Ayeee guys. Hope you enjoy my little fanfic! It switches points of view (POV) & if enough people like it, then I'll continue. Oh, & forget everything you know. In my story, Finn & Quinn start off together. Quinn did do Puck, but didn't get pregnant, & Finn doesn't know about it. There's no Sam...yet. Kurt never left McKinely. Mike & Tina are together, & Rachel's still hopelessly in love with Finn. Thanks guys & enjoy.

Rachel's POV:
Why is Finn looking at me like that? Is it because of my abstract crimson baby owl sweater? My dads did say it makes me look kind of homeless.

Finn's POV:
Man, why does Rachel have to look so pretty today?

Quinn's POV:
He's staring at her. AGAIN. What is wrong with him. She's a nasty Lima loser with a huge nose and golf balls for boobs. She's a Susan Boyle. I'm a Megan Fox. This makes no sense.

Mercedes' POV:
They better be serving them tots in the cafeteria today.

Rachel's POV:
My nose. He's staring at my nose. And making fun of it in that thick skull of his. Well, Barbra had lots of suitors. Likes James Brolin. And she never got a nose job. I'm not ugly, I'm not ugly…

Brittany's POV:
I like unicorns.

Finn's POV:
Crap, Quinn knows I'm staring at Rachel.

Mr. Schue's POV:
Wow, none of these kids are even listening to me right now.

Puck's POV:
Damn Santana. Where did those tits come from? They're huge.

Finn's POV:
"So, uh, yeah guys, that's all for today. Remember to think up some new mash up ideas for tomorrow," Mr. Schue announced, standing up. "Mr. Schuester?" Rachel questioned. We all turned our heads towards her. She started going on and on about something in her usual way, but I wasn't listening. As usual. I was just glad I had an excuse to stare at her some more.

Mercedes' POV:
Ugh, Rachel, just shut the hell up. No one ever wants to hear what you have to say.

Kurt's POV:
Rachel needs to be eaten alive by flies.

Finn's POV:
"...And that's why I think we should do a tribute to Barbra this week. She really is one of the best singers of our -." "Rachel," Mr. Schue interrupted. "Maybe some another time," He continued. "But-." Mr. Schue cocked an eyebrow. "No." She dropped her head and gave an overly-dramatic sigh. That's Rachel for ya.

Quinn's POV:
Barbra Streisand? Is the man-hands serious? What does she even sing? This is pathetic.

Brittany's POV:
I wanna eat Cabbage Patch Kids…Or is that Sour Patch kids…no wait, it's Cabbage Patch. Duh, "cabbage". You can eat that.

Rachel's POV:
Mr. Schue never gives me a chance. I don't know why I continue to waste my talents in a club where I'm so under-appreciated.

Puck's POV:
Rachel would be such a hot Jew if she didn't dress like my grandma.

Brittany's POV:
Wait, but I don't like cabbage...

Artie's POV:
Mike Chang can't even sing. Why is he here?

Tina's POV:
I should start a twitter page just for Mike's abs. Oh la la. He's so hot. And amazing.

Santana's POV:
Mr. Schue's so scrawny. And has a small head. But I'd still ride that.

Finn's POV:
I have to talk to her. Now.

Quinn's POV:
If he dares talk to her I'll cut off his scrotum.

Rachel's POV:
He's STILL staring at me. I have to get out of here. I know I'm not the best-looking girl, but for him to just criticize me like that in his mind…He's such an insensitive jerk. He can't possibly be looking at me…cause he likes me…or anything. He has a clichéd girlfriend who's much more prettier than me. Why would he want anything else?

Quinn's POV:
"Finn,"I lightly tapped his shoulder after he got up and was right about to open his mouth to talk to that narc. He turned to face me. I ran my manicured fingers down his chest and looked past him for a split second to see Rachel gazing right at us. Could she be more obvious? She needs to shave off all her hair and become a lesbian; no guy would ever date that.

Rachel's POV:
She's the luckiest girl in the world.

Finn's POV:
"My house, tonight? I've got something special for you," Quinn stood on her tip-toes as she whispered in my ear. I turned my head slowly and saw that Rachel was already out the door. Gone. I felt Quinn push herself away from me, but it just made me pull her in closer. "You got it, babe. What time?" I grinned at her. She smiled as she brought her glossy lips toward mine.

Puck's POV:
Quinn Fabray. I need to tap that again. Just look at that ass.

Quinn's POV:
"Get a port-o-potty, you two," Kurt disgustedly said as he headed for the door while locking arms with Mercedes. But I didn't even care. Finn's mine and not anyone's else's; that's all that counts. They're all just jealous.

Kurt's POV:
Finn's looking attractive today...

Quinn's POV:
"Love you Finn," I breathed against his soft lips. But he didn't say anything.