Sam was lying on Finn's bed, tossing a ball in the air. Finn glared at him as he put the ice pack on his face, wincing. "Thanks for the ice pack," he told his friend. "You can go back to your room."

"No way, we have to talk about this some more," Sam told him. "I'd think you were making it up if it weren't for your…you know, your face."

"We have class in an hour," Finn reminded him.

Sam sighed. "I don't want to go to class," he grumbled. He and Finn had met in their first class at NYU and been best friends ever since. Sam was a jokester, always playing pranks and goofing off. Since Finn was always serious, having Sam around lightened things up. "Where's Artie?" he asked, looking over at Finn's roommate's empty bed.

Finn shrugged. "He was gone when I woke up. I think he's still seeing that Sugar girl."

Sam shook his head. "I just don't get it," he said. "He wears sweater vests."

"She seems to like his sweater vests," Finn said. "She doesn't mind the wheelchair, either. I'm glad he found her."

"Speaking of "hers," tell me more about the hot blonde and brunette grinding on you at Club Friendly."

Finn plopped down at his computer desk, putting his head down on it. He felt like he'd been hit by a train and when he'd first stood up this morning he'd almost fallen back down. He didn't want to go to class either. "I shouldn't have mentioned them," he told Sam. "Forget they exist."

"Like I could," Sam snorted. "You have to take me to this club, bro. Tonight."

"No way," Finn said. "They probably wouldn't let me back in anyway."

"You're like, the worst best friend ever," Sam complained. "You meet a hot stripper, go to a strip club, go to a regular club and practically get molested by two, count them, TWO babes, get into a fight…and where was Sam for all of this, huh? Asleep. Or masturbating. Or masturbating and then sleeping." He shook his head. "You suck."

"It wasn't as fun as you make it sound," Finn told him. "Trust me."

"What are you going to tell Quinn?"

Finn shrugged, wincing at the pain that caused. Broken or not, his ribs freaking hurt. "I guess that I got into a fight."

"She'll faint," Sam said, laughing.

Finn gave him a dirty look. "Shut up."

"Her delicate sensibilities won't tolerate it."

"She's not that bad," Finn grumbled.

"You're right," Sam said. "She's worse."

"I thought you liked Quinn?"

"I do like her. She's just boring."

"Boring is safe," Finn said, thinking about Rachel.

"Boring is boring," Sam told him. "So when are you going to see this Rachel chick again?"

"I'm not," Finn told him.

"What about your laptop?"

Finn made a face. He really didn't have the money for another laptop. His mom and Burt would be more than happy to buy him a new one (or ten), but that wasn't going to happen. "I guess I'll go without until I can save up some money."

"First of all, that's stupid. She offered to buy you a new one, and your step dad is freaking loaded. Secondly, you work part time at the SUB. That would take months and you'll fail."

"I won't fail," Finn scoffed. "Lots of people don't have laptops."

"Bullshit," Sam said. "Ten year olds have laptops. You'll have to go to the library to do all your papers. Where are you going to find the time for that?"

"I can do it," Finn told him.

"I know you can," Sam said, standing up. "But why would you?" He walked to the door. "See you in forty."

Finn nodded, putting his head back down on the desk. He never missed a class, but he was thinking that there was a first time for everything. He wanted to lie down and sleep for 24 hours.

Outside his dorm, Quinn bumped into Rachel as they climbed the steps to the door. "Sorry," Quinn said, smiling at her.

"My fault," Rachel said, smiling back. It was true; she felt like a zombie because she'd spent the whole night last night tossing and turning, trying to decide what to do. Since meeting Finn, all she'd done was hurt him and she hated that. She wanted to make it up to him. She finally decided to come to his dorm today and apologize, giving him his money. It was the least she could do.

As she started climbing the steps, the blonde beside her said, "I'm Quinn."

"Rachel," Rachel told her. "Is this a co-ed dorm?"

