Finn tapped his pencil against his plastic desk within his Chemistry class. Every minute or so he would peer over the shoulder of the junior in front of him in an attempt to get Rachel's attention. Rachel sat two rows in front of him and usually got scolded everyday by for turning around and giving Finn too many flirty waves and winks. Today, however, Finn noticed that she hadn't looked back once and instead kept her head down, vigorously writing in her book.
In fact, now that Finn thought about it, she had been acting that way for a while now; barely talking in Glee Club (which was concerning), walking faster each time Finn tried to catch up to her in the hall, it just didn't make sense. Finn knew Rachel better than anyone else, and this was not her.

"Hey, I need to talk to you." Finn slid into the seat next to Kurt in the crowded cafeteria.
Kurt neatly laid out a napkin on his lap, he had to keep his magnificent outfit clean at all times. "About what?" He smoothed out the napkin with his hands until it was practically pin straight.
Finn bit his lip. "Well, uh, I need some...advice." It felt a bit strange going to Kurt for girl advice. But then again, Kurt probably knew more about girls than actual girls did! And if anyone knew Rachel Berry better than Finn, it was his flamboyant step brother, Kurt.
Kurt immediately beamed with obvious excitement. "Oh my God, you're kidding!" He wiggled with joy. "You have no idea how long I have been waiting for this day to come!"
Finn rolled his eyes. Maybe this wasn't a good idea...
Kurt breathed out. "Sorry, I'm listening. What's it about?" He rested his chin atop his folded hands that were propped up on the lunch table and patiently kept his eyes on Finn.
"Well, it's about Rachel. It's just...I don't know...Have you noticed her acting strangely or anything?" Finn finally managed to ask his step brother.
Kurt squinted his eyes in thought, followed by a shake of his head. "Not that I've noticed. Why? Have you?" He took Finn biting his lips as a yes. "How so?"
"She's just been so distant. Barely talking to me, barely even looking at me. I don't even know when we last kissed." Finn shook his head. Had he done something wrong? He was being so careful to keep Rachel happy, had he accidently messed up without even realizing? Wouldn't be the first time...
Puck plopped down across the table and dropped a styrofoam tray down, causing his greasy slice of pizza to become airborne. "What's this about?" He took a messy bite of his floppy slice.
"Oh nothing," Kurt quickly responded. Finn buried his face in his strong hands. What was he going to do?
"I personally don't see why Blaine hates his brother so much," Sugar twirled her ponytail with her finger. "I want to eat that man's face for breakfast." She giggled.
"Preach." Mercedes pushed the newly-wheelchaired Quinn down the hall. At the same moment, Blaine stepped out of History.
"Blaine," Mercedes smiled her traditional warm smile. "We were just talking about you!"
Blaine cocked his head to the side and smiled. "Aw, really?"
Sugar was quick to shake her head. "No, we were talking about your brother. Your super fine brother." She wasn't going to play it cool, Cooper Anderson was delicious.
The former Warbler leaned against a locker with a heavy sigh. "He is the last thing I want to talk about, guys." He rubbed his temples slowly. Mercedes nodded understandingly.
"You know what," Quinn slapped shut the textbook she was studying. "I have been back for only two days now, but this is probably the 100th time I've heard you whine about Cooper." She pulled back on the left wheel of her chair in order to look at Blaine straight on. "Blaine, I'm in a wheelchair." Her words were slow, similar to a way a mother would speak when trying to teach her child how to talk.
An uncomfortable vibe settled in and Blaine glanced nervously at everyone in the group. "Yeah...I know." He muttered. What an awkward situation for him to be in. Obviously she was in a wheelchair, it was just easier when everyone acted like they didn't notice.
"I was in a life threatening accident, and now I'm in a wheelchair." Quinn went on.
"Quinn," Mercedes gave her a questioning look. Well, everyone was.
"No, my point is: Blaine, here you are moping over a few rude things that your brother has done in the past, but honestly Blaine, it could be a whole lot worse." She was only speaking the truth. Everyone was freaking out over the smallest things when they weren't even the ones sitting in the wheelchair. Well...except for Artie...he's the only exception...
