Finn honestly didn't know what he was thinking. Somehow he found himself on a plane back to New York City, walking into a dance studio in NYADA where he hasn't been since he ditched in the middle of the night two months ago. But Grease is over—it was good, not great; they should have done Hair Spray like Blaine suggested—and Burt said he should take some time off from the body shop so Finn really had nothing better to do than to pick his sorry ass up and do something about this drab-y life he found himself in.

When Finn tracked down Studio B and opened the door, he saw a woman playing piano in the middle of the dance floor. Finn never understood why Puck found older women so attractive, but Cassandra July was they exception. Rachel had described her as scary, evil; Finn thought she was actually kind of pretty. She reminded him of an older mix between Quinn and Brittany. Which is really why he's here; Quinn, not Brit, though he loved seeing her these past two months.

The truth is, Rachel isn't the only one who cheated; well, Finn didn't really cheat, but he almost did. Instead of going straight to New York those couple months ago, he hopped on a train to New Haven. He felt that since it was on the way, Finn could visit Quinn for a bit. His stomach had been fluttering the whole way there—which he didn't want to figure out why back then but now knows the reason was painfully obvious—and words couldn't describe the feeling he got when she opened the door to her apartment, saw him standing there and laughed that beautiful laugh before throwing herself in his arms. Finn knew right then and there that he was in trouble; again.

The piano stopped being played and pulled Finn out of his memory. When he looked up, Cassandra had turned around on the piano bench and glared up at him. Her hazel eyes were intense, especially with that shadowy makeup. Finn sucked in his breath when she cocked her head to the side. It was a trait he knows from someone else. "Who are you?"

Finn remained awkwardly in the doorway, shifting from one foot to the other with his fists by his sides. His red and blue plaid button up was undone, showing off his tinted blue t-shirt. He was his average self, though Cassandra didn't know that. "My name's Finn."

As soon as he said his name, Finn felt like Cassandra owned him. Like he was now in her world and she could do whatever she wanted; it wasn't necessarily a displeasing feeling but Finn would rather him be in control of this. Cassandra stood up, showing off her toned legs underneath the black tights; her height almost matched his with her high heels, but Finn could tell that she was tall without them. With one hand on her hip, Cassandra walked closer to him, making Finn uneasy. "What are you doing in my studio, Finn?"

When Cassandra stopped halfway between the piano and doorway, Finn felt trapped. He took a step forward and rubbed his shoulder nervously. "I uh, I came here a while back with my girlfriend…well, now ex-girlfriend, and uh…" Finn's doesn't know what he's supposed to say, or how to say it. He tried rehearsing it to himself on the plane ride but it all seemed so foolish in his head.

"You're Rachel's boy, aren't you?" the dance teacher interrupted him. Finn was thankful for that. With a shrug, Finn bit into the inside of his cheek. Rachel was still a touchy subject for him; he did still love her, wasn't sure if he was in love with her though, and cared about what she thought of him. That's why he didn't tell her he came back to New York yet, or why he was here. She'd be hurt either way and obviously he hadn't learned his lesson hiding from her the first time. But, they were broken up; Finn shouldn't have to tell her if he decides to come to the city or not. Kurt, however, already knows and agreed to keep it from Rachel until he figures something out.

"I guess."
"You two broke up?" There was a gleam in her eye; like she was happy about this. Finn's heart twisted at her pleasure. Did she really hate Rachel that much that she wanted her to be alone? Did she not notice a change in Rachel these past two months? Maybe Rachel didn't show a change; maybe she doesn't care. 'No, she has to care. Right? She cares. I know she does…I hope. Kind of,' Finn closed his eyes to shut out his thoughts.

"Yeah." When Finn opened his eyes, Cassandra was looking him up and down with her arms crossed over her chest. She was examining him, questioning him. Did he not look like someone Rachel would be with? Or did Cassandra think Finn was attractive? Finn wasn't sure which one it was, or if it was any of that, but he squared his shoulders anyways.