"Oh, no, I don't live here," Quinn said. "I'm down the street. I'm just visiting a friend. Are you visiting too?"

"Something like that," Rachel told her. She couldn't help but watch the other girl; she seemed completely perfect, like a Barbie doll. Every hair was in place, and her little dress was immaculate. Her skin was flawless, too. Rachel hated her a little, even as she found herself liking her.

Quinn did her best not to look at Rachel; there was something wild about her that Quinn wasn't used to. Her hair, her clothes…everything about her screamed danger. Quinn knew enough to know that the woman herself probably wasn't dangerous, but she had no doubt danger followed her.

They both stopped at the same floor, laughing a little as Quinn held the door open for Rachel. "I hope I'm in the right place," Rachel told her. "My brother found the address for me, and who knows if it's the right one or not?"

"Who are you looking for?" Quinn asked her, stopping at Finn's door.

Rachel looked at the number and frowned. "Finn Hudson."

Quinn's eyes widened in shock. "You're here for Finn?" she asked, dismayed.

"Is that your friend?" Rachel asked. Of course he was. He was adorable and straight edge; this girl would be his perfect match. Rachel wasn't sure why that made her unhappy. She suddenly wanted to rub dirt on the front of Quinn's dress. Who even wore cardigans anymore?

Finn opened the door before Quinn could answer. "Finn!" Quinn cried, reaching up to gently touch his face. "What happened?"

Finn tore his questioning gaze from Rachel to look down at her. "Got into a fight," he told Quinn.

"Are you okay? How badly are you hurt?" She looked back at Rachel and then up at Finn. "Oh. Finn, you know Rachel?"

Finn looked back at the brunette and nodded. "What are you doing here?" he asked her.

Rachel had spent the entire morning planning her apology. She didn't want to say it in front of an audience, though. None of this was going the way she'd hoped it would. "I brought your money," she told him.

"I told you not to worry about it," he told her.

Rachel shrugged. "You actually said, "I'm tired and sore and I think it's time for me to go back to my dorm,"" Rachel told him. "I still owe you the money." She looked at Quinn, who was staring at her in horror, then back to him. "And an apology. I'm sorry about last night. About all of it."

Quinn shook her head, looking up at Finn. "Let's go into your room," she said, backing the man up. "I don't want to stand out in the hallway and draw attention." When they got into the room, Quinn turned back to Rachel. "I'm guessing you're the woman with the motorcycle?"

Rachel nodded. "That's me," she said. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a stack of money. "I checked online," she told Finn. "This should buy you a really good laptop. Noah said the one he has was the same price."

Finn took the money, shaking his head as he counted it. "There's way too much money here," he said, looking back up at Rachel. "I can't take all of this."

"Look, dude, after last night…I owe you one, okay?"

"No," Finn said, "it's not okay. If you're talking about the Brody thing, that was on me."

"I'm talking about all of it," Rachel said. "Brody, the strip club, what I said at my apartment…"

"I think I'm going to go," Quinn said quietly. "I'll see you in class, Finn."

"No, Quinn, don't go," Finn said, reaching for her.

Quinn moved out of the way. "No, it's okay," she told him. "You two have a lot to discuss."

"I'm sorry," Rachel told her sincerely. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"You didn't," Quinn said, smiling weakly. "It was nice to meet you, Rachel."

She left before Finn could say anything else. He cursed as the door shut softly behind her. Rachel looked at him, concerned. "I seem to be saying this a lot, but I really am sorry. I should have just left and come back some other time or something."

Finn shook his head. "It's okay," he told her. "I'll talk to her later." He handed some bills back to Rachel. "I truly can't take this," he told her. "My laptop was much cheaper than this."

"Look, I've caused you a lot of problems. Consider it money for the hassle, okay?"

"But you need money," he told her.

Rachel cocked her eyebrow at him. "Why would you think I need money?"

"I thought you said…your dads…" Finn trailed off, confused.

Rachel nodded in understanding. "I know you think it's degrading, but I make around $70,000 a year dancing."

