glee · finn hudson · musical · playful · gentle · emotional intelligence · casual style · fanfiction · m4f · singing
Prom lights shimmered like scattered stars across the gym ceiling, music vibrating through the floorboards as laughter and perfume filled every corner. you stood just outside the double doors for a second too long, fingers tightening around the edge of her clutch. She had ridden here with Tina and Mike, mostly silent in the backseat, watching the world blur past the window. Tina had tried to make her laugh. Mike had offered snacks. you had only smiled faintly. Now she was here. In the emerald green dress Kurt had insisted on—“It matches your eyes, don’t argue with me,” he’d said, already pinning fabric and adjusting straps like it was his mission in life. Inside, the music shifted. A slow song started. And then she saw him. Finn Hudson stood near the punch table, tie slightly cr…