DISCLAIMER: I neither own Glee nor the characters. They are the property of Ryan Murphy and FOX. This is purely for fun. Enjoy! :)

A/N: Jessie St. James serves as the perfect road-block between Finn and Rachel. I love me some Jon Groff! He is rocking my socks off every week!

So I'm following what happens in the ep until they lie to each other. After that, I'm taking this story in my own direction.

Sex, Lies, and Glee

Chapter Two: Lie To Me

"I know things have been weird between us, but I never thought you'd lie to me." No matter how hard she tried to focus on her math quiz, she couldn't get Finn's soft, sad, voice out of her head. She hadn't talked to him since that day, when they rehearsed together and almost burned the choir room down with their chemistry. Maybe her mash-up hadn't been the best idea. But she'd needed to establish a friendship with Finn for the sake of the team. If they couldn't work together as co-captains, then they would never be able to unite the group as a team worthy enough for Regionals.

She hated the thought of lying to him, though. She'd already done it once last week, and it gave her no pleasure to keep secrets from Finn. Especially after she'd promised him that she would always be honest with him. It felt wrong to lie to Finn.

But she had to. For the good of the team, her relationship with Jessie, and her friendship with Finn. She had to lie.

Her focus was brought back to quadratic equations, and she resumed her quiz, dreading the glee rehearsal she would have to suffer through later that day.

X equals negative B, plus or minus the square root. . . focus on math, Berry, that will keep your mind off of Finn. . .I wonder if he slept with Santana. . .

Losing focus on her quiz once again, she wondered if he'd gone through with his date on Friday night. Part of her was hoping that he was finally moving on, but another part of her dreaded the thought of Finn and Santana together. If she had to sit and watch him be led around by the leash of another bitchy cheerleader, her head might explode. He deserved better than that.

He deserves someone who loves him, like I do. . .

"All right! Quizzes up!" Her teacher Mrs. Dunkirk hollered over the heads of her students and she blanched when she realized that she'd barely completed half the quiz. She tried in vain to finish whatever she could before she heard her name being called impatiently. She sighed as she handed in the quiz. Her normally perfect record was tarnished forever.

She slumped into her seat and laid her head on her desk, waiting for the bell to ring so she could talk to Finn.

And lie to him.

Finn stood on his tip-toes, the extra height helping him scan the hallways for a certain cheerleader. The cheerleader who took his virginity from him. The one who needed to lie to everyone about it.

No one could know that he and Santana did the nasty on Friday night. He was pretty sure everyone knew about the date by now, good news travels fast in small towns, but he would rather everyone think he was a prude virgin than have Rachel know the truth. He had to make sure Santana kept her mouth shut.

He spotted her by her locker across the hall, talking to Brittany, whispering something into her ear. By the looks of the glint in her eyes, he was sure it was nothing positive.

He walked over to them and pulled Santana away from Brittany by the arm.

"Hey, watch it Cave-Man!"

He ignored her comment and led them to an empty classroom. Letting go of her arm, he whispered as fiercely as possible, "Have you told anyone about Friday?"

"No, not yet."

"Don't. No one can know."

Her eyes shrunk into cat-like slits and her lip turned up in an unattractive scowl, "What the hell do you mean? Everyone knows we went out on Friday night. They're going to think that we did it anyway. And, hello? We did."

He shook his head, trying to deny what he knew was true. "It doesn't matter. I don't care if you tell people I pussied out, just don't tell anyone that we had sex."

Crossing her arms over her chest, her scowl grew more pronounced and pure venom seeped into her tone. "Is this about Rachel? Are you serious? That's disgusting."

He crossed his own arms over his chest and nodded hard. "Deadly serious. She can't know."

"You know she probably did it with that Jessie kid. I heard they'd had a date on Friday too."

He shook his head again, trying in vain to keep the horrid thoughts of Rachel and Jessie out of his mind. "I don't care. She can't know."

"Fine, have it your way. I won't tell anyone we knocked boots. Happy?" She smirked nastily at him before turning around and leaving the empty classroom. He shoved his hands in his pockets, frustrated, and headed for his next class, dreading the moment he would have to talk to Rachel.

And lie to her.

He was barely holding it together, he could tell from the way his hands started to shake. He shoved them in his pockets so no one would notice. He felt like all control was slipping away, and he had to remind himself of his surroundings before he started kicking the furniture around the room. It was a monumental test of his self-control that he didn't let the mask of indifference falter when she told him that she was no longer a virgin. He had to pretend that his heart wasn't being torn apart at the thought that she'd had sex with the team's main competition.

It was almost too much to bear. But he swallowed his pain and choked out whatever response he could muster. She seemed so nonchalant about this. It was her virginity for Christ-sakes! It was a big deal! He should know, he'd fucked up his first time and regretted it every second since.

But there was no turning back, now. He'd lost his virginity, and so had she. The only difference was that he was lying about it and claiming to be a virgin.

He barely registered that Rachel had asked him about his own date with Santana. He took a deep breath and tried his hardest to be casual, when inside his guts were churning. The lie spilled from his lips and there was no taking it back. "I'm just waiting for the right person, I guess."

You. I'm waiting for you, can't you see? It should have been with you.

