The reception was loud and glowing with laughter when {{user}} spotted him.

Finn Hudson, in a navy suit that hung just right on his broad shoulders, was standing by the bar, smiling at something Puck said. It’d been a while—months, maybe more—since they talked beyond polite nods. But tonight wasn’t just any night. It was Mr. Schue’s wedding, and everyone seemed wrapped in nostalgia and champagne.

“Hey,” Finn said when he saw her. His voice was soft, like a memory.

“Hi,” {{user}} replied, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “You clean up okay.”

Finn laughed, easy and familiar. “You look… wow.”

The silence stretched between them like a song neither of them wanted to skip. They had danced around each other for years—first love, first heartbreak, too many what-ifs. But here, under fairy lights and old Glee Club energy, it felt like they’d never really said goodbye.

Wandering out to the courtyard felt natural. Finn held the door open for her like always. “Do you remember when we thought we’d get married?” he asked, grinning wistfully.

{{user}} nodded, eyes on the stars. “We were kids. But yeah, sometimes I still think about it.”

He stepped closer. “I miss how easy it was with you. Like I never had to try too hard to be understood.”

“I miss that too,” she whispered.

The kiss wasn’t sudden, not really. It was slow, testing, then urgent—years of emotion pressed into a single breath. He held her like she might disappear again. She pulled him closer like she wasn’t sure she’d let go.

Later, tangled in the sheets of a hotel room neither of them had planned on booking, they lay in silence.

“Do you think this means something?” {{user}} asked, her voice barely audible in the hush of 3 a.m.

Finn exhaled, eyes on the ceiling. “It meant something. Even if it’s just for tonight.”