Sugar, Mercedes, and Blaine watched as a confident Quinn rolled down the hall and around the corner, out of sight. Not knowing what exactly to say, the three Glee-clubbers stood in awe, taking in the awkward moment that just took place.
The school day had come to an end at McKinley and the halls were quickly becoming empty. That is, with the exception of the Frankenteen that walked down the hall. Finn had been looking for Rachel all day. This was the longest the two had gone without talking about the wedding, Rachel's outfit, if her bangs were still perfect, and anything at all in general. This was the perfect time for Finn to start panicking.
was just stuffing some sheet music into his bag when a confused Finn entered the choir room.
"Hey Finn, what can I do for ya?"
Finn looked around the perimeter of the room then turned to face his curly-haired teacher. "Have you seen Rachel? I've been looking all over for her."
Will continued to stuff papers into his bag. "Sorry Finn but no. Not since rehearsal yesterday."
"Oh," Finn mumbled as he took a seat on one of the many black stools surrounding the grand piano of the room. "Can I..." He licked his lips. "can i ask you something Mr. Schuester?"
"Of course, Finn." Will took a seat next to Finn. He couldn't help but notice that the boy was at least five feet tall even while sitting. How was it possible that a 18 year old boy was able to be taller than every male teacher in the school? "What's on your mind?"
Finn took a deep breathe. "Well I figure that since you've had so many girls in the past, you probably know a thing or two about them...right?"
"Well I mean, I guess-"
"Great!" Finn chirped. "Because I need to talk to you about Rachel. She's been, I don't know, very distant lately and I can't for the life of me figure out why. I'm more than sure that I didn't do anything wrong..." He thought for a moment. Had he actually done something wrong? He's been really careful not to accidently feed her any sort of meat lately. He's gone along with all of her crazy techniques for NYADA auditions preparation. If anything, he's been an A plus boyfriend, fiance that is.
Will took a deep breath. He might have been able to give Finn helpful advice if it wasn't for the fact that they were talking about Rachel Berry. The biggest most unreadable drama queen of McKinley. It was absolutely impossible to know how she was feeling until BAM...she explodes out of nowhere. But by the helpless look in the tall boy's eyes, Will knew he had to say something. "Well, Finn, why don't you just try talking to her. It might not have anything to do with you at all."
"Yeah, I guess I could swing by her house on the way home. She can't avoid me there, right?"
"Right, now go Finn! I've got a meeting in five." Will waved his hands as if to "shoo" the boy out the door and Finn strided out of the room with a more positive outlook on the situation.

The routine at the Berry house was very precise. First, dinner: Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, dinner was made by Rachel-which was always a new vegan meal. Other days dinner was made by none other than her two fabulous fathers. After dinner, Rachel was off to her room for her intense cleansing schedule. Once Rachel was all done with her hour long facial cleansing routine, she criss-crossed on the floor and began her "musical meditation". It's been her favorite way to clear her mind of stress every since a strawberry smoothie was spilled all over her favorite white sweater in first grade and she needed 5 straight hours of meditation just to stop crying.
Just as the fifth track of her Funny Girl soundtrack was ending, a quiet knock on the door broke her concentration.
"Ugh, come in!" Rachel let out an exasperated sigh. Breaking ones meditation was a big no-no. Her heart skipped a beat or two when Finn slipped through the door, and not because of any excited butterflies.
"Hey, your dad's let me in." Finn took a seat on the edge of Rachel's colorful bed.
Rachel nodded. She made it very clear to her dad's that she would be enormously busy for the remaining hours of the night and wished for no interruptions. Clearly, they need their hearing checked. "So what's up?" She rose from the floor but kept a distance from her boyfriend and sat on the chair of her desk.
"Well, I haven't seen you in a while. I just wanted to see you, Rachel." He tried to cross the room for a hug but Rachel only stiffened in her seat, pretending to smooth out her pajama pants. Finn immediately noticed.