He walked away from her after that, his emotions overwhelming him. How could she stand there and be so casual about something that was ripping him apart inside. Gone was the warm, welcoming friend he once relied on more than anything.

He had really lost her.

She couldn't believe what she'd just heard. Finn had gone out on a date with Santana, the most popular cheerleader in school, and he didn't sleep with her? He was still a virgin too? Suddenly, she felt terrible for lying to Finn about not being a virgin. She looked over at him in his seat, waiting for rehearsal to start, his head in his hands as he sat next to Artie. He looked upset. She felt a fierce need to go and console him, to tell him the truth.

Just as she moved to talk to him, Mr. Schuester entered the room with no other than her boyfriend, Jessie. To say she was surprised was an understatement. She was floored. The team noticed the stranger in their midsts and sat in shock when Mr. Schuester explained he would be the newest member of New Directions.

The team was not happy.

They were downright pissed.

She looked over at Finn from where she was sitting, to gauge his reaction to the news. He was only two seats away from her, but it felt like an entire universe was in-between them. His face held a grimace she'd rarely seen on his handsome face, and his fists were clenched in his lap.

Her head snapped around when Jessie began to explain his reasons for transferring to Lima. She couldn't help but feel happy that her boyfriend had transfered schools and quit his championship team just for her. In fact, she was more than happy, she was ecstatic. She had a man who cared about her more than a fourth consecutive National Show Choir Championship. Someone who was now a part of their team.

So why did Finn's distraught face haunt her for the rest of the day?

"Um, Jessie?" Rachel blushed when her boyfriend turned his attention toward her, and started to stroke her cheek tenderly with his thumb. Normally she was against PDA in any form, but here at school it was nice to be close to someone who'd never thrown a slushie at her.

"Yes, Rachel?" He was so handsome, so charming. . .

"I have something I need to ask you."

"What is it?"

"Remember how I said I wasn't ready to sleep with you yet, because of the team and stuff." He nodded his head, remembering the conversation clearly. He started to get a hopeful look in his eyes, and she realized that she was sending him the wrong message. "I need you to tell people that we did." The hopeful look melted away in an instant and a deep frown settled into his face.

"What do you mean? Why?"

She blanched. Should she tell him about Finn? Explain to him the damage that he'd done to her heart, the damage that he still continued to do, even after breaking up? How she'd been saving herself for only Finn before he'd come along? How she was hoping that he would finally move on so she could move on?

"I want people to start respecting me for the young, independent woman that I am. It will be good for our image as a couple." For the second time that day, she lied to a boy who cared about her. Since when did lying come so easily for her? She never thought she was capable of such deceit.

Jesse shrugged and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before gathering his things and getting ready for his first class at McKinely. "Well, if that's what you want. If people ask, that's what I'll tell them." He waved to her a final time before heading off to his class. She smiled and waved him goodbye. All of a sudden, not even before he could turn the corner in the hallway, she felt a hand on her shoulder, spinning her around unceremoniously and disorientating her.

It was Finn.

And he did not look happy. At all.

"Rachel, what the hell is going on?"

She trembled under the severity of his glare. He never looked this angry, not since the day he found out the truth about Quinn. Taking deep breaths, she readied herself for the backlash of Jessie's transfer. "Jessie transferred schools for me. He obviously cares about me very much." Her heart clenched at the pained look on his face.

"And? Did he have to take all the lead solos too?"

"He happens to have an amazing voice if I do say so myself. A voice that won three consecutive national titles. He'll help us win, Finn. It's for the good of the team."

"I don't think it is for the good of the team, Rachel. What happens if he's a spy? Huh? What happens if he's been playing you all along?"

Her frustrations started to get the best of her, and she whispered spitefully, "Well then I guess I've been sleeping with the enemy."

He looked like he'd been punched in the face. He nodded slowly, and moved forward to trap her back against the lockers. He placed both hands around her head, trapping her in a human cage. The look he was giving her was so intense, her face burned in a deep blush under the weight of his stare. He leaned in so close to her face, that she could feel his soft breath tickling her lips. She took a short, shallow breath, parting her lips in surprise when his cheek brushed against her own, softly, gently. She'd kissed three guys in her life, one of them currently inches away from her mouth, but nothing had been as intimate as that one soft caress.

His cheek pressed against hers as he whispered softly into her ear, creating a trail of goosebumps down her neck and arms. "He better take care of you. You hear me? I'll kill him if he hurts you. If he took your virginity in vain."

"Finn. . ."

Before she could even create a coherent response in her head, he swiftly kissed her on the cheek, turned on his heel and practically ran away from her. She was so shocked at the sudden intimate contact and loss thereof, it took her a second to realize what had just happened. Her heart pounded ferociously at Finn's gentle and honest words. She walked towards her next class in a daze, her heart beat still erratic and fluttering.

There was a time she would have killed to have one boy remember her name. Now she had two boys who wanted to date her at the same time.

Compared to now, those were the good times.

Salut Mes Amis!

From now on, the story is going to branch off into DRAMA territory! The lies are building, and the sex is on it's way!

Until Next Time. . .*Sings* Don't Stop. . .Reviewing!

Merci Mille Fois

The Minsk