Rachel stared at the quarterback who she had loved so much and looked down, the only place that seemed to be a liable source of hope. "I'm sorry, Finn. But-" She paused and looked back up at him "I don't want people to hate me, just because I'm loud or because I talk a lot."

Finn looked up, sighing out of some sort of exhaustion or confusion, Rachel couldn't tell but the words that came out his mouth, "Then I'm sorry Rachel, but that makes you someone who you never wanted to be." stung Rachel with truth, she didn't want to be popular, "Since when is it so important to you, how much people like you? Didn't we have a conversation like this last year, roles rever-"

Finn's voice slowly began to fade into silence in Rachel's mind, just a quiet mumble that was inaudible. She burst forward, power walking to English, her mind trying to settle on how hard this grammar test that they were warned about the other day was going to be. She opened to door to the classroom and had to bite her lip in order not to slam it closed. she walked quickly to her desk, on the right side of the room, farthest away from where she was. She slammed her bag down and dug through her bag for a pencil, placing her head on her desk, she began to cry.

Finn tried hard not to look back over at Rachel every five minutes, hopes had kept on arising in him, 'maybe she wants to ask you something' 'maybe she's not crying anymore' He tried to ignore them and yet he looked back over at the brunette roughly every five minutes.

English seemed to linger, the ninety minutes of class time* seemed like three hours, especially when Finn didn't understand anything on the test that they took. But when class ended he couldn't tell who stood up faster, Rachel or him. But Rachel burst out of the classroom as fast as she had burst to the classroom.

He thought to himself for a second and realized that the next class would be horrible too. Sam was in his gym class, and they had been assigned to do an end of the semester assignment together.

He trudged down the hallway, but picked up the pace when he remembered he didn't have that much time to get to class. They didn't have to get dressed in their gym uniforms, gym was only a half a year class and since their teacher was getting knee surgery they stopped getting dressed for gym a couple weeks ago, with three weeks until the end of the semester. Finn sat down in the extra classroom that their class had decided to use instead of the gym for their assignments.

Finn spotted the blonde hair and he would have done a 180 degree turn had he not remembered that he had to be in class. Sam frowned, not as intensely as he had this morning, and walked toward Finn.

"If you're ready to decide on a topic for the assignment, Hudson, just let me know." He forced a smile and sat down at the desk next to where Finn was standing.

As much as Finn hated to admit it, Sam was the one who always tried to end their 'feud', he didn't succeed, and he seemed to limit himself to only one nicely toned thing said to Finn each day, but he knew that Kurt and Finn were friends, which pushed him to not rip of Finn's head. Finn on the other hand had no idea why he didn't rip of Sam's head, It probably was Kurt but Finn wasn't going to admit that.

"Why don't you try to come up with a topic?" Finn asked through his teeth.

Sam pushed him self away from the desk out of frustration and said "I've tried, but your stupid brain doesn't agree with anything." He folded his arms across his chest and looked away from Finn.

Finn snarled, in his mind, and said "I'm sorry, I thought we had this figured out, I don't listen to anything you have to say, You don't listen to anything that I have to say. We might as well just do our own projects, half the size of the other and turn them both in, explaining the situation.

Finn and Sam stayed quiet for a couple of second but Sam broke the silence with "That's actually not a bad idea."

Finn almost smiled but remembered that it was Sam who said it and he immediately said "No, It's a terrible idea, it would take me forever to do. I'm horrible at writing stuff anyway."

Sam rolled his eyes and said "Well, since you're horrible at coming up with a topic then I'm using one of my ideas!"

"Fine!" Finn yelled, making Sam jump.

Sam laughed, a quiet laugh, placing his head in his hands and saying through his laughter "You're so stupid, you know that?"

Finn glared at Sam and rolled his eyes. He sat down in a seat and leaned back, lulling himself by thinking about anything that wasn't Sam. He searched his brain fro thing that weren't Sam, the first thing that popped into his mind; Kurt.

Why are you invading my thoughts? He yelled to the Kurt in his head. He shook away the thought of Kurt and moved on. Did they have football practice?

"Do we have football practice?" Finn asked Sam who had apparently still been going on about how stupid Finn was or something along the lines of that.

