#f2ffinn

He’s at his locker, ducking down to reach it in spite of it being (conveniently) located on the top row, when she confronts him; stands on her tiptoes and taps him on the shoulder, draws attention towards herself insistently. Conversations buzz around them but subtlety has never been claimed to be a strong suit and the hallways of McKinley High had housed many an emotionally tumultuous conversation before ----- another would hardly raise the eyebrows of her albeit lackluster peers. “Finn?”