"Okay, what's going on. You avoid me all week, don't call, text, or respond to my tweets. And now you won't even look at me when I'm standing right in front of you." His voice cracked ever so slightly. "Tell me, what did I do wrong, Rachel?" He knelt down so that he was at eye level with his petite girlfriend. "I need to know."
"You didn't do anything wrong, Finn," She looked down at his warm hand lightly resting on her arm. "It's just," and she broke. "It's just Quinn's back now and seeing you, and seeing her everyday, in a wheelchair is just a constant reminder that our wedding is the whole reason why she's practically paralyzed!" Rachel whaled and heavy tears immediately fell down her cheeks. "It's all my fault!" She sobbed. This was a play by play repeat of the night Rachel spent in the hospital the night of the accident, only this time, Kurt was lucky enough to not be around and have his shirt used as a tissue again.
Finn didn't hesitate to pull her in for a surrounding hug. "No, no, no" he repeated over and over again, rubbing her back. "These types of things happen all of the time Rach, and they're nobody's fault." He felt her hot tears seeping through his shirt. He lifted her chin up with his finger and used his thumb to wipe away a tear running down her cheek. "Don't cry, or you'll have to do your face wash all over again." He half smiled.
Rachel looked up at Finn and managed a weak smile. Here he was, holding her and cheering her up, and what had she done for him? Ignored him all week. "I'm so sorry, Finn. For everything. I shouldn't have avoided you all week, being with you is exactly what I needed." She wrapped her arms around his tall frame. "I love you." She mumbled into his chest.
Finn kissed the top of her head. "I love you forever." And they swayed to the next five Barbara Streisand songs that played through Rachel's speakers.

"It's so nice that you and Cooper made up." Kurt sat on the leather sofa of the Anderson's fancy living room.
"It's the closest we've ever been." Blaine beamed as he popped a movie into the Blu Ray player. "Who knew a song was all we needed to get past our problems." He plopped down next to his boyfriend on the sofa.
Kurt placed his hand over Blaine's. "That's awesome. I'm really happy for you, Blaine." He smiled.
"Thanks, but you and I might have to discuss your problem with giving him the once over every time you're here."
Kurt held his hands up in mock defense. "You have the hottest brother in Ohio. Sue me for noticing." He playfully punched Blaine's shoulder, then they both settled in for their once a week movie night date.
Halfway through the movie, Blaine had started to notice constant text messages that Kurt was receiving. Kurt would open them, giggle to himself, then respond and keep checking the screen until finally there was another message. "Wow," He finally said. "You sure are very popular tonight, Kurt."
Kurt looked up from his phone screen. "Huh? Oh. Yeah. Sorry."
"Who is it?" Blaine tried to seem as nonchalant as he could.
"Oh," Kurt was caught off guard. "Um, it's Finn." He smiled.
Blaine laughed. "Oh come on, Kurt. You really expect me to believe that Finn is the one making you laugh like a 10 year old girl? You've been texting since the movie started." He scooted closer on the sofa to try and peek at Kurt's phone. "Just tell me who it is." He was shocked to see his boyfriend snap his phone away.
"It's Finn I swear." Unfortunately for Kurt, his screen was still in Blaine's view when a new message popped up, a message from a contact titled Chandler.
Blaine slowly looked up into Kurt's eyes, his eyebrows furrowed. "Who is Chandler?"
Kurt swallowed. "Just a guy I met at the music store. He helped me pick out a song actually."
"A guy? Kurt," Blaine looked down at his hands, then back up at Kurt. "Are you cheating on me?"
"No, of course not, Blaine!" Kurt was quick to respond. This he was not lying about. "I would never cheat on you. It's not like that with Chandler, I swear. He's just a nice guy." He was trying his best to play it cool.
Blaine licked his lips. "I think maybe you should go now. We can finish the movie another time." He got up from the couch and started up towards the staircase. "You know the way out."
Kurt's jaw dropped. "But Blaine!" No use. Blaine was already upstairs with his bedroom door slammed behind him.