A/N: THANKS FOR THE POSITIVE REVIEWS. 3 I know I only had 3, but it's exciting! I started school today, and I'm probably going to be really busy, but here's chapter 2. Please please please enjoy and review. Suggestions are also welcome. I don't know if I'm dumbing down Finn too much. Anyways, I still don't have a beta reader, so bare with me. (Oh, and the -10 thing happened at my school. Just saying. There are crazy teachers out there).

Chapter 2: Rachel Who?

You know what's weird? Like, how heavy your head is. No seriously… Have you ever like tilted it back and like rolled it around and felt how damn heavy it is. There's obviously not "air under the hair" or whatever it was that my first grade teacher said to my mom. There's definitely something in there. I roll my head around again... Haa… this is so trippy… wait… what was I doing? Ughhhh, math. Okay. This can't be too hard. Okay. Math. Yeah, that's what I was doing. I can play with my heavy head later. Okay. Mrs. Mayfield gave us a take-home test and I'm sure I can do it if I just focus. Find the zeros of the function f. Hmm. How does one "find a zero"? I don't see any zeros anywhere. There's just a graph with a squiggly line. That means there are no zeros. Haaa, maybe this is easier than I thought. I bet Mayfield thought she was gonna fail me this time. Wrong! As I was searching for zeros on my test (and not finding any), I realized I was going to be late for Glee rehearsal, so I put my things away, and ran over to the choir room.

"Ah! Finn! Good thing you're here... just in time for the special announcement!"

I took a seat next to Rachel and set my books down. "What's all the fuss about?" I whispered. And she just smiled widely.

"I'd like to personally welcome our newest member: Jesse St. James!" and in he walked, with a smile that I was ready to punch off his face. Rachel shot up beside me and clapped loudly.

"Wait, Mr. Schue... he doesn't even go here." Santana said before I could get over the odd combination of shock and anger... and jealousy.

"I transferred here to McKinley. Now I can spend time with my true love... Rachel. When you truly love something, you have to go for it." he said and she ran out of her seat and jumped into his arms. I'm waiting for the perfect moment to get at him. Rachel, leading him by the hand, sat down and he stood in front of my chair.

"D'you mind if I sit there, pal?" Jesse said. Rachel peeked her head over his shoulder with pleading eyes. Her big, deep, brown eyes that I fall in love with every time. I shook my head, faking politeness and took my bags and sat behind the new pair, next to Tina and Mike. Tina shot me an apologetic look and squeezed my knee before turning back to Mike. It's like everyone knew how much this was tearing me up inside except for Rachel.

And the truth is, I did mind. I minded a lot.

After that day in Glee club, when Mr. Schue asked him if he wanted to meet with the tutor then, Finn kindly rejected his offer, telling him that he was figuring it out little by little, and that he was already getting the hang of the whole "functioning thing"… Mr. Schue, worried about Finn saying "the functioning thing," told him that if he changed his mind, to let him know. But that was really code for: you need it, Finn. You need someone to tutor you. ASAP.

Finn was in math class, he remembered to go this time and Mrs. Mayfield was passing out the graded take home tests from the other day.

"Hudson, Finn—is this reality? Finn Hudson? In my class? I can't believe it!" Mrs. Mayfield joked. She was a short and stout woman with facial hair and a mole on her upper lip with a hair on it. She kind of reminded Finn of Humpty Dumpty, and that's pretty much all he could think of when he actually went to her class.

Finn confidently when over to her desk to grab his test, and was shocked at his grade. -10 F. "I got an F?"

"Honey, if I could've given you an E, I would've."

"But, I don't understand how I could have scored a NEGATIVE 10!"

"You got a zero, because you somehow managed to miss all of the zeros of all of the functions, and every exercise had at least one real root. Then the negative 10 happened because you misspelled your name and got the date wrong. The details count, Finn." He looked at his paper. Name: Fin Hudso Date: November 4th, 1998. What was he thinking?

The bell rang and Finn placed the paper back onto Mrs. Mayfield's desk, trying to keep his cool.

"Finnegan," (This wasn't even his name, who does she think she is?) "Take your test with you, and try to get it right this time. I'm giving you a break here. Oh, and next time try to get Noah Puckerman to tag along."

It was cool for Mrs. Mayfield to do that and all, but Finn was fuming. Never had he been this angry. Except for the time when Quinn told him Puck was the baby's daddy. That was pretty bad. But at least he didn't get kicked off the team for it. And he really didn't feel like spending time with a girl version of JewFro to get his grades up. He wasn't going to stoop that low.

He needed to relax, so he went to the basketball court to shoot some hoops during his study hall period. He took the rack of balls and began to shoot some baskets. He was pretty rusty, considering it was football season and he hadn't really been focusing on basketball. Plus, Rachel didn't really like sports so when they were hanging out they usually just saw weird movie-musicals that Finn never really liked but Rachel enjoyed them so it was cool. When he couldn't get at least one in, he heard someone come up behind him.

"Your footing's wrong," the individual said. Finn turned around, embarrassed, to see a girl about Rachel's height with her tied up in a bun, but some of her curls weren't really cooperating. "May I?" She grabbed the ball from his hands, slightly brushing her dark, tiny fingers with his, to demonstrate, "you have to have them in line with your shoulders, balance yourself, shoot, and follow through." Swoosh.

