I really want to thank Kasia, who translated this thing for me. I know I'll never thank you enough.

This is story in two parts. And it's pretty angsty.

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He hung up a towel and closed his locker. He loved this silence, just after the winning game. Only two more left and the State Championship will be theirs. Again. He smiled, imagining what is going to happen now. He was waiting for this party for a couple of weeks, and so was the whole team. As always, Puck will draft a half of campus into a fraternity house, four or five cheerleader teams and a wagon of kegs of beer. But they absolutely deserved it. He flung his bag on the shoulder and brought his cellphone out of the pocket. Knowing what he is going to find there, he couldn't resist the feeling it is something bad.

'I've been watching! I'm so proud of you, guys! R.'

Guys? Really? Ugh, this whole situation is more and more absurd. Since two years, they were pretending to be friends, and that they had broken up "because it will be better for their future". He wasn't expecting them to be together, they were exactly 534 miles apart. It is a whole state! But this, what was happening now, was probably even worse than parting in hatred. He felt totally blocked.

'Just two more games left! Hope you got your role, F.'

Christ! What a duplicity! They were stuck in this 'thing' and no one wanted to let the other one out.

He sighed and directed his steps to the parking area. He had to be home before the ecstatic crowd would not let him breathe. While driving a car, he was overtaking cars decorated with the club's colours and people running with the university flags. He loved this feeling of fulfilment and pride that it was him and his team mates who made this chaos today.

He got off the car and quickly went to the flat, wishing for a hot and soothing shower. Heading his steps to the bathroom, he tripped over feminine heels. Sharing a flat with Puck has one, and the only one, advantage – he was always gone, but when he occasionally appeared, he always sit in his bedroom, like at this moment.

The water was supposed to wash down all the thoughts about Rachel, about the past, the things he sacrificed, but nothing like that happened. Quite the opposite – it made him feel worse. He leaned his head against the wall and let the water flow on his body. Recently, he was in a funk and the bad feeling has been escalated every time Rachel met a new guy. He himself never had a problem with girls or sleeping with them. He knew women were into him and never hesitate to jump at an occasion. But he couldn't be involved for more than a couple of nights. He tried his best not to treat girls like things and, in contradistinction to Puck, he knew their names and really liked them as well. But still, it was Rachel who occupied his attention all the time. Seeing her on Christmas and during holiday didn't make things better. He tried as he couldn't to stay with her alone. It was all perfect, until the last holiday when he came back to Lima. She did, too. And what happened? They lunged at each other like horny teenagers. Two years of trying to build their lives from the beginning came to grief during one night. Actually, three. Paranoia!

He punched the wall and automatically regretted it. He was proud he and Puck had got scholarships, but it was nail in his coffin. Rachel moved to New York with Kurt, she was making her dreams come true, and he was making his – winning another games as a quarterback in OSU. Why the hell couldn't they move on? The worst thing was that she was everywhere. Every time he spoke to Kurt, he was trying to address topic on Rachel. And, what he deduced, she was not doing well at all. Yes, she had been dating someone, even for a long time, but they broke up. "For some unknown reason" as Kurt said. Bullshit! They broke up because Rachel didn't see anything wrong in jumping to his bed every now and then. Or doing it on a kitchen table. Or in a shower. And when he was leaving, what did she tell him? "I'm gland we can still be friends." Christ! He wasn't expecting a big coming back, he wasn't THAT naïve, but somewhere inside him there was a smouldering hope that maybe this time they would cut loose. Bullshit again!

He jumped out of the shower and looked in the mirror. He didn't want to shave. All he needed now was something that would distract his attention, and hands, and would let him escape from the bloody ghosts, which appeared every time he was starting to be happy. He dressed quickly and was going to ask Puck, if he should wait for him at the party, but, hearing the noise behind the wall, he just smiled and went out. His friend knew the whole story, actually both his and Rachel's version. Unfortunately, in his opinion, the best cure for everything was sex and alcohol. In the long run, it was like chasing his own tail.

From afar, he heard the sounds of the party in the fraternity house. It made a positive impact on his mood. Finally, he was there. When suddenly he heard

'Finn, are you busy tonight?'

Hearing the familiar voice, he turned around and felt a huge smile appearing on his face. Kayla. This was an exact distraction he needed the most.