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With the sound of a train
That I should have been on
reminding me that the last one's gone.
There's always midnight…
He didn't wait for her after the show.
Finn was prepared to take the train back out to Brooklyn immediately but he decided to stroll around Hell's Kitchen to clear his head first. He took in the sights and sounds and for once didn't let himself draw conclusions from the slight interaction he'd had with Rachel.
After he'd walked in circles for what seemed like hours he headed back towards the subway and boarded the B Train, which would take him home.
The ride back to Brighton Beach wasn't nearly as tumultuous as the ride into Manhattan had been. He didn't know what was going to come of him and Rachel and their relationship but there had at least been a flicker that not all hope was lost.
When his train roared into the station he glanced down at his watch. It was 11:55. Usually when he was in the station as that time it was to say goodbye to Rachel. It felt weird being on the arriving train rather than waiting for the departing one.
He stepped onto the platform and paid his fare and watched as the subway disappeared out of the station. He moved towards the descending stairs but stopped before he went to take the first step. He glanced across the tracks to the outbound platform and that was when he saw her.
Rachel stood on the concrete, her hair around her shoulders, staring straight at him.
He was frozen.
He tried to put the pieces together.
Of course. She was waiting for the midnight train like she always did.
She had taken the first train out after the show to see him…but he hadn't been there waiting for her.
Are you blind?
Can't you see me standing here waiting in line?
It happened like it does in the movies.
He took off down the stairs as fast as his legs would carry him. When he reached the bottom he ran across the street to the steps that lead upward to where Rachel waited. He was only partway up the stairs when he could make out her figure standing at the top. He stopped on one of the landings and waited.
Are you mine?
Not just when you wanna be all of the time?
She ran down the stairs as quickly as she could, dropping her purse in the process, and launched herself into his arms.
He could feel the dampness of her tears against his neck as he held her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him, not being able to get close enough.
"God. Finn, I am so sorry."
He felt his own tears spill over and he turned his head towards her neck, pressing the dampness against her skin.
"I love you."
Are you blind?
Don't you see me standing here
Won't you tell me what it is
I'm waiting to find…
The words were whispered, but he'd heard them.
It was like his soul was singing. Suddenly he couldn't get enough air even though they were outside in the middle of winter. His breath made warm puffs in the air as he smoothed her hair away from her face and leaned in towards her, rubbing his nose against hers.
"It shouldn't have come to this?" He breathed.
She sniffled and laughed. "Since when do you and I play by the rules?"
For the first time in what felt like forever he let out a real, pure laugh. She unwound her legs from his waist and he bent over gently until her feet touched the ground. He reached up to cup her face in his hands and stared into her eyes. The fire that he missed, the sparkle that he craved…they were back.
He pressed his lips to hers hungrily. Tongues met and hands grasped, pulling them even closer to each other. They only broke apart when the rumbling above them announced the impending arrival of the train.
Finn looked at her curiously. If she hurried up the stairs she could still make it.
"The train…" He started.
Rachel raised her fingertips to his lips and left them there as the train pulled into the station. They both looked up at the flash of silver as it pulled into the station and then hurried on its way. There was no need for it to stop if no one was waiting for it.
She stood, gently touching his mouth, until it was silent again.
"Can I stay?"
She walked up a few stairs to retrieve her purse and when she walked back toward him his hand was outstretched, waiting for her. They walked down the stairs and disappeared into the streets of Brooklyn…where they intended to spend their midnight.
It's always midnight.