He looks at the instruction sheet in his hand and makes a note of all the things he should be looking for as he walks to the theatre and laughs at the little side notes that Sara has added because she believes there’s more to the city than what Rachel’s Dads have listed on that paper. He strolls, because he has about an hour to kill, and takes in the sights. After living in Lima most of his life and then being in San Diego where everything is bigger, but not as bright, New York seems like the place that Finn could totally get lost in and not even know how to get out of. But he also knows that it’s the place he can spend the rest of his life in. and he sees why Rachel loves the city so much. The music, the culture, the people, the sights, the numerous coffee shops with promises of vegan food and little road side artists and kids dancing. He makes a few notes himself as he stops at a newspaper stand and forces himself away from the hot dog vendor a few feet away from him. Other than the list in his hand, there are certain things that Finn knows he can’t do without Rachel. Not because she told him that he can’t, but because he knows these are things she would want to share with him. eat his first New York hot dog with her, go to Central Park for the first time with her, go see a Broadway show for the first time with her, walk through Times Square at some ungodly hour with her, sing with the Naked Cowboy only if she’s there and so on and so forth. Finn knows that if he did those things without her, they wouldn’t really be ‘New York things’, they’d just be New York things and without the quotation marks, they would mean nothing. Read it here on FF.net
So, Finn Hudson has pretty much come to the conclusion that he’s an idiot. Of course, he’s had other moments where that realization has hit him before (like the time Puck forced him to swallow a marble on a dare), but he’s realizing just how stupid he is. He knows better than to think that she’s doing it for him, but she’s strutting around at Mike and Tina’s wedding and she looks spectacular. Those weird knee socks and animal sweaters and the other bad fashion statements are gone. She’s in a floor-length sparkling number with a plunging v-neck and he’s thankful that he’s not fifteen anymore because he would have just had mailman issues.
Finchel smut with some plot to cover it up. There is some side Brittana, a very small part. Fulfilling a prompt for the GKM.