"Bro, are you coming? You're twenty minutes late. Sam is tired of waiting for you."
Finn sighed into his phone.
"I'm not coming, Puck."
"What do you mean you're not coming? This is Sam and Blaine's only free night to play basketball. We haven't all hung out together in forever."
"I know, but Rachel has the flu, and I don't want to leave her."
Puck didn't say anything right away, and then awed.
"That's really sweet, Finn," he told his best friend .
"I know. Don't tell anyone."
Puck laughed.
"I won't. But you're right. Taking care of your girl is more important than hanging out with us. Talk to you later."
"See you, dude."
He hung up the phone and went and kneeled down in front of Rachel, who was laying on the couch at is mother's house since her fathers were out of town , eyes closed. He placed a hand on her cheek, and she opened her lids slowly.
"Hi, Rach."
"Hi, Finn," she yawned. "Are you sure you don't mind staying? I hate to ruin your night out. I know you don't play basketball with them often ."
He shook his head.
"Nah. I'd rather be here with you, anyways. Even sick you."
She smiled, and he kissed her cheek.
"More soup and ginger ale?" he asked.
"And another blanket, please."
He went to get up, but she reached out and grabbed his hand before he could walk away.
"Thank you, Finn," she whispered.
He shrugged.
"It's nothing, babe. I'd do anything for you."