"Nice shot," Finn said, "Finn Hudson."

"Thanks, and, I know who you are," she giggled, taking another ball from the rack. "Just about everyone does. Star quarterback, kickass point guard, Glee boy. I went to the invitational, you know. You're pretty much good at everything." She did a lay-up this time, her tiny body moving swiftly, and Finn was totally checking her out. She had on short red shorts, and a t-shirt that fit her too well, and if he really looked, he could see her red sports' bra. Totally hot. And she made the shot, too. Who was this girl?

"Well, you totally just walked in on me failing and then gave me, the so-called 'kickass point guard', a free lesson," he said. "There should be a girls team."

"There is a girls' team, genius. But, no one at this school really cares about feminine basketball, so. I guess it's good in a way, because we don't have to deal with people seeing us lose but that never happens so…" and she giggled, dribbling the ball. "And, it's kind of my nature to teach people things. I like give basketball lessons to little kids at the YMCA and stuff."

"That's pretty cool," he said, dribbling his own ball. Enjoying her presence. "So, do you normally come down here or were you spying on me?" he said.

She laughed, and he felt kind of embarrassed, but then he realized she was laughing in a "you're-really-funny" kind of way, and not in an "oh-my-god-ew" kind of way. "I was actually running some laps, clearing my head, and I came back here so I could shower because I have to meet with Figgins in about 20 minutes."

He pictured her naked and saved the image.

It might come in handy later.

Finn didn't even know the girls could shower here. "Oh, well then you should get a move on then, I know how you girls are getting ready."

"Yeah, I will. But, before I go, you have to make a shot," she teased. Mischief in her almond shaped, brown eyes.

Finn got nervous. Lately he'd been letting everyone down. He knew there was no getting out of it, and he didn't want to keep her waiting. He did exactly what she told him. Shoulders squared, balanced knees, he shot, he followed through. Swoosh. She jumped up and gave him a high five, jumping high, because the height difference was substantial. She laughed and Finn saw her extremely straight, perfect teeth.

"Catch ya later!" She said and walked off. Finn watched the sway of her hips and realized he didn't know her name.

"Hey, you have a name?"

She smiled wide, "How rude of me, I'm Ana. Ana Rodríguez." and she ran off.

He took a shot, and made it. He smiled.

Ana.

Ana Rodríguez.

After meeting Ana, I hit the showers as well, and it's kind of hot knowing that she was naked, too, just a few feet away. I changed into my clothes and decided to meet Mr. Schue so he could give me the tutor's number. Maybe it was best if I got a tutor… basketball always makes me feel better; especially basketball and hot girls playing basketball. But, if I got a tutor, and Rachel saw that I was working hard to pass math, maybe she'd want to be with me. Y'know? It shows that I'm able to recognize when I'm not good at something.

I went over to Mr. Schue's office and there he was, grading some papers. Handing out A's like he was paid for it. We started talking, and man, he's definitely my favorite teacher. We just talked about all sorts of things, and then he asked me how I felt about Jesse and Rachel, but I didn't say that I was jealous. I mean, I'm happy for Rachel, really. Am I totally in love with her? Yeah, but, she was happy. And if she's happy with a frilly boy, then I'm happy. Right? I could totally tell Mr. Schue saw straight through me and my lies.

"So, did you make up your mind about the tutor? Word around school is you scored a -10?" Schuester said and chuckled.

"Yeah, that's actually why I came by," I said, "do you think you could give me her number or something that way I could like reach her or are we going to meet through you…? I'm new to the whole tutoring thing. Actually, I'm new to the whole studying thing."

Mr. Schue chuckled when someone popped their head in the door.

"Señor Schuester, ¿qué hace aquí tan tarde?" Mr. Schuester, what are you doing here so late. "I just came out of a meeting with Figgins. I swear, that guy gets more loco by the minute."

It was her!

"¡Anita! Estoy corrigiendo exámenes, por cierto, en estos momentos hablaba de ti." Anita! I'm correcting some tests, I was talking about you just now, by the way. "Finn, meet my brightest student, Ana Rodríguez."

"I know you!" she said, finally acknowledging Finn's presence. "We just met about an hour ago, actually. "What's up?"

"Finn needs a tutor."

"Oh, really?"

"She's the tutor? But Mr. Schue, I'm passing Spanish. What I need is an Algebra tutor."

"I know, but Ana here can take care of you. Ana, Coach Beiste said he needs at least a C to pass.

She smiled, "Mr. Schuester, I'm flattered! I'm kind of an expert, Hudson."

Mr. Schue beamed, "Trust me! She's really good. Straight A student."

"And I won't charge you anything, I need service hours for the NHS. Come on! It'll be fun! You know, out of the 7 students I've tutored in math, all of them have passed with at least a C."

I smiled and stood up to pick up my bags. "Looks like I found myself a tutor."

She beamed and sort of attacked me. But I liked it. She pulled away. "Sorry, Mr. Schue can agree that us Latinos are pretty affectionate."

Rachel who?