Cassandra smirked a little and started to walk to her right. Finn thought she would start circling him like pray. She made him uneasy; but then again, a lot of people do when they put their attention on him. "Huh," she clicked her tongue before cocking her head to the side again. Her blond curls fell off her shoulder and down to above her elbow. "And you're here why?"

Finn huffed, "Look, all I know is that I've been told by countless people that I have zero sex appeal and my brother Kurt told me that you're the best dancer he knows, besides Mike…" Finn started rambling, but didn't notice. Cassandra lifted an eyebrow with amusement, "…and my old girlfriend is all sophisticated now and is dating this douche bag of a guy…" Finn ran a hand through his hair with frustration, balling his fists up against his temples, "…and I want her back but I can't do that if I'm…me,"

Finn threw his hands down and opened his eyes; he hadn't realized he closed them, but that's what he does when he gets frustrated. His aggravation died down as he breathing began to calm too. "So will you please just…help me?"

Cassandra was watching him with her lips pierced and her eyebrows in the air. She must think he's a total freak; he feels like one. He sounded so hopeless, so small. He felt like he had freshman year, when Puck told him that Quinn was way out of his league and that she'd never go out with such a dork like him. He felt like when Cooter told him he wasn't good enough to play college football or football at all. He felt like when the army told him that there was no way he could stay with them after accidently shooting himself in the thigh; that hurt like crazy, by the way.

Cassandra noticed all this and felt sorry for him. From what he just told her, or really told himself with her in the room, Finn's trying. He's really trying but he just can't get there by himself. He feels lost; Cassandra knows that feeling. "Come here. Let me get a look at you,"

Finn was shocked; was she considering helping him? With hope, Finn walked further into the room and stopped when Cassandra started to circle him. This time, he did feel like pray. He tried to keep his head up and not look at her when she scanned his body. "Tall, small muscles but not too lanky…the clothes, gotta go." Finn's shoulder's dropped.

"What? Why?"
Cassandra sighed and stopped in front of him. She popped her hip out and crossed her arms over her leotard. "Let me guess, stripes and plaid is your thing and you've owned the same shirts since freshman year."

Finn's eyes widened, "Yeah, how did you…" Cassandra flicked some of her hair away from her eyes and stood up tall to meet his eye.

"I'll help you out, kid," A smile started to spread on Finn's face, but her sly smirk stopped him from saying anything. "But you gotta do something for me," At this point, Finn would do anything, so he nodded. "I'm short on guys in my dance class. You look like you could help with lifts and you're actually pretty attractive even though you can't carry yourself off well."

Finn let out a nervous laugh. He waved his hands in front of him while taking a step back. "Oh, no. That's not a very good idea; I have two left feet, I can't dance for my life."

Cassandra scuffed, "See, that's your problem. You have zero self-confidence, Finn," the boy frowned, making Cassandra take a notch off her attitude. Her voice was softer now, kinder; it made Finn feel better about this. "If you take notice in how you look and who you are than others will too. The dancing will help with your sex-appeal, added with the extra workout; and with a new wardrobe you'll be prying girls off you from left to right."

Finn ran a hand through his hair, "I don't want all the girls…just one girl." Cassandra grinned, reminding Finn of a dangerous cat or something.

"Well then let's get her, tiger. You in?" Her eyes were focused, determined. She was really going to help him. Finn smiled.

"…yeah. Yeah, I'm in."
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A/N: I just think that Cassandra is too awesome not to be put into one of my stories, and this idea came to me randomly after watching the promo for this week's episode; which, I DIED because of! I SO called Brody/Cassandra! I've loved them since 4.01 and will forever! Brody will be in this story, whether it's just as a mention or not, but he'll be there.

This is going to be Fuinn, as a warning. With little snippets of Finchel, Brochel and some Finn/Cassandra moments here and there. And of course, there will be Brody/Cassandra. Oh, also Quinn/OC though he'll never show up for real and my other two favorite boys will show up along with the pairings I love them with OH SO MUCH! Whoever can guess gets a week old Halloween candy!

Let me know what you guys think! Next chapter will be up…um, like in an hour :)