First GLEE fic! Oneshot, because I'm too lazy right now to make an actual Glee story. Finn/Rachel. Obvious what's gonna happen.

I see him. Everywhere. In my dreams, on the street, in my house. Everywhere. Maybe he's never there in reality, but my imagination wants him there, and I know that. I want him there.

But the only times I ever actually see him - him, in person, in his very own flesh - is in the school hallway, or in Mr. Schuester's room, during glee club. Only at school will I see him actually there. And it's sad, but I know it's the truth. Just like I know that Finn Hudson will never like me.

I don't get what I like about him. I mean, he has a girlfriend. Quinn Fabray. I don't get what she likes about him, either. Or what he likes about her. Or what anyone likes about either of them. I mean, for God's sake, they're in high school, and she's already pregnant. I just don't get it.

But I just know, with every fiber of my being, that I like him. No. That I love him. And I want him. Want him to want me. Want him to love me.

Maybe it's the way that he sings. Or the way he can keep a steady drum beat. Or the way he takes off his football helmet. Or the way he looks at me, then looks at her. It's only for a brief second that he looks at me, but he looks at me. I mean actually looks. Not at something behind me. Directly at me, right into my eyes.

And it's a times like that, when he looks at me, or when he touches me when we're dancing, or the way our voices harmonize so perfectly, that I know for a fact that I, Rachel Berry, am in love.

But then it's the way he kisses her, or looks at her, or hugs her, that breaks my heart.

But I know he'll always choose her over me.

And I just don't get it.

It's a funny thing, with Rachel Berry. I mean, I know she likes me. I can tell. And, I mean, I know it's weird, but I sorta feel bad. Because I sometimes want to like her. But I just... can't.

There's nothing wrong with Rachel, either. She's pretty hot. She's got a great voice. And she can be a stuck-up bitch sometimes, but... I don't know.

Like I said, there's nothing wrong with her.

She just came into my life at a bad time. And tried to show me she likes me at a really bad time.

A really bad time.

And I know Quinn hates her. And I hate that she hates her, because really, there's nothing to hate about her. I guess people just do.

And I feel bad about the slushie facials she gets. I do.

And I feel bad that no one likes her.

Because that makes me want to like her more.

And I know that liking her is wrong.

But I can't help it. I just... like her.

Maybe just as friends, or maybe more. I can't really tell. I like her, plain and simple.

Except it's not that simple at all.

But one thing is for sure, one thing I'll never forget about Finn...

But on top of liking her and not liking her, I'll never forget Rachel.

Because that one night, in the auditorium, when he kissed me...

I'll never forget that one night after school when she kissed me, or I kissed her, I'm still not really sure. But all I know...

All I know is that...

It felt good.

It felt... right.