Finn looked down at her, narrowing his eyes. "Let me guess," he said, his voice deceptively soft. "You two sing together."
"Finn," Rachel said, reaching for him.
Finn stepped back, not letting her touch him. "Looks like you've got everything you need," he told her. He looked over at the other guy standing in Rachel's living room. "You can have her."
"Finn," Rachel said again, rushing after him as he stalked off.
"Don't touch me, Rachel," he said, throwing open the stairway door so hard that it hit the wall. "I mean it."
"Finn, stop!" Rachel yelled. He kept moving down the stairs. "You haven't called me in two months!" she said, following him.
"I've been in basic fucking training, Rachel!" he yelled over his shoulder.
"You could have called!"
"Yeah?" he said, finally stopping and turning to look at her. "Why? So I could hear your voice and remember how alone I was? So you could hear mine and remember that you had a fucking fiancé? I didn't think you'd need a reminder. It's been two fucking months!"
Rachel flinched as if he'd hit her. "Finn, I've felt so alone…"
Finn snorted, turning. "Yeah, it looks that way."
"Brody is just someone from school," Rachel told him.
"Just don't, Rachel," he told her. "It's done."
"If you would just give me a minute," she said.
Finn stopped, turning around again. "A minute? Rachel, I was going to give you my life!" he shouted hoarsely. "What an idiot, huh?" He walked closer to her, causing her to back up. She'd never seen him so angry. "He your new duet partner, Rach?"
"He's just helped me with a couple of songs…"
Finn nodded. "That's all it takes, though, right?"
Rachel straightened. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Think about it, Rachel," Finn said. "We sang together, you fell for me. You sang with Puck, you fell for him. Same with Jesse, Blaine- hell, even Mr. Schue. And now this clown." Rachel just stared at him, her mouth open. Finn leaned in close. "I thought that we were something special, Rachel," he said. "But I know now that I was wrong. I'm just the only one stupid enough to stick around and put up with your shit."
Rachel slapped him before even realizing what she was doing. Tears ran down her face as she looked into his cold eyes. "How can you say that?"
"How can I say that? You're the one up in your apartment getting ready to fuck some dude you've only known for what…a month? Two?" Finn shook his head. "You made it pretty fucking easy." He pulled his bag strap up on his shoulder. "If I had one woman hit on me in Georgia, I had twenty. But I always just smiled and told them I was engaged." His smile now was brittle. "Guess I won't have to worry about it anymore."
"Finn, I-"
"Goodbye, Rachel," he said, turning again and walking down the steps. This time she didn't follow him. She slowly sank down onto a step, putting her face in her hands and crying. What had she done?