Sam stared at him, offended that Finn would interrupt him, but not surprised. "No." He almost pushed the answer on him "Football season ended last Friday, must you always find a reason to prove me right about your intelligence?"

Finn rolled his eyes again and sunk back into thought. Class rolled by, Sam kept on talking and judging by the sound of his voice he had probably started talking to someone else, because his tone got softer and his eagerness to speak got faster.

That same image of Kurt sunk into his thoughts. Finn established to himself that he was asleep and this was all a dream, so he couldn't blame himself for thinking of Kurt, it was just natural. That first person that he thought of when he thought of Sam was Kurt.

Kurt's brown hair was always so perfect. Finn didn't remember how he got there but he was in their room, changing into his pajamas. Kurt was sitting on his bed, his shirt removed. "What's up with you Finn? You seem distracted." Kurt's voice made Finn shudder.

"I just, I'm wondering how I'm supposed to sleep there if you're on my bed." He said, slowly and dumbfounded.

"Oh sorry." He said in the same tone he had used earlier, the soft tone that made Finn shudder. He stood up and walked toward Finn, placing one hand on his chest. Finn looked down Kurt confused, but the feeling of Kurt's hand on his chest made his heart race, and his face flush. Kurt let out a laugh that somehow ended up being the same tone, Finn felt his breath this time and he shuddered. He felt the hairs on his arms and legs stand on edge.

Finn took in a huge breath and asked "It's fine, I'll just go to sleep now." He willed himself to move away from Kurt's warm hand but found his own left hand placing itself of Kurt's hip, the other underneath his chin. He tilted Kurt's head up slowly and brought their faces closer together. "Hudson, come on now don't tell me you're asleep." Kurt said, the same softness, the same tone.

"What?" Finn asked, confused. "I'm awake."

"Come on wake up, you idiot." The softness of Kurt's voice was gone and replaced with the disgusting sound of Sam yelling at Finn. "I picked something for our project, didn't you hear me?" Finn felt himself, forcefully pulled back into reality. He looked around and found Sam, leaning over him with the ugliest look on his face. "We're doing Hockey, every other sport is taken."

Finn stared off into space and nodded, not really sure of what Sam had just said, not really caring either. He felt words coming out of his mouth but didn't seem to be able to control what he was saying. "You know Schatt**, your boyfriend is pretty hot." Finn's eyes widen, it only took him a second to realize what he had said, out loud, during that daytime, at school, not in a dream, to Sam. He prayed that he hadn't said it, he didn't dare look at Sam, but the whole room didn't get quiet, he prayed only Sam had heard if anyone heard at all.

What felt like a minute passed before Finn had convinced himself that Sam's silence was because he didn't hear him, but as soon as he heard Sam start breathing again it came along with a word "What?"

Finn could tell that the word was pushed through teeth. Finn stayed quiet telling himself that Sam really didn't hear him, he searched for a phrase that sounded like 'your boyfriend is hot'…

"I said, I think you smoke pot." Finn felt the shakiness in his voice and knew that there was no way that Sam bought that. `

Finn turned to look at Sam, who sat there, gripping that edge of his desk, with one hand the other hand squeezing his knee. He was glaring at Finn, with the most pure hate that Finn had ever seen. He slowly said "I'm not an idiot, Hudson. I heard what you said." The bell rang and they both stood up at the same time, confidence was restored in Finn because not only was be more muscular than Sam but he was reminded that he was half a foot taller than him.

Sam didn't seem to care he simply said under his breath "Don't. Touch. Kurt." The words were hissed and Finn flinched.

Finn felt himself smirk and say "Try and stop me." He hadn't meant to say that, he didn't even want Kurt like that but he said it, it was out there Sam heard it and a fist landed on Finn's face.

Okay i forgot to put a disclaimer on the first chapter but I DO NOT OWN GLEE I THINK IT WOULD BE OBVIUOS IF I DID!

*I don't know how long classes are at McKinely so I'm just going by my school's schedule, four classes a day, and we run on an 'a day, b day' schedule. One day we have four classes the next we have four different classes.

**I needed to give Sam a last name.