It’s that little feeling you get when he starts talking - he gets it, and you can’t help but stare and nod doe-eyed because Finn Hudson understands. He understand every little feeling you keep trapped just below the surface.
He gives you that look sometimes. Right before he saved you from that canon. Something your best friend and pseudo-girlfriend didn’t attempt. Were they just going to watch you die? Finn came. Finn stopped it. He was your knight in McKinley red football gear.
In another time, it would be the two of you together. Not now, not with all the crap you’re both dealing with - two people pulling you in other directions. In those moments though you think maybe. Just maybe there’s a future there.