#unitedleader

what finn said to her emotional outpouring was the first selfless piece of advice she'd heard in months. once you become a product, it's difficult to know whose input to trust: the head of the label, the head of marketing, the numbers, the fans...it was all very confusing, but what finn had made her realize was there was a voice getting lost in all the noise. her own. and the thought of singing for the sake of singing, without a clear vision of what she wanted to say like she had back in the day in the choir room, was the biggest failure she could have.

When you walk through the door And you look in my eyes Yeah, it feels, yeah, it feels like the very first time I can fall for you forever, I'm certain 'Cause I still get nervous When your lips hit my lips and the fireworks fly Sendin' sparks through the air, like the Fourth of July I can fall for you forever, I'm certain 'Cause I still get nervous

❛   you  do?  ❜   for  a  second,   her  heart  drops  and  falls  into  an  abyss  of  absolute  PANIC:   how  could  she  be  so  painfully  obvious,   transparent  despite  her  best  efforts  to  draw  a  chalk  circle  into  the  cemented  friendzone  and  stay  still  in  it?   was  it  something  she  said,   was  it  a  song  she  wrote  and  forgot  to  finn-censore,  ‘cause   —   she  truthfully,   wholeheartedly,   had  been  trying  her  best.   to  be  the  friend  he  needed,   to  hear  him  through  all  the  quinn  /  rachel  relationship  drama,   through  the  identity  crisis  and  existential  anguish,   and  to  never  slip  into  the  selfish,  lingering  temptation  to  speak  her  mind  on  her  wish  to  be  something  more.   to  raise  her  voice  and  say,   i’m  right  here,   why  won’t  you  open  your  eyes  to  what’s  been  in  front  of  you  all  along  and  see  me?   even  if  she  could  barely  muster  the  strength  to  bite  her  tongue  and  swallow  whatever  little  pride  she  had  sometimes.   apprently,   she  hadn’t  been  strong  enough.   OR  MAYBE  HER  BRAIN  WAS  JUST  PLAYING  TRICKS  ON  HER,   a  possibility  that  only  came  to  her  once  she  bothered  to  look  at  the  practice  exam  finn  was  holding  in  his  hand.   damn  teenage  hormones.   haley’s  anxiety  then  morphs  into  a  nervous  laugh,   ❛   oh,  right,   the  trigonometry  mid-term,  ‘cause  what  else  would  you  be  possibly  talking  about   —   that’s  great,   finn  (  @unitedleader​  ),   of  course  you  do.   i  guess  that  means  you  don’t  really  need  us  to  meet  up  at  breadstix  for  a  last-minute  revising  session,  then.  ❜

@unitedleader​ said:  “Hey, I’ve been looking for you for an hour.”

“You’re a good athlete, but I still can’t rap me head around the rules of your football,” he stated to Finn with a bit of a sigh. He knew enough about Finn to know he was an athlete, he’d even seen some footage before he came to McKinley apparently football was a draw to the school. But he didn’t understand all the pauses, and lack of foot touching the ball.

            she had always loved his hugs, but even more as he grew taller when the years passed. he gave the best hugs and the height difference worked in her favor in that regard. she could stay in his arms forever, really. once he pulled away, she sighed, smiling up at him.  ❝ i know. ❞ she shrugged, a cocky smile on her face. 

            ❝ let’s face it, finnster. men and women will come and go from our lives but this? us? we’re forever. ❞ she raised her eyebrows, trying not to chuckle. ❝ you’re stuck with me. ❞ while she couldn’t really be sure that was true, rosalie certainly hoped so. finn was far from perfect, but he was one of the good guys. she wanted to keep him. and she would fight to make that happen.