Alternate universe. Rachel has a different personality and Quinn is Finn's childhood best friend.
I don't own Glee. Also, this story is in book format.

It had only been a day after Rachel and I began to date again when the entire school knew about it. Typical high school, eh?

"So, you guys worked it out?" Quinn asked as she opened her locker, pushing something inside. I shrugged and looked around. In truth, we really didn't. Rachel kissed me and told me that it was okay, that she forgave me. I was seriously angry, but I didn't want to hurt her, so being the pushover I am let her fall back into my life.

"Oh. Yeah. I guess," I murmured, looking around. The last thing I needed was Rachel popping out of a corner and interrogating me about talking to Quinn. Ever since that fight they haven't been on… friendly terms, I should say, and Rach gets ticked when we talk now.

"You guess? Come on, Finn. You're my best friend, you can tell me anything. You know that, right?" She turned to look at me, her hair framing her face as she pouted. Gosh, she was beautiful. My eyes fell onto her outfit; a yellow dress that made her bod look smoking ho-

"Finn?"

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry. I know Q, but I'm not sure anymore." She gave me a sympathetic look before Sam walked over and put his arms around her, pulling her into a kiss. She giggled before looking back at me.

"Text me later?"

"Promise." I smiled as they walked away, an unusual feeling coming over me. I wasn't used to it, and I couldn't say that it felt very good. I sighed as I turned the corner to the stairs. Ever since Freshman year things have been different with Quinn and I.

She wasn't my little sister anymore, and we both knew it. To me, she wasn't just a little sister; she was my best friend, and I was starting to feel something more. To her, I don't know what I am, but I hope it's still good. I was about to turn left into the Glee room when Rachel came up behind me.

"Finn! We need to talk." She said with this intense look of urgency. I shifted in my spot; what now?

"So. I saw you talking to little Miss Perfection over there and I want to know why." She put her hands on her hips and waited for me to say something. I could already feel the anger bubble up into my chest.

"God, Rach! She's my best friend! I can talk to her whenever I feel like it!" I tried not to yell, but it was pretty hard. My fists wound up as I tried to blow the steam away. She put on her best pouty face.

"Aw, Finny. I know that, but I just don't like how you were looking at her, that's all." Dang. She knew I couldn't resist how she was acting now; the damsel in distress. I pulled her closer when she started to put her hands in her face.

"Oh, no, Rach…" I murmured, holding her close and burying my face in her hair. I could feel her smile as she wrapped her arms around me.


"Where are Finn and Rachel?"

I frowned when I heard Mr. Shue speak. A collective "I dunno" went around the room as he shrugged and went over to write on the white board. I had a bad feeling; what was Rachel doing now? I still couldn't believe he was with her again.

She's been prodding after him ever since she got here last year. He was blind to how much of a witch she was, but luckily a few other people knew. Nobody cared about him like I did though, that was the problem.

I raised my hand and smiled at our teacher.

"I'll go look for them," I offered. Mr. Shue nodded and waved me away, writing away a list of songs we could choose from. I felt slightly annoyed; don't get me wrong, Mr. Shue is a great teacher, but sometimes he's so into his setlist that he doesn't notice anything.

Sam gave me a sad smile as he watched me walk out of the classroom. I closed the door and sighed. Sometimes he was too clingy, but how can you say no to the sweetest boy ever? When he moved here he started serenading me with the guitar, and heck, I was hooked.

I'm a huge sucker for a guy with a guitar.

Finn didn't seem to like him that much, but I pegged it off because he didn't want somebody to take his quarterback position. I laughed about it; Finn was a really good quarterback. I don't see anybody climbing to the top of the ladder anytime soon.

"She's my best friend!" Finn? I walked closer to the voice and shook my head. I swear, one day I am going to bunch Berry in the face. I scowled at her, ready to break in and take them to glee when she saw me. Her eyes got wide before she looked back at Finn and played that "Oh no I'm crying" game. When Finn hugged her and she gave me a sickening smile. I rolled my eyes and coughed. Finn turned around and smiled.

