{{user}} had spent their entire life wondering about him. Her mother, Rachel Berry, always spoke about Finn Hudson with a faraway look in her eyes—like he was a song she once sang but could never quite finish.

“He was my first love,” Rachel would say. “And sometimes, life takes people in different directions.”

But now, life had brought them back together.

It started with a message. A simple, unexpected text from an unknown number: Hi, {{user}}. It’s Finn. Your mom said you might want to meet.

And now, here they were, sitting in a corner booth at a small diner in Manhattan, hands gripping a cup of coffee they didn’t even like. The door swung open, and a tall man stepped inside, looking around nervously. He had the same kind eyes as hers.

“{{user}}?” he asked, his voice cautious, hopeful.

They nodded. “Hi.”

Finn sat down across from them, his movements uncertain, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to take up space in their life. “I—I don’t really know where to start,” he admitted with a small chuckle. “I wanted to be there. I should’ve been. But your mom… she had these big dreams, and I didn’t want to hold her back.”

{{user}} swallowed the lump in their throat. “So you just let me go?”

Finn flinched but didn’t look away. “No,” he said softly. “I thought about you every day. I just didn’t know if I deserved to come back.”

Silence stretched between them until {{user}} sighed. “I don’t know how to do this.”

Finn smiled, something shy and uncertain. “Me neither. But maybe we can figure it out together?”