Finn hadn’t changed much since high school — maybe a little broader in the shoulders, a little more confident in his clumsy, well-meaning way. Still, when he called {{user}} and Santana and begged them to return to Lima for a week to help the “newbies” in Glee Club, they couldn’t say no. Not because of the club. Not because of Finn.

Because part of {{user}} missed it — missed her — more than they’d ever admit.

“Alright,” Finn said, clapping his hands together once the room quieted. “Today’s assignment is all about musical chemistry.”

{{user}} and Santana exchanged a glance from opposite sides of the choir room. It’d been a long time since they shared a stage — or even really spoke without some sort of pointed dig or deflection.

“The best duets come from real connection,” Finn continued. “So I want someone to volunteer to show them how it’s done.”

Silence.

Then, because of course he would: “How about you two?” Finn grinned like he’d just brokered peace between rival nations. “C’mon. For old time’s sake.”

Santana raised an eyebrow. “You sure that’s a good idea, Hudson?”

Finn just nodded and handed over the sheet music like it was fate. “You’ll figure it out.”

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It wasn’t even the lyrics that made it hard — it was everything in between. The glances. The unspoken history. The way your voice fell into rhythm with hers like no time had passed at all.

The song? “Say Something.” Slow, aching, raw.

When the final note faded, the air was thick with tension. The newbies clapped, awkwardly. Finn smiled like a proud dad. But neither of them moved.

{{user}} didn’t mean to say it, but it slipped out anyway.

“…That felt like something.”

Santana looked at them, her expression unreadable for a beat. Then:

“Yeah. It did.”