A/N: So, an avid reader of Fanfiction, here I am, beginning my very fist Glee Fic. Please be kind. It'll get better, I promise. I'm still getting used to it. I didn't have a BETA reader, so the mistakes are my own. The chapters will have Finn's POV intertwined with 3rd person POV. Enjoy!

"HUDSON, GET IN HERE!" She yelled, and I knew I was in deep. The Beiste has been up my butt since I won the championship game. She wants to keep me as starting quarterback, but I'm kind of failing a class. Well, kind of is an understatement. I'm totally failing Algebra II. "Do you want to be on this team?" she yells, again. I wonder if she has any other volumes. I've only heard loud, louder, and you're-really-gonna-get-it. Right now? It was the third one.

She goes on lecturing me about how I need to get at least a C average to pass and how I have so much potential. Blah, blah, blah. Math just isn't my thing, y'know? There's like lines and letters and symbols… it's not a good time. If only I could pass without actually doing work, y'know? That'd be a good time.

The Beiste keeps on talking, and now she's pacing around her office, and suddenly I hear her stop. I zone back into the conversation, because maybe this means I'm free to go. The bell rings and I grab my bag and swing it across my shoulder. As I'm crossing the threshold, she utters the words I was dreading to hear.

"I'm dead serious, Hudson. I already have your replacement. Sam's shoulder is getting better every day."

Now, that's not a good time.

Finn had waited all day for 4:00pm. He had received a text from Rachel, his best friend, earlier in the day to "please be in the auditorium at 4pm sharp! xo". He was almost 100% sure that she was finally going to proclaim her love to him in song, just how he likes it. He loves when she sings. They were destined to be the power couple of New Directions. And, no matter how many times they tried to make something happen, something else got in the way. Quinn. Puckerman. Santana. They'd been close friends. That's all. Just friends. Finn liked it. Rachel did, too. But, Finn knew something special was going to happen today.

He got to the auditorium to find Rachel at the piano, sitting next to another boy, giggling. Finn arched his eyebrow. "Uh, hello?"

"Finny! Hi! You're here! I have someone I want you to meet." Rachel says, running over to Finn. The boy stood up from the piano.

He extended his hand with caution, as if this guy in front of him, who was sitting a little too close to the apple of his eye, had some kind of weird contagious disease.

He shook his hand and Rachel beamed. "Hi, I'm Jesse. St. James. You might have seen me at the Invitational-" Firm shake.

"No, no I've never seen you before." Finn said sternly, cutting him off. "I'm Finn." Rachel shot him a look that couldn't necessarily kill, but it could definitely hurt. Finn cleared his throat.

Jesse looked around.

It was pretty awkward.

You could tell Rachel was searching for common conversation topics, but it was Jesse who broke the silence.

"Oh! Rachel! I just remembered, about the, uh, thing I told you about."

"What thing?"

"I have to go! I'll call you, okay?" he leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "It was nice meeting you," he said, referring to Finn. Finn nodded with an arched eyebrow and watched him hop off the stage and basically run towards the rear exits. Finn, feeling proud of how afraid Jesse looked at him, stood a little taller and smiled.

Rachel turned to him and punched his arm. "What the hell was that all about, Finn? That was rude."

"What! I didn't say anything!"

"If looks could kill…" She said, angrily.

"Rachel, I think you're overreacting. Who is he, anyways?" He figured he should just cool off.

"Well, he's Jesse. Super talented. And, well… WE'RE DATING." She yelped, excited. Finn was confused.

"Wait, what? Since when? How long have you known him for?" Finn asked, and Rachel explained, but he wasn't realy listening. Who was this guy? Coming into his life, taking his girl. Well, technically, best friend but… maybe it was time to move on. Maybe there really was no hope for Finchel.

"So…" Rachel took Finn hands. Now he kind of wishes he had listened. "Do you have anything to say? I mean… I just think that you and I… we had our chance, y'know? Maybe it's time to move on to other people."

"What chance? We've never been more available than we've been now and you're just—you're taking that away!"

"Finn, you're my best friend. And you have to understand how incredibly rare it is that I found someone who is both incredibly handsome and can keep up with my vocally… You're my number one guy, Finny. But, I really want to try this out with Jesse. I just hope we can still be best friends. I don't want to lose you or anything. We're stronger than that."

One look into her big brown eyes and he knew, he didn't want to lose her either. He'd rather be her friend than not be anything at all. Frankly, he had other things to deal with, things like passing math.

She batted her eyelashes, "C'mon, how could you say no to me?" and giggled.

Finn stood up and wrapped her in his arms. "Maybe you're right…" He pulled away. "Besties?"

Rachel snorted at how a word as frilly as "bestie" comes out of Finn, so tall and bulky. She hugged him tight, and squeezed him. Taking in his scent and thinking about being with Jesse. Would things feel this right with him? She pulled away, forcing Jesse into her mind. Jesse, the boy with the sweet smile and amazing vocals. The amazing performer with a sparkle in his eye. The same sparkle she had. The hunger for stardom. She liked Jesse so much. "Thanks, Finn," she said, and shot him one of her many smiles. She liked to call this one the 'thankful' smile. "I have to go… I have a chemistry exam tomorrow."

"Oh, so… that was it? You wanted me to meet Jesse? That's why you texted me to come?"

"I had to see if my best friend approved of my new boyfriend," she said, grabbing her bags, a giddy look in her eye. I'll see you tomorrow."

Boyfriend. The word stung a little. "Sounds good. I'd walk you out but uh, I have to get some books from my locker."

"Books? You can read?"

"Ha-ha, very funny. The Beiste told me I needed to pass Algebra 2 to stay on the team, so…"

"Hmm. Well, if you need any help, just let me know. Bye!" and she skipped off. Finn stared her. She stopped midway to look at her phone and laughed, "Jesse's waiting outside for me. He's been waiting since he left. You must've really scared him," and she was on her way.

Finn smiled at the thought of him scaring someone. What a wuss. Then he wiped the smile off his face when he realized that he was the one missing out.

I slammed my locker door shut. I'm enraged (Rachel taught me that word) that Rachel is with some other dude. She should be with me. We're the ones who should be the power couple. He walks down the empty hallway and past Mr. Schue's office.

"Hey, Finn!" Mr. Schue called out.

I turned. Mr. Schue was awesome and all, but the last thing he wanted to hear about was Glee."

"Coach Beiste told me you were looking for a tutor…" Um, no I wasn't. "I think I found you one! Just come to my office tomorrow after school and we'll set things up. I think you'll really like her."

"Uh—yeah, sure. Thanks, Mr. Schue."

Her? Math tutors come in female? Chicks do math? I swore it was going to be, like, JewFro or something. Great, it's probably a girl version of JewFro.

Something good better come out of this day.