"Oh, please, not this again."

Santana was certain she was voicing the opinion of the entire Glee club as Finn and Rachel entered the choir room, arguing about their relationship, yet again. They were currently off, but, from the sound of things, Finn was arguing for a reunion. Finchel, version 73,245.

Gag me, she thought glancing around to see what the others thought of this display. Kurt and Mercedes were rolling their eyes, while Quinn looked disgruntled and Britt…well, she was talking into her book bag…Damn it, she brought her cat to school again. Mike, Tina, Artie and Sam were attempting to take the high road and ignore the squabbling. Puck was watching, but trying to be subtle about it and Lauren was clearly teasing him about something.

That was a strange-ass friendship right there. Not as strange as their dating had been, but they'd broken up and seemed to move right into the buddies category. Once Santana actually got to know Zizes, she had to admit, the girl had a devious, devious mind, which she could appreciate.

"C'mon, Rachel, you said it yourself. I'm the leading man and you're the agnew…."

"Ingénue," Rachel muttered, but Finn kept going without acknowledging her correction.

"…We just fit together. It works, you know…."

Ugh. If I didn't think it'd destroy his two functional brain cells, I'd smack him in the head for that tripe, Santana thought with a sneer.

Clearly, Rachel wasn't impressed either. "STOP!" the tiny diva suddenly shouted, which actually got Finn's attention and stopped his babbling. "Finn, as I've said, we aren't getting back together. Yes, for a time, that was what I wanted, but I've come to realize we were not good for each other. You constantly attempt to change me and I allowed you to do so."

"No I didn't," Finn insisted and gave Rachel a big smile, taking her hands in his. "You always said you wanted someone who would stand up. Take the lead, like…a hero or something. That can be me."

Everyone was surprised when Rachel yanked her hands from his and said, "No, Finn. I don't need a hero…and if I did, I'd want a noir hero, anyhow."

"What?"

Santana snorted. Did Rachel expect Finn to know what noir was? If she did…maybe Finn's idiocy was catching.

Heaving a sigh, Rachel said, "The noir hero is a knight in blood caked armor. He's dirty and he does his best to deny the fact that he's a hero the whole time."

It did not escape Santana's notice that Rachel's eyes drifted to Puck as she said that and he straightened in his seat as though someone electrified the chair. Leaning towards Sam, Puck hissed, "Dude, did she just quote Frank Miller?"

Sam seemed to know who Puck was referring to and nodded in agreement, breathing, "That's kinda awesome."

"No shit," Puck agreed.

Finn however, did not seem impressed, asking, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Shaking her head, Rachel said, "It means you need to find another heroine for your story."

Then she turned and marched over to the chairs, settling primly between Puck and Sam, leaving Finn no choice but to take the empty seat on the other side of the group. Kurt gave Finn's shoulder a consoling pat when the larger boy again asked what Rachel had meant.

While it hadn't been quite as entertaining as Jesse St. James's verbal smack down of Finn, Santana had to give Rachel credit for royally confusing the boy.

Not that it was an overly difficult task, but it was always fun to watch him try to will those brain cells of his into action.

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