"Hey Quinn!"

"You two are supposed to be in Glee right now," I said, frowning. Realization went through his features as he heard me. He gave me a sheepish smile before shrugging.

"She's right. Come on Rachel," he said, walking toward me. He pulled out for a hug, but I rejected it and gave him "the look".

"Just hurry up." Annoyed, I walked back to class.

"So what was up with you today?" Finn was driving me home today. Since we lived close to each other, we drove each other back and forth. It stopped when he started dating Rachel, but it made me happier to know that he still wanted to.

"Nothing. I'm just sick of seeing Rachel string you along like that," I said honestly, looking out the window. I could already feel Finn getting mad at me. I sighed and turned to look at him.

"Listen. I don't want to do this right now, okay? So just shut up and get me home." I frowned at him and turned my iPod loud, Taylor Swift blasting through the speakers.

I could defiantly feel Finn shifting next to me in uncomfort.


The next day was better.

Quinn didn't seem as mad at me, but it defiantly wasn't what it used to be. I sighed and scribbled in my notebook, not bothering to pay attention to what our teacher was saying. Rachel was sitting next to me, doing her best to copy down everything our teacher was saying.

She turned and gave me a smile. When I smiled back she went back to the notes and I breathed a sigh of relief. I don't know if she noticed or not, because I lifted my hand and frowned.

"May I be excused?" Our teacher nodded and went back to her lecture. Rachel was about to ask the same thing, but the glare I gave her stopped her in her tracks. She shrunk back into the vulnerable girl I knew last year, and for a second I wanted to hug her and tell her that everything would be okay, but instead I turned and headed out the door with my things.

The hallways were clear; a good sign. The first thing I did was go to my locker and put everything away. Then I grabbed my car keys and closed it.

"Why am I so confused? It wasn't like this two months ago. Ugh, it was perfect two months ago." I sighed and was about to walk out to my car when I heard something. It was so soft, I couldn't be sure that I had heard it, but it was there. Two people were kissing. Believe me, normally I wouldn't care at all, but this time was different.

So I snuck over to the projection room and peeked in.

I almost gasped when I saw who it was.

Quinn and Sam.

Quinn was laughing at something he had just said, and he was running his hand through her hair. They were laying down on the hangout set, looking…happy. The feeling that went through me was intense, seriously. I never knew I could feel that bad. I stood there, open-mouthed, as my best friend made out with some kid she barely knew.

I'm pretty sure that's why it hurt. I was afraid she was going to get hurt. Yeah, that's it. Quinn's eyes caught mine for a moment and she pulled back from Sam. She gave me the weirdest look and frowned.

"Finn?" She asked, appalled that I was watching. Before Sam could turn around I ducked out of view and looked around. Dang. I put my hands in my pockets and started walking outside to my car.

Opening the door I got in and turned the engine on, switching my iPod to The Runaways. I sighed and pressed my forehead to the steering wheel, Cherie Currie and Joan Jett singing about nothing. I leaned back and pressed on the gas, pulling out and driving away from the school.

I knew where I wanted to go.

It was a long drive, but I got there easy enough. I stepped out of the car and walked to my dad's grave. I kneeled down and smiled a little.

"Hey Dad. I just need to talk to you for a little bit." I took in a deep breath and for an hour just… talked. I told him about Quinn and how I missed her, how I thought Sam wasn't right for her, and how I was confused about Rachel.

"I like her, I really do, but it's just… everybody says she's bad for me, and I can't see that. Quinn tells me things that she does when I'm not looking and it's like, what? I know she wouldn't do that!" I sighed and got up. Dusting the dirt off of my pants I thanked my dad for listening and started walking back to my car. When I opened the door I saw that my phone had five missed calls and one text. They were all from Rachel. I opened the text message and felt my heart stop.

We need to talk, Finn. –Rachel