Okay guys, this is a new story, I've just finished my other one, Missing Piece, another Finchel story, and Im in the middle of a Brittanaa one too, so updates may be slow, but not too slow hopefully! Hope you like it! :P

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot line.

Chapter One

Finn was on a date with Quinn when he first saw her. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had long brown hair, gorgeous brown eyes, and she was hot too, but not slutty like most girls he knew. Including, he hated to say, his girlfriend. He was convinced that he was looking at an Angel. That was, at least, until she caught him staring.

"Hello?" she said, looking at him questioningly.

"Erm, hi?" he replied, confused.

"Do I know you?" she asked.

"Err, no, I don't think so…" Trust me, if I had seen you before, I would remember.

"Well why are you staring at me?" she asked him, turning to face him with her hands on her hips.

"Oh, well, I…" he thought quickly, trying to come up with a believable excuse.

"Spare me the excuses, dude. I know I'm hot, but please, you have a date." She said cockily. This just made him more attracted to her.

"Right, sorry. I mean, I know, erm, it won't, like, it won't happen again. Sorry." He mumbled, falling over his words, embarrassed.

"Good. Bye!" she said, suddenly cheerful as she walked away, leaving Finn staring at her retreating figure in wonder. Or rather, staring at her retreating ass in wonder. Quinn's ass definitely didn't look like that, he thought, jolting back to reality when his girlfriend slapped him, hard.

"Ouch!" he cried, jumping.

"You deserved that."

"What? Why?"

"Cause you were staring at that girl, when you're on a date with me, your girlfriend!"

"Sorry. But I wasn't staring, really…just looking."

"Face it, Finn, you were staring. You know what, just forget it. I don't want to fight. Just shut up and eat." She sighed.

"Sorry." Finn said again, but shut up as she glared at him threateningly. They ate the remainders of their meal in stony silence.

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur to Finn, up until he saw her again. Quinn had dragged him to a club to meet her friends Brittany and Santana, and after a couple of hours all three girls were wasted. Finn, being the designated driver, spent the night sat at the bar with a glass of Pepsi. He was about to go hunt down his girlfriend and leave when she spotted him.

"Hello again." She smiled, swaying her hips seductively as she walked towards him.

"Erm, hi?" he hadn't meant it to, but it came out as more of a question than a greeting.

"I'm the girl you were staring at earlier, you know, in Breadsticks? Sorry I was so mean, by the way." Okay, now he was confused.

"Oh, I know. I mean, I know who you are. But you don't need to apologise, you had every right to be mad."

"Oh, I know, but I wasn't mad. I just didn't want to get on the wrong side of your girlfriend. I hear she's, like, the most popular girl in school." She smiled, and he couldn't help but smile back.

"What? I mean, she is, but how would you know that?" he asked.

"Well, you may not have noticed, but I go to your school Finn." She rolled her eyes at his surprised expression.

"You do? Then how come I've never met you?"

"Well, mostly because I've only been here for a month. But also because I'm not a cheerleader, or a football player, so you have no reason to know me." He shook his head.

"Wow. You just made me hate myself a little bit." He replied, feeling bad that people saw him that way.

"Sorry, but it's the truth. I didn't mean to make you feel bad, though. It's not your fault. I get that peer pressure and everything affects the popular kids as much as it affects the non-popular kids. They just handle it better, I guess." She looked like she knew this from experience, but Finn wasn't about to ask her personal questions.

"Yeah, I suppose it does, but that's no excuse. Everybody knows who I am, so how is it fair that I don't know who everyone else is? I should at least make an effort to get to know more people. Especially people like you." She looked like she didn't know whether to be offended or not.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I just mean, people who are really cool, and nice, who I could be good friends with. I just feel bad for not knowing you."

"Thanks. I think."

"Yeah-"

"Finnnnnnn." Quinn slurred, stumbling towards them, one shoe on, the other in her hand.

"Er, what's up Quinn?" he asked, shooting the girl an apologetic glance while rushing towards his girlfriend to stop her from falling over.

"I can tell you what's up with her. She's pissed out of her mind. Quinn shot her a glare, but it wasn't very effective since she had pretty much no control over her facial features at all.

"I waaaanna go hooome, and I've broke my shooe." She said, unexpectedly bursting into tears. The girl scoffed.

"Shh, it's okay." Whispered Finn, glancing at the girl, embarrassed. She was looking away, obviously trying not to laugh.

"Look, I gotta get her home. I'll see you around." She nodded, smiling.

"See you."

"Wait! I didn't catch your name." he said.

"That's because I never told you my name." she replied, and with that, she blew him a kiss and walked off, disappearing almost instantly into the mass of sweaty, dancing bodies. Finn sighed, staring after her longingly, before feeling something hot, wet and pretty foul-smelling run down his shirt. Wincing, he looked down to see that Quinn had blown chunks down his shirt. Perfect, he thought. Sighing, he wrapped an arm around her gently and led her carefully out of the club. As he buckled her into the passenger seat, he wondered what he ever saw in this girl. The thoughts of the strange girl with no name didn't leave his mind all night.

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