Ok, so this kinda picks up after the end of season 3, but it's AU also... I wrote this for a class so i changed some things. I know i haven't written in forever, but this is already done so i promise weekly updates.

Six hours and eighteen minutes, but who's counting, right? Yeah, that would be me. I flop down on the empty bed on the bland side of my shared dorm room; my roommate, Cora, has her side covered in pictures, posters, and all her other personal touches. For a split second I think about unpacking some things to cover the unmade bed and vanilla walls, but I quickly shake the thought from my head. Why should I unpack when I'm not staying? Because I know Finn and he'll be back for me by morning, maybe even earlier. Cora is busy chatting away about classes that start tomorrow and all the fun we'll have this semester. I'll admit, at the end of senior year she seemed like the perfect roommate; peppy, outgoing, and organized, just like me. But right now, her positive outlook was driving me up the walls of the small room. And of course her whole side of the room is pink and yellow, the brightest colors she could come up with. Yeah, I have bedding and wall décor to match, but right now I just want to be in my sea of blank until Finn comes to get me, because I swear he will; I know him like the back of my hand. He's perfect. Tall, handsome, popular, and the quarterback of the football team, the classic golden boy. But there is so much more to him than that. How else would he have fallen for the weirdo girl I am? He's way too considerate to just leave me here. He'll come. Soon. He'll be here soon. Just pull yourself together Rachel. Relax.

"So, you think you'll come?" Cora asks.

"Come where?" I reply.

"To the Welcome Freshman party tonight, I've only been talking about it pretty much since we met in May. Where have you been?"

"Oh, umm, sorry," I stumble. "My mind was somewhere else, I guess. But, I think I'll just hang out here." Cora sits on the corner of my dull bed that I'm sprawled out on and places her hand on my knee in comfort.

"Are you ok? You don't seem as excited to be here as you did a few months ago."

"Things change," I snap back and retract my knee from her grasp.

She stutters a little but recovers quickly as she goes back over to her side, "Well, you better perk up, because you have Music Theory first thing tomorrow morning, and I hear the professor is pure evil." I don't respond but my mind is screaming at me that it doesn't matter; Finn will be here before then. I'm doing the math of what time he'll be here if he leaves at a given time; he'll realize pretty quickly that this whole thing was a terrible idea and he'll hop on a train at say, two o'clock. That would put him here at midnight, so I just have to breathe till then. Relax, Rachel, you can do this.

Midnight comes, he's not here. No texts, no calls, nothing. Just nothing.