This is my first ever fanfic, and it'll probably suck, but Im a HUGE Finchel fan, and this idea has been swirling around in my head ever since The Power of Madonna. Spoilers up to HOME. This is set some time after the locker convo between Finn and Jesse. (Finn POV)

It made him sick to his stomach every time he looked at him. Jesse Saint James. What kind of douche had three names? It was just so….douche-y. (He really needed to work on his vocabulary if he had any chance with Rach…)

Rachel. She'd been the only thing he could think about since….well he didn't even know when. She seemed happy with him, though. Then again, she was an amazing actress, she could tell him that eating sprinkles cured cancer, and he would believe her. Of course he was a bit biased, you know, since he was in l-, since he liked her…a lot. Yeah, he really liked her.

Anyway, he hated that she was with him. She deserved so much better than that slimy creep. Just looking at him, Finn knew he wasn't good for her. Sure, he acted a ton like her, he was obsessed with musicals, being a Broadway star, using really big words, and….NO. They had stuff in common, but there was no way she felt the same way towards Jesse that she did towards him. She and Finn had something. They were special, she was special. She deserved the best, and Jesse was not the best. Not that Finn was perfect himself. He sucked at math…and science…and history…and dancing, and Jesse got straight As, was an awesome dancer, was loaded….not that Rachel would care about that. She was too good for that. But anyways, Jesse, …Jesse was just bad. He just knew it. And he would treat her like a freaking goddess or something if she would just let him.

But he screwed up. She was with him. All he could hope for was that maybe, just maybe, she would realize who she should be with. Him. Finn. The one who stands up for her when guys say shit about her in the locker room. Like the other day…

He was getting dressed after basketball. He still wasn't on his game, but he was, like, the tallest kid in school (except for that kid who got caught on some conveyor belt on the 5th grade field trip, it like pulled him so hard it messed up his spine or something) so Coach Tanaka wouldn't kick him off, even if he cared enough. Anyways, he was getting dressed when he heard Ezemiel talking to one of the other guys

"Man we should do, like, a greatest hits thing on that Berry chick. I'm thinking every flavor mixed into one giant gulp."

"Dude, I know, shes in my history class, and we were like, learning about how Columbus came to America in 1942 and she like, starting talking about how Columbus liked music and even Ms. Hoffmeyer couldn't wait for class to end so she would shut up"

"HEY!" Finn yelled, turning to face the two, "Why don't you just shut the hell up? OK, Rachel's really smart, and maybe if you listened to her, you'd know that Columbus came to America in 1492, not 1942 dumbass!" Woah…hanging out with Rach really had taught him something….he slammed his locker and walked out.

Would Jesse have done that? Maybe…but still.

It didn't matter though….she didn't want him. Not like that. He lo- liked her enough that, he just wanted to be near her, even if it broke his heart to just be friends. He decided he was going to be the best damn friend-who-wants-more ever. He wouldn't let Rach down this time.

-------------------------------Monday at School----------------------------------------------

Finn walked into school early, something he had been doing ever since he broke up with Quinn. He thought maybe that short brunette with her wavy hair and cute knee-socks had something to do with it.

That's when he saw him. Jesse Saint James. Finn fought the urge to punch him in the face. FOCUS HUDSON! He yelled in his mind.

"Jesse," Finn said, trying to sound intimidating and scary, "We need to talk."

"Is it about your dancing skills, because, if so, I completely agree, your timing is off, you have no rhythm, and you have all the grace of a buffalo with three legs, not to mention that your singing is just mediocre."

"What? NO. Not about that. Its about Rachel."

"Rachel. My girlfriend. The one you said you'd stay away from. Yeah, good job with that, I saw you attempting to sit next to her in your little chemistry class. I'm beginning to think you need a dictionary so that you know exactly what 'away' means"

Finn stared at him. How was it that this guy could act so much like Rachel, but the things he thought were so adorable when she did them, made him want to strangle this guy? Every word he said just made him angrier and angrier. But that was because what he said was kinda true. He had been trying to get closer to Rach in chem class, but it was only because it was the first time in, like, a week that Rachel hadn't had Jesse hovering over her, which had made it impossible for him to say anything but "Hi" to her. It definitely wasn't because she was just so cute, or that she smelled like apples and Christmas trees…ok, maybe that had something to do with it… but Jesse didn't need to know about that. If he did, he'd probably just hover more, which would mean even less time with Rach. That he definitely couldn't handle.

"Look. I just wanted to say don't hurt her. Rach is special. She's awesome, she's gonna make it. Don't screw anything up for her. You do, and I swear I will hurt you. I'll make it so you never walk again. Better yet, I'll make it so that you can never sing again, and since you have zero other things people actually like about you, you'll be done!" Finn was practically yelling now. "Rachel deserves the best, and its not you, and I'm gonna make sure she knows it. Shes so amazing and awesome that she deserves whatever she wants, right now that's you. But, if you so much as step one toe out of line, I'll will swoop in and be the one there for her. I won't even hesitate. One mistake, St. James, and I will steal her away from you. Treat her like the star she is, because you're the luckiest guy on earth to have her."

With that, Finn walked down the hall, leaving the now speech-less senior boy in shock. In fact, Finn was so focused on getting out of there before he started crying like a little girl that he didn't even notice the petite brunette hiding behind a corner on the other side of the hallway, tears also in her eyes, having heard everything he had said. Half-wishing he said it to her, half-wishing she hadn't heard anything at all.

a/n: Please review! Especially since this is my first ever fic, I really want to know what you think! Even if it is just "333" or "This sucks"!!! I planned this as a oneshot but if I get enough feedback I'll write more.