Part XX

You and me are real, Cedes.

How did she let a few sweet nothings and kisses trip her up?

I want this, Mercedes Jones. I want you. I want us.

If she followed her heart-

He swore Rachel and him were over, but...

"See?" she sighed. "Complicated."

Finn still felt her loving body surround him.

Three words. Everything would change.

He didn't want to scare her. His Kitkat was never one to be lured by smooth lines nor smoke and mirrors. This is one mission I am so ready to carry out, he thought.

"Captain Finn Hudson reporting for duty." he chuckled.

How can you trust him? Better yet... why?

More questions attacked even as she drove around the corner. What makes you so sure that he won't throw you for her? Come on, Mercedes, where are the receipts? Tally all your pros and cons. Go ahead, consult with every one of your lists. Write it out on a chalkboard if you have to...the results ain't gonna change.

"What the?" Mercedes asked.

"Everything's good then?" Finn asked. "Thanks,man. I owe you one."

Wait...

He recognized the monstrosity in a heartbeat. A metallic blue Lexus parked near Mercedes' car. A set of license plates blared STARINDAM8KIN.

"You got to be fucking kidding me." Finn shook his head and rushed to the Jones home.

You didn't think Bland Sentence was going to get the hint, did you? Hey- who threw that tomato? :) (Ducks and dodges more debris from the audience) Hey, before you start a riot, I swear there's more to come. Be patient! Until next time... Thank you and love you!