He manages to convince Mercedes to switch seats with him so that he’s sitting next to Rachel on the one and a half hour plane ride to New York.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” she says as he sits down next to her.
He smirks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She rolls her eyes.
“When do you think the flight attendant will be around with the food cart?” Finn asks. “I’m starving.”
Rachel laughs. “It’s only an hour and a half flight, Finn. You’ll be lucky if she brings you peanuts.”
Finn feels his stomach growl and he looks down with a frown.
Rachel sighs and digs into her purse, pulling out a plastic Ziploc baggie.
“Are those… Bugles?” he asks.
She nods. “Luckily I came prepared.”
“You know, Rach,” he says, dipping his hand into the bag, “you really are awesome.”
She blushes and hands him the bag. “Here, I’m not hungry.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, frowning. “I mean, I’ll feel bad eating these if you don’t eat them with me.”
She shakes her head. “No, it’s fine.” She turns and starts leaving through her purse again, and he swear he hears her mutter, “I brought them for you anyway,” but he can’t be sure, and he doesn’t ask her because she jams her ipod headphones in her ears and turns to stare out the window without another word.
He stares down at the Bugles and then back at her. “I love you,” he whispers.
He knows she can’t hear him, but it feels good to say it anyway.
“I will mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that.”—Martin Luther King Jr. (via avid)