A/N: OH HAAAY! Long time, no write- RIGHT? (LOLOLOL) You wanna know whhhy? Because I've been busy collab'n with the marvellous Quincer on, "Let's Get These Teen Hearts Beating Faster"! Seriously, check it out. It's FR. Bitches LOVE FR.

But let's talk about this story. Like I did last year, I got bored waiting for Sectionals 2.0, so I wrote about it! Rumour has it Rachel finds out... Angst is supposed to happen! And GOD DAMN, if I don't love me some angst... There's supposed to be a second chapter, but who knows! Maybe if I get enough encouragement, (*cough*REVIEWS*cough*) I'll be more eager to add that second chapter!

Just sayin...

The title comes from Linkin Park's song (you guessed it!) "Easier to Run"! Check it out. You might get why I picked it for mah title.

Disclaimer: Iz not mine. Y'all know RM (and Ian. And Brad.) is the glorious bastard who created these munchkins... And Chester Bennington is responsable for the title. But I bet you knew that too!

Easier to Run

Finn was sitting up on his bed, tossing a football up and down in the air. He was in a great mood. He and Rachel were just about to go out for their seven month anniversary; they were going to go bowling for the first time since they started dating. He would finally be able to teach his girlfriend how to throw a bowling ball properly, to have celebratory kisses with her in a public area without feeling like a complete jerk like he had last year.

They've been planning to go bowling for a while now, but with everything that had been happening with the Glee club those past few weeks, they've been a little distracted.

Finn nearly dropped the football as his thoughts turned to Kurt. Everything was falling apart in Glee since Kurt left. Everyone was questioning their togetherness, not knowing which way was right. It was very hard to believe they could be winners when everyone felt so alone.

Thank God he had Rachel. He didn't know what he would do if that started falling apart, too. But she had just told him she was in love with him. They promised they would never break-up.

Everything was perfect, except for one thing: Santana.

Santana had been acting so odd since the wedding; really handsy, paying more attention to all the boys in Glee; especially Finn. He was sure Rachel had noticed.

He knew she would never admit it out loud, but seeing him speak with those other girls must have made her uncomfortable; especially with a girl like Santana. He wondered if Rachel sensed something between the two- Nothing sexual or unresolved- just the kind of tension that a lie creates between the people involved.

Every time he looked at Santana, all he could see was the hurt on Rachel's face if she ever found out. He grunted and threw his foot ball against the wall. Why was he so stupid? Why did he listen to Santana? She was the devil. Sure, she was right, it would make Rachel jealous, knowing what he had done, but he didn't want that- not anymore. He never wanted to hurt her.

He rubbed his face and got ready for his shower. He reminded himself that he was supposed to be in a good mood, not sulking alone in his room over something that happened almost a year ago.

Finn shut the bathroom door shut a little harder than he needed to. Rachel will be over soon, that was something to look forward to, right?

So why did he feel so awful?

When he stumbled out of the bathroom twenty minutes later, he was shocked to find Rachel sitting in contemplation on his tiny, unmade bed.

He looked up and thanked Cheesus that he had changed in the bathroom. Things could have gotten really awkward really fast if he walked to his bedroom naked like he used to before the Hummels moved in.

"Hey!" He said trying, and failing, to mask his surprise, "You're early!"

She seemed- off. Quieter than usual and very still on his bed, "You didn't come to Glee tonight."

"Yeah," Finn said, her cold greeting making him uncomfortable, "Coach Beiste had a team meeting after school and I didn't have time for that and Glee."

"Artie and Sam made it to Glee."

"Yeah, but we have our date tonight! I needed time to get ready first!" He said throwing his towel and dirty clothes into a hamper, then joining Rachel on his bed.

She still wasn't looking at him. Something must have been wrong. Had something happened to her? Before he could ask, she was talking again.

"It doesn't matter," she finally said with a sad smile, "Everyone was acting weird at Glee club today. Santana said something- But it's crazy right? You never would have- unless... Oh, God." she said, face collapsing into her hands. She made some strange, unfamiliar squeaking sound.

