was in there i have to admit it felt nice. they say you do your best thinking in the shower, and now i can safely say that is one hundred percent true. i thought about my whole situation with rachel and how i'd been feeling so badly about it and i realized that i shouldn't be feeling bad about it. she was the one who started the trouble. she was rude and told me i sucked. this whole "domino effect" chain of events was her fault. so why was i upset? why was i the one sulking? why was i the one beating myself up about it? there was no explanation. i wasn't going to go crawling to her. nope. i was going to just go on with my life and wait for her to do the crawling. it sounded kind of cruel and i felt bad about that, but i knew it was the truth and i had to accept that. if rachel wanted us to be together, she would do something about it.

i got out of the shower feeling so much better. i felt refreshed; you could even say i felt enlightened. i went back downstairs after getting dressed and turned the tv back on. only this time, i didn't continue my kardashians marathon. marathons of keeping up with the kardashians are for depressed, sulking guys. no, now i was watching parks and recreation - a funny, optimistic show for optimistic people looking for a laugh and to be even more uplifted. goodbye, kourtney and scott. hello, ben and leslie.

in the middle of an episode, zac came over again.

"c'mon, man, let me watch parks and rec. i swear i'm not depressed anymore. no kardashians," i protested. he shook his head.

"i don't have a problem with parks and rec. i just came over to tell you that...that, uh, you have a visitor. so get over there," he said, looking over at the doorway a few times. i stood up from the couch, handing the remote to zac, and walked over to the front door. i smiled (unintentionally smugly) when i saw who it was.

"hi rachel."

she raised her eyebrows, probably at my inappropriately smug smile.

"what's up?" she asked suspiciously. i shrugged.

"just watching some tv."

"friends?" i shook my head.

"nope. parks and rec."

"ooh, look at you, switching it up," she said flatly, being sarcastic.

"so, what brings you over to the fraternity house this evening?" i asked.

"i came to talk to you. do you mind if we step outside?" she had a really serious look on her face, and if it weren't for my particularly sunny disposition at the moment i probably would have been nervous. i obliged and stepped outside, shutting the door behind me. she looked up at me and sighed.

"i'm sorry i was such a bitch to you, finn. you didn't suck, honestly. i was just...just being a diva, like usual, and being disappointed when the perfect perfection that usually comes from you wasn't being brought to the table. and it was selfish of me to expect that and it was stupid of me to say that. so i'm very, very sorry. and...if you're up for it, i'd really like to try this again. you know...us."

i thought for a few moments as she sat there with pleading eyes. i wanted to get back together (if we were even together in the first place), but would it be a good idea? would things just crash and burn again? she just told me she was a diva, and that in itself was a lot of trouble. but i really did like rachel. a lot. so, diva and previous troubles aside, i was gonna go for it. i gave her a small smile and nodded.

"yeah, i'd be willing to give it another try." she smiled widely and hugged me tightly, and i laughed a little before hugging her back. after a few moments, she looked up at me.

"you had a smug little smile on your face when i got here...what's got you in such a good mood?"

i considered whether or not i should tell her about my shower epiphany which was basically all about how i was right and she was wrong and needed to crawl back to me and apologize. after reviewing possible scenarios and consequences of that and considering past events in our relationship, i decided strongly against it. so i just smiled and shrugged.

"i guess a different tv show is refreshing."

author's note: this chapter is so bad and i am so sorry; basically its only purpose was to get them back together and i wanted to get it done and published so i could move on to more exciting things and so i wouldn't keep you guys waiting. so yeah...big apologies!!