Thank you for reading and thanks so much for the reviews! There's not much Finn-Rachel cuteness in this chapter but don't worry, the next chapter will be nice and fluffy. :)
"Finn." Rachel breathed out in between soft, sweet kisses, before gingerly putting her hand up betwixt the two of them and backing away slightly. She had dreamt of touching him again, of pressing her lips against his and running her hands through his short brown hair, but resisted her desires long enough to say, "My apologies, but we simply cannot do this--yet." She paused as Finn looked at her with big, confused eyes until she explicated, "It may be true that Noah is the father of Quinn's baby but that doesn't deter from the fact that you are still technically her boyfriend."
"So you want me to officially break up with her?" He asked, resulting in a quick nod of Rachel's head, "Precisely, and afterwards we can sort out our own feelings of infatuation."
"Well then, I guess I better go find her." He stated unsurely, brashly turning towards the exit and starting for the door.
"But one more kiss can't hurt, right?" He then asked innocently as he turned back towards her, giving her a quick peck on the lips until he heard a voice say, "What the hell are you doing kissing Berry?"
They both turned around slowly, as if whoever the voice belonged to was the magistrater of their fate together--but once they actually perceived the face that belonged to the voice, Finn's persona turned stone cold whilst Rachel stood frozen in place.
"Since when did you decide to cheat on the cheerleader with the geekleader?" The person asked with a laugh as he leaned against the resturant wall.
"You want to talk to me about cheating, Puck?" Finn asked suddenly, storming over to his 'best friend' with a look of fury plastered on his face, "Let's talk then."
"Alright." Puck shrugged, not realizing the deph of the situation, "For starters, when normal people cheat, they usually tend to move up the social chain, not fall all the way down--and what complete moron cheats in a public place?"
"So cheatings okay as long as no one finds out about it, right? So it's alright to have sex with your best friends girlfriend and not tell him even though you know you're the father of her baby?"
Puck froze after hearing these words, stunned at the realization that Finn, undoubtably, knew. He stood, motionless, for a small amount of time before glaring at Rachel and sneering, "You weren't supposed to go around advertising that, Berry."
"While I'm sorry I divulged your deepest secret, I strongly believe Finn had a right to know. And since you certaintly weren't planning on telling him yourself--"
"You don't have to explain yourself, Rachel. You did the right thing." Finn assured her softly, causing a smile to rise to her face. There was a certain spark about him--a certain je ne sais quoi that always made her feel safe and at ease in even the toughest situation.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Finn asked sternly off of the sudden silence, his fists clenched as he moved even nearer to his so-called best friend.
"That I had sex with Quinn or that I'm the father of her baby?" He retorted, feigning confusion, resulting in Finn lifting up his fist and swinging towards Puck who impulsively ducked.
"Don't Finn, he's not worth it." Rachel remarked, hastily grabbing his arm in attempt to stop him from further harming the other man. He simply nodded numerously in response, not saying a word as he took Rachel's hand and walked out of the resturant.
"Finn, what's the matter?" She asked once they both reached the frigid night air, "You look upset, and you have every right to be. But you and Noah are sure to work everything out eventually and then things won't seem so heinous."
"No, it's not that." He stated with a sigh, "It's just...I'm still starving--we ordered and everything but didn't get to actually eat."
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Finn barely flinched as he watched his ex-girlfriend furiously wipe away the tears which were streaming down her cheeks. He used to be the one to hold her close, pressing her tightly against his chest and letting her head fall into the crook of his neck, whilst her soft curls flowed down his back--but now, as he watched her break down into clearly manufactured tears, he found himself standing as far apart from her as the room would allow.
"I...I didn't--Finn, I'm so sorry." She whispered in one breath, "I never meant to hurt you."
"You know, Quinn..." He started slowly, "When I found out I wasn't angry, I wasn't sad--I wasn't even surprised. I was happy."
"Happy." She echoed, both anger and disbelief evident in her voice, "How the hell could you be happy?"
"Because I knew it was only a matter of time before you'd do something that would make us break up--."
"Me? What about you with your grandstand gleek girlfriend who follows you around like a puppy dog? And wanting to name the baby Drizzle? You were just asking for me to break up with you--but I never did because I love you."
"I loved you too, Quin, but--"
"Loved?" She asked with wide eyes and a quick laugh, "You act like it's past tense."
"It is." He said slowly, "I can't be with you, Quinn. I'm breaking up with you."