Oh, shit, Finn thought. This was not good. He looked away from her and felt as though his bed would fall through the floor. The whole world spun and Finn couldn't speak.

"It is true, isn't it?" She asked with disbelief.

"Please don't make me say it..."

Rachel half-scoffed, half-sobbed, "I think you're going to have to!"

"Rachel, come on. Don't be like that! I was a mess last year when you were with that Jesse jerk! I wanted to be with you so badly-"

She interrupted him with a audible sob, "So you just jumped in bed with the next best thing?"

"Well Rachel, up until a couple of days ago, I thought you had done the same thing!"

"Oh, so that makes it all better?" She spat.

"That's not my point!"

"Then please, tell me Finn, what was the point? What about always being honest with each other?" It was becoming difficult to understand her over her sobs. The tears ran like rivers down her face.

Finn tried to swallow over the bolder in his throat, but it felt like he was choking.

Dammit, she was never supposed to know about this. Especially not from Santana. Why was he so stupid? Why didn't he just tell her in the first place? He could swear he could taste bile.

She went on, tearing his heart apart with every word, "Tell me Finn, what if you knew you could have gotten away with it? Would you have gone on lying to me for the rest of our lives? Because, honestly, I feel like I don't even know you anymore!"

"Rachel, I wouldn't have done that to you!"

"Oh, but when I was being honest and open with you last week about my virginity, It didn't occur to you that maybe you could be honest about yours, too?"

Finn rubbed at his face with self-loathing. He hated what she was doing to him, he had never felt so worthless in his life, but what was worse? What this was doing to her.

Up until a few seconds ago, she was wearing a hole in his floor from pacing so much. Now she had stopped in front of him and she just stared down him expectantly; begging, pleading for him to undo it.

"Rachel, I didn't want to lose you," he mumbled shamefully in response.

Rachel's expression turned from pained to infuriated, "So you just lied to me instead? Great idea, Finn. You must have really thought that one through!" She spat, making for his bedroom door.

"Rachel wait!" He cried, bolting from his bed and pushing the door closed as she pulled it open slightly, "Just- wait."

She held onto the door knob and shook silently with tears. Finn shuffled towards her and rested his head on her trembling shoulder, she hadn't turned to face him.

Maybe it was better that he couldn't see her, he thought. He didn't know if he could see her like this. He closed his eyes and just let the tears burn under his eyelids; he deserved it, "Just don't leave it like this."

Rachel made a choking sob and turned very slowly to face him. He lifted his hand and stroked her cheek with his thumb, "Don't." He begged.

She relinquished to his familiar touch, but only for a moment before pulling his hand away from her, almost too gently, "Jesus Christ, Finn. Santana?" She whimpered, voice breaking over trembling lips.

He squeezed his eyes shut and prayed she didn't see the rogue tear that rolled down his cheek.

"I have to go."

"Rachel-"

"Please, Finn!" She actually shouted, "Just let me go!" Her tone softened to a plea, "Just for now, let me go."

His eyes shot opened in disbelief. Why did she say that? Why did it sound so final? She promised- she told him she would never break up with him. Did she lie? Was she really ready to end it over this?

He took a step back, completely numb, mouth hung open, unable to understand what had just happened.

He didn't know how long he stood there, he wasn't even sure he heard her leave.

But she left him there, in his room, all alone. Could he even remember where his own bed was? He stumbled backwards, until his the back of his heel bumped into something cold, heavy and round, half sticking out from under his bed.

Why the fuck did he have a bowling ball in his room? Bitch move, universe. Where the hell did it come from? What was even the the point?

What was the point? She had asked him. He wished he knew, God, he wished he knew.

He kicked the bowling ball in a blind rage but didn't even feel the pain until he had collapsed on his bed sobbing like a child.

He pulled his pillow over his head, wishing this would all go away. Wishing he was at that bowling alley. Wishing she was with him.

He sent her fourteen sad, pathetic, desperate messages that night and only got one message in response: "Not now Finn."

That was the end of it, he conceded to sleep. Maybe tomorrow it would be better.

Maybe it won't, something cruel and truthful reminded him.

At least he would see her; that made everything a little better.

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