Hey Guys! I'm back again! :) I have decided to write a fanfiction based on the Fuinn rumors (I know, I don't like it either), but this fanfiction isn't about them. It is indeed a Finchel fic (my favourite kind) I realized as I was reading it over that the ending seems a bit rushed, so I apologize for that. If anybody has any ideas for other stories I could write, please let me know. I dunno, I guess maybe you could message me or send me an email at blogbookworm at g mail. com (there's actually no spaces but FanFiction won't let me write it properly, as well as it's the "at" symbol, not the word at). Enjoy, and please, if you have time, review. :)

He approaches in the hallway after weeks of silence, and her face lights up, because she thinks that he's finally forgiven her.

Nothing could have prepared her for what he says.

"I, uh…I just thought you should know something, and I didn't want you to hear it from somebody else, so, uh…" He clears his throat awkwardly. "Me and Quinn, well, we're kinda an item again."

"Oh."

She doesn't even bother to disguise the hurt in her voice, and he notices it.

"Are…are you mad at me?"

She sighs. "No, I'm not angry, Finn. I have no say in who you date. I'm just a bit shocked that you're dating Quinn again." Then something occurs to her. "What about Sam?"

He looks down at the floor, confirming her suspicions. "That's Quinn's problem."

She snorts. "Oh, so cheating's okay as long as you're not the one being cheated on. I see how it is."

His head snaps up. "I knew it! You are angry."

"No, I'm not," she insists, and with his eyes he silently accuses her of lying. She sighs, defeated.

"I'm not angry, Finn. I'm hurt. Quinn slept with your best friend, got pregnant, and lied to you about it for months. I kissed him and told you about it right away, but you can forgive her and not me?"

His eyes blaze with fury. "What you did was really bad, Rachel."

"And what she did wasn't?" she challenges him.

He has no response to that. They glare at each other, the silence painfully obvious. He's the one to break it. "At least she didn't mean to hurt me," he says softly. "Not like you. You did what you did on purpose, with every intention of making me suffer. You wanted me to be hurt."

Before his last sentence is done she's shaking her head. "That's where you're wrong." She takes a deep breath, knowing that this time, he won't interrupt her when she explains. "I'll admit, in the beginning, I was hurt. You had lied to me for months about something that you knew was important to me. I had trusted you, and when you let me down, it crushed me. And in the beginning, I did want to make you feel as bad as you had made me feel. But what it really comes down to, Finn, is that when I needed you the most, you weren't there. And Noah was." She shoulders her dance bag. "Go and ask Quinn why she did what she did. You might find that our reasons aren't as different as you think." She gives him a sad half smile, and steps a bit closer. Close enough that she can reach out and touch his cheek. His eyes close at the contact and she whispers, "I haven't given up on us yet, Finn. And I never will."

Then she walks away. And she knows that someday, they'll find their way back to each other. After all, they don't call them happy middles.

They call them happy endings.