A/N: Thank you for all the responses on the very first chapter. Hope you all like this one! This was a bit late because when I had come close to finishing this chapter, me being the stupid girl I am, closed the window without saving when I had to get off the computer. I tried to get inside Finn's head a little more and make a few comments that I feel he would say, such as a poisioned candy bar.

Ship: Finn/Quinn
Spoilers: 2x21 - Funeral
Plot/Summary: At the start of a new year, Finn is surprised to meet a new side of Quinn that she has hidden from everybody since sophmore year. Realizing exactly what and who he let go, old feelings resurface and Finn soons falls right back in love with the girl he met 3 years ago, before popularity and social status became her number one priority.

Am I ever going to understand girls? was Finn's only thought as he came out of Mr. Shuester's Spanish class. He wasn't freaking out over how he'll pass the Spanish test next week like he usually did, but he could only think of one blonde in particular: Quinn. With tons of experience with breaking up with girls, and watching those awesome horror movies where the ex-girlfriend goes on a murderous rampage, Finn knew that girls always got emotional and tended to either: ignore everything you say and do, throw themselves at you in hopes to change your mind, or pull a Taylor Swift and burn all of the pictures she had of them together. Quinn didn't do any of those things. She acted like she...didn't even care. She offered him a chocolate bar to be nice. To him. After he broke up with her after a funeral in a truck. Somehow the thought of Quinn not caring was unsettling. The good thing about the ex either being angry, upset, or pining was that you knew where you stood with them. You knew how they felt about you whether it was hatred or they still cared about you.

Finn still wasn't used to this random act of kindness from Quinn so that being said, he didn't eat the chocolate bar. He still needed to check if she had poisioned it secretly. But the hunger became unbearable and soon his stomach was growling every few seconds, so during Glee club he snuck it out of his pocket and took a few cautious bites. It was easy to slip food like this past Shue since he was mostly preoccupied by his own thoughts or listening to Rachel's outbursts about how they should write more of their original songs (which was neither shot down or agreed to - they didn't want to lose their touch.) He could have ate right at lunch but his mom had handed him Kurt's lunch and Rachel wouldn't let him eat any of the cafeteria food since it was 'really bad for his health'. Quinn was right. The chocolate bar didn't do very much, but it helped him last till the end of the day where he could go home and eat something.

"Where did you get that?" Rachel asked curiously, narrowing her eyes at the half eaten snack in his hand.

"I, uh, bought it after Shue's Spanish class." Finn nodded, keeping the story of Quinn buying it for him away from her. Rachel believed the story and looked back at Puck who was informing everybody of how Lauren told him that she wouldn't be apart of the Glee club anymore.

Quinn overheard this, and locked eyes with him. In her eyes was understanding, and she gave him a small smile and...was that a laugh? 'Our secret', Quinn mouthed to him from a couple seats to his left before brushing a strand of hair away from her eyes. The clock seemed to move slower and slower everytime Finn looked up at it. He really did enjoy Glee club, and having the chance to express their feelings through song, but coach Bieste had made him apart of the judging process this year for football tryouts on Friday. Coach Bieste had asked him and Puck to meet her after school to talk about the drills they'd be giving them. They were going to do their best to win as many games possible to make up for their losing streak in sophmore year, so they needed to recruit good players.

After running through a few drills with the guys trying out for the team - which was a mix of freshman, sophmores, and juniors - Finn called out a five minute break. Letting out a sigh of annoyance, he jogged back to coach Bieste and his friend Noah Puckerman, who was also asked to help.

"I have never, in all my years of coaching, seen a group of teenage boys so distracted at a tryout. They come after telling me how badly they want a spot on this team, and then play like this and expect me to let them on our team? They barely paid attention to what they had to do!" Coach Bieste fumed, scribbling down something on a clipboard.

"Hate to agree, but they do sort of...suck." Finn grimaced, as if it hurt him physically to agree to something like that. "What do you think is distracting them?"

Puck glanced at Finn at the last word of his question, and then smirked. Lifting a hand, he pointed across the field and up to the bleachers where a group of junior-looking girls were winking and waving at the boys, enjoying the view for the tryouts. A redhead, a girl named Angela that had a locker close to his, caught his gaze and stopped shouting out to one the boys immediately. Finn recognized most of them from the Cheerio squad. No wonder the guys were acting so foolish. They were busy focusing on impressing a bunch of cheerleaders. Although he shouldn't, Finn couldn't help but sympathize with the guys. He remembered how nervous he was at his first game, seeing the crowds of students watching his every move, and then there were the girls. The cheerleaders in their short skirts, cheering and shouting as they waved their pom-poms around, doing flips and little dances on the sidelines. Quinn Fabray was the biggest distraction he's ever encountered. Once when he looked over at the Cheerios, he saw Quinn focusing so intently on him that he didn't notice one of the players from the opposite team running at him and tackling him hard to the ground. Needless to say, he fumbled the ball and his team wasn't too happy with him.

Another time was when Quinn was tossed in the air, the guys below her were too busy watching the game to hold out their arms to catch her, and it made him so worried that she would fall and hurt herself that he sprinted off the field in her direction. He was halfway there when Quinn landed safely in her teammates arms. Finn had turned to go back before noticing that the referee had blown his whistle and the crowd yelled angry words at him that he could not repeat.

Finn always had the thought of one day making it a law for girls to wear mini-skirts and uniforms all day. He would argue that it would make the idea of school more inviting. Girls always looked great in skirts. Especially Quinn...she looked absoloutely - wait, no. Quinn does not look good in a skirt. Weeeell, actually she does. There's no denying that. But come on man, think about Rachel. She would look in a Cheerios skirt... Finn felt ashamed of thinking about Quinn. It seemed that almost everything he did reminded him of a time between the two of them, whether it was a football practice or walking past an ice cream shop ('Are you serious, Finn Hudson? One more calorie and I'll be off the Cheerios!' she would yell at him). It wasn't normal to think about your ex-girlfriend this much. He was over her and she was most likely over him. Easy as that. ...Isn't it?

"We need to get their heads back into the tryouts. I'll make the girls leave until it's over." Coach Bieste started walking towards the bleachers before an arm reached out and grabbed her shoulder.

"No Coach. As a very important player on this team, I should be the one to do this. Don't worry. The girls will no longer be a problem." Puck said smoothly, grinning when she nodded which didn't go unnoticed by Finn.

He won't be back for awhile.

"'Kay guys. Break's over. Get back onto the field and I'll give you the rundown for the next drill." Finn shouted as he watched Puck lead the girls behind the bleachers.