A/N: Thanks for all the favorites, story alerts, and reviews y'all :) I'm really excited about this story, so therefore, I've already written the first four chapters or so and I decided I'd go ahead and post Chapter 2.

I forgot to mention, Rachel is very OOC in this. Since I'm assuming Rachel wouldn't cuss a lot and since her outfits are going to be somewhat different, but also similar to current Rachel. Also, Rachel doesn't realize how good her singing talent is, so, that's definitely OOC.

Also, Finn is somewhat OOC, as he's in freaking calculus, and we all know that Finn probably wouldn't really be in calc. ANYWAY…

I'm glad you all are enjoying this so far. I might have Chapter 3 up by Tuesday, it just depends on how busy I am then.

Thank you so much for all the support and for reading!

"Hudson, where are we going?" she questioned him, looking at the empty hallways.

It was a Friday afternoon and absolutely no one was left in school after class had let out.

Finn opened the doors to the auditorium.

There, on the stage, stood a microphone.

"Wh-what are we doing?" Rachel asked, looking at the microphone nervously.

"Sing for me, Rachel," he said softly.

"I can't. I don't sing… I mean, I do sing… but… I can't," she said, trying to formulate a good reason for her not to sing in front of this strange boy.

"Please?" he asked, turning towards her and smiling crookedly.

Damn. If he does that too much then I'm going to have problems resisting anything he says.

"Fine, damn it," she sighed, setting her book bag down as Finn sat down in the middle of the auditorium and she took the stage.

What am I supposed to sing?

As if he was reading her mind, he said, "Just sing," he smiled at her again.

She glared at him mentally for using the smile again.

She started singing Jar of Hearts.

No, I can't take one more step towards you
'Cause all that's waiting is regret
Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the most

I learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?

I hear you're asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms

I've learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?

Dear, It took so long just to feel all right
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
'Cause you broke all your promises
And now you're back
You don't get to get me back

And who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Don't come back at all

And who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don't come back for me
Don't come back at all

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

As she sang the last note, Finn was on his feet, applauding her performance.

"Oh stop it, Hudson, I'm not that good and I know it," she said, running off the stage and towards the auditorium doors.

Finn grabbed her backpack and followed her, stopping her and forcing her gently against a locker.

"Move the fuck out of my way," she huffed, not looking at him.

"Who told you you're not good, Rachel?" he asked her, taking her chin and forcing her to look at him.

Damn, he's tall…

"My mother always tells me I'll never be good enough, how I'll never make it on Broadway because I don't care enough and how my voice sucks and all of this other bullshit," she admitted.

"How could she say that? Your voice is beautiful, you're—" he trailed off.

"What were you just about to say?" she asked him.

"Nothing, I just…" he muttered, looking at her lips.

"Finn," she whispered, her tongue darting out over her own lips, "You can kiss me if you want."

His lips moved closer to hers, brushing softly against them, then pressing firmer as she grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer to her.

Their lips parted and he looked at her before the realization hit him.

I'm in a relationship with Quinn. I just kissed another girl. Fuck.

"I'm sorry, Rachel, I have to go," he said, handing her book bag to her as he ran out the door, leaving her standing there in the hallway.

Rachel sat in front of her computer screen, staring at Finn Hudson's Facebook. He had accepted her friend request, but she couldn't stop staring at the screen.

In a relationship with Quinn CheerCaptain Fabray

He's in a fucking relationship with the fucking cheer captain. Hell, of course he is, he's the fucking quarterback of the football team. Fuck you, Hudson. FUCK YOU.

She slammed her laptop screen shut and grabbed a pillow from her bed, screaming into it.

Just about that time, there was a knock on her door.

"Come in," she sighed, knowing she was about to hear a lecture from her mother.

"Rachel, this room is a mess," she said, pointing to the boxes and Rachel's trashcan.

"Yeah mom, I'll clean it up later," she said nonchalantly.

Her mother rolled her eyes and sat down on Rachel's bed.

"So, how was school? Did you join the Glee club? I sure hope you did. Maybe they can help you sound better. Your pitch is awful…." She began.

Rachel tuned her out, thinking about other things.

Why did Hudson want to hear me sing?

Why the fuck did he kiss me if he has a girlfriend?

What if he's in Glee club?

What if he wants me to join?

What if I do join and actually like it?

What if his girlfriend, fucking cheer bitch, is in Glee club too?

Well, I might as well have some fun with this, give him a boner or something at least.

This gives me an excellent idea of what I'm wearing Monday…

"Rachel, are you even listening to me?" her mother asked, angrily.

"Yeah, mom, I'll join Glee club, whatever," she said, turning her computer back on.

"Who is that?" her mother asked, looking at the Facebook page that was still open on Rachel's computer.

"Just some guy I met in one of my classes today," Rachel said, hoping her mother wouldn't say anything else.

"You need to date someone like that Rachel, well, if he can sing that is," she said snarkily.

Rachel nodded, letting out a sigh of relief when her mother left.

"If you only knew, mom…" she muttered under her breath.

A/N: Hi again. Yes, Shelby is a bitch. You can say it.

Anyway, let me know what ya think. Love it, hate it, suggestions? Reviews are much appreciated.