It’s December third, the start of the colder months. Finn had made the foolish mistake of forgetting a sweater. He tries to ignore the biting cold, focusing on the bits of frost that dust the grass by the sidewalk, you’re footsteps on the concrete as you walk beside him.

He’s so distracted by his surroundings he doesn’t notice you holding out your sweater for him.

“Take it. You’re shivering.”

You say, watching as he takes it and puts it on. You playfully nudge his shoulder once he has it on, a teasing smile on your face.

“And it looks even better on you than me. I don’t think it’s my color.”

Finn hates the blush that creeps up his cheeks. He knows he made a mistake last night, kissing you, but you were both drunk and it felt nice in the moment. You didn’t even seem to mind that much, though you haven’t mentioned it since then.

You both finally make it to the school. Finn sighs softly as some warmth returns to his face. He’s never liked the cold much.

Though, as Heather walks up, he wants nothing more than to go right back into the snow and stay there for eternity.

The sight of her face makes him sick. She’s so beautiful. The kind of beautiful that makes him realize he’s never had a chance next to her. You’re in love, and he hates her for it.

“Hey babe.”

You mutter, putting your arm around her shoulder. Finn feels sick. Heather turns her head to smile at him, not unkindly. She’s never unkind. It makes him unbelievably angry.

“Hey, Finn. We missed you in Robotics yesterday. Where were you?”

“I was sick yesterday.”

He lies, the blunt response making Heather’s smile falter slightly. He doesn’t feel bad, though he knows he will later. Yesterday, you had managed to convince Finn to skip Robotics with you. You made him swear not to tell Heather, knowing she would be angry about it.

Finn’s eyes flick to you. You’re staring straight ahead, not showing any reaction to his lie. He sneers, considering telling her the truth. About everything. The skipping, the kiss, all of it.