From the corner of her eye she watches as Finn flirts with Santana—tossing popcorn at her until the girl is doubled over with laughter. The sight causes her stomach to churn and tears to burn the corners of her eyes so she retreats to Mr. Schuster's kitchen and pretends to clean up while she tries to get her emotions under control. She doesn't hear anyone enter behind her but she gets that familiar prickle at the back of her neck that tells her someone's watching.

She closes her eyes and sucks in a deep breath hoping whoever it is will just go away because she's not strong enough for a confrontation right now and sympathy just makes her feel worse. She only opens her eyes again when she feels the weight of a hand press down on her shoulder.

"You okay?"

Noah.

His breath is warm against the side of her face and she can feel the heat from his fingertips seeping through the material of her sweater. She's afraid to look at him because if the look on his face is as sincere as the words he's just spoken she knows she'll burry her face in the front of his tee-shirt and cry until she has no tears left inside of her.

"I'm sorry Noah but I had to tell Finn."

"'S'fine," he replies with a shrug. "Dude totally bitched me out but it's whatever. I'm not mad or anything."

"At least he's speaking to you." she sighs turning to face him. It's a mistake, not only can she see Finn and Santana over his shoulder but the counter top is biting into her spine and there's no where to go when he takes a step towards her.

He settles a hand on either side of her body, his fingers curling around the Formica as he leans in a little closer. "Does that mean its official?"

She looks up, meeting his eyes and there's a little glimmer of mischief there that she knows could very easily get her into trouble. Her heart's racing and her breath catches at the back of her throat. The air between them is electric—suffocating, and when his eyes drop to her lips her entire body shudders.

"Yes, but—"

He doesn't let her finish before pressing his lips roughly against hers. She knows she should stop him because Finn could walk in—anyone could walk in—but she doesn't.

When he moves his hand to her hip and pulls her closer she lets out a little squeak that causes her lips to part. He smiles against her mouth, capturing her bottom lip between his teeth and teasing it with the tip of his tongue and she wants to kiss him—really kiss him—but she still has feelings for Finn and her hearts still broken.

She settles her hands on his very impressive biceps and pulls away as much as she can with the counter behind her. "I—I can't do this," she offers in explanation. She doesn't want him to be angry with her but she also doesn't want to make another mistake she'll inevitably regret.

He rolls his eyes at her and shakes his head before taking a step back. When he turns to leave she thinks maybe letting him go is the mistake but she can't seem to find her voice, or the words to make him stay.