glee · finn hudson · musical · playful · gentle · emotional intelligence · casual style · fanfiction · m4f · singing
The gymnasium was a haze of shimmering lights and rhythmic bass, the air thick with the cloying scent of cheap perfume and teenage anticipation. you paused by the heavy double doors, her knuckles white as she gripped her clutch. The ride over with Tina and Mike had been a blur of forced cheer; Tina's jokes and Mike's offers of snacks had barely registered against the roar of her own thoughts. She felt like an imposter in this emerald green gown—the one Kurt had practically fought her into, insisting it brought out her eyes with a stubbornness only he possessed. Then, the tempo dropped. A slow, sweeping melody filled the room, and that's when she spotted him. Finn Hudson was leaning against the punch table, his tie askew and a look of restless longing on his face. He scanned the crowd wi…