Finn's mouth fell open. "What?"

Rachel shrugged. "If you're good at it, you make a lot of money."

Finn shook his head. "Holy crap."

"I won't do it forever," she told him. "Just until I figure out what I want to do with my life. And it gives me a chance to dance." She smiled. "I love to dance."

"You're good at it," he said absently, still trying to wrap his mind around the idea of someone so young making so much money.

"I'm going to go now," Rachel told him. "You should probably go find your girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend," he told her. "She's just…my friend."

"She didn't act like "just your friend.""

"It's complicated," Finn told her.

"Isn't everything?" Rachel asked, turning to leave.

"Dude, I left my book here," Sam said, coming into the room. He stopped, seeing Rachel. "Am I awake?" he asked.

Rachel grinned. "Hi," she said. "I'm Rachel."

"Rachel?" Sam said, shaking her hand and looking at Finn. "The Rachel?"

Finn glared at his friend. "Your book?"

"Sorry, Rachel's beauty stopped me in my tracks," Sam said, bringing her hand up to his mouth and kissing the back of it.

Rachel's grin turned into a full blown laugh. "Who are you?"

"I, my dear, stunning Rachel, am Sam. Sam I am." He winked at her. "Finn has told me all about you, of course."

"Oh yeah?" Rachel said, looking up at Finn. He looked like he'd stepped on a Lego.

"I've spent the morning begging him to take me to the club you went to last night. "I must gaze at this perfection in person," I told him. I also wanted to give this Brody fella a piece of my mind."

Finn was close to strangling his best friend. "Get your book," he growled.

"So are you guys going to come?" Rachel asked, looking at Finn. "I don't have to work tonight, so I'll be there."

"No," Finn said.

"Yes," Sam said. "Can you give me directions in case Finn has forgotten? I'd hate to get lost."

"Sure," Rachel said, grabbing a notebook and pen. While she wrote, Sam looked over her head and grinned at Finn.

Finn shook his head, pissed. "We can't go. We have to study."

"All work and no play makes Finn a dull boy," Rachel said, handing the notebook to Sam. "I'll see you guys tonight."

She felt much better about everything as she made her way to Noah's car. She'd see Finn tonight! The heavy feeling in her stomach she hadn't even realized was there was gone now. She'd been prepared to walk out of his room and never see him again…but she hadn't wanted to. Instead of worrying over her feelings, she decided to not overthink things for once.

Getting to the old Dodge Charger, she frowned at her brother. "What?"

Puck, who was sitting on the hood of his car, shook his head. "I just met an angel," he said wonderingly. "She was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Every woman you meet is the most beautiful you've ever seen."

"No, Rach, I mean it," he said, looking over at her. "I've never seen anyone so perfect in my life. I was afraid to touch her because I didn't want to get her dirty."

Rachel just looked at him. "What are you talking about?"

"I don't know," he said, tossing his cigarette on the ground. "I'm wondering now if it was just a dream. Women like that…I don't think they really exist. No one wears cardigans anymore, right?"

"Oh!" Rachel said, putting her hand to her mouth. "Noah, that was Quinn."

"Yes," Puck said, nodding. "She said her name was Quinn. Do you know her?"

"I think she's Finn's girlfriend."

"Oh," Puck said, his shoulders sagging. "That makes sense, right?"

"I'm sorry," Rachel told her brother, realizing that he was truly upset. "He said she wasn't, but I think there's probably something there."

Puck perked up. "But if he said there wasn't…maybe I'll have a chance!" He got off the car and walked towards Finn's dorm.

"What are you doing?" Rachel asked him.

"Going to ask Finn about her."

"Wait until tonight," Rachel told him. "He and his friend Sam are coming to the club."

Puck looked up at the building and sighed, relenting. "I could have sworn she was an angel," he said to himself as he opened his door.

Rachel shook her head, looking up at the dorm. "Maybe we'll both get lucky," she said quietly.