(A/N): I'm kinda a lazy butt, so it took me a while to get this up... BUT I DID! A big thanks to my best friend, Laura (Abrainiac) for editing and uploading this chapter! Lots of drama, so brace yourselves!

Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, this would be an episode, not a story; so get over yoself!


Chapter 2:

He walked towards me, smiling and looking intently at my eyes. Being the neat-freak I am, I pointed to the short line of people in between us; signaling for him to meet me there. That way, I could see him faster.

"Hey!" he shouted when we were close enough. A few heads turned, and then he gave me a big bear hug. I wrapped my arms around him, and in a few short seconds, he let go. I slowly and unwillingly let my arms fall.

"Hi," I slipped in.

He looked down at me, smiled, and then walked in front and ordered us both a banana slushie and a cinnamon sugar pretzel. I tried to cut in and tell him there was no way I was going to eat or drink any of that, but he just pushed me aside and continued ordering, paying as he went.

"Thanks… it was really nice of you to pay," I noted, trying to spark up any kind of conversation.

"Well, that's what the man does… Right?" He wondered aloud, dozing off into a daydream of wonder and mystery at a question that only he could decide for himself.

"Well, it is proper manners for a man to pay on the first d-d-date," I couldn't believe that I had just said that we were on a date. I checked his face and he showed no signs of being startled or upset.

He just nodded and replied, "First date," in a quiet and satisfactory way; as if he had been waiting for this for a while.

We sat down near a window and he propped his elbows up on the table. Pressure built up inside of me, and if I didn't tell him in some lame smart-ass way, I was going to freak out and push them down. I tried hard to fight off my hands and mouth.

And just when my hands had won the fight, the waitress called out, "Your order is ready... Finn?" She said acting like Finn was a fake name. Then she nodded after thinking that nobody would make a fake name that stupid.

He jumped up, grabbed the drinks and pretzel that were neatly placed on a yellow tray, and walked toward the table. Every step I took all I could think was, "Please, please don't drop it!" Then, on his last stride, I looked down to see that his shoes were untied, and his right foot was stepping on a lace. I had no time to react as he fell, but – somehow – managed to get the tray safely onto the table.

"Are you okay?" I asked, overly-concerned.

"Um, yea; I'm fine," He cracked his neck, and I cringed at the sound. No part of the body should make that sound when stretched. He sat up like nothing happened and fit himself into the chair. I realized I was kneeling on the floor by myself, looking like an idiot, so I quickly jumped up. After thoroughly wiping off my dress until ever last particle of dirt was erased, I sat back down, crossing my legs to be lady like. He handed me my banana slushie and turned to get straws. I eyed the banana slushie unwillingly.

When Finn came back and handed me the straw, I decided to be polite and give it a try. I took one slurp, and almost fainted from the unfamiliar sensation of sugar rushing through my body. "That's a very delicious frozen beverage." I complimented, batting my eyes. "Did you know that one of the major problems with slushies is that the flavored syrup can be drawn out of the drink, leaving a relatively-unflavored base ice behind?"

Oh crap, I did it again; went on with my endless knowledge. I couldn't take it back; I would look like a fool. "Oh… that's, uh, very cool. It happens to me a lot," He smiled and shrugged my statement off, acting like it was no big deal.

"Where's your car? I didn't see it in the parking lot." I observed, trying to keep cool and not act all stalkerish.

Just then, I looked over to see Kurt's dad, Burt Hummel, opening the door. He looked straight at Finn, and started walking towards our table. My heart raced and I could feel Finn awkwardly glance at me, looking sorry. He immediately turned back to Burt. Ever since Finn's mom and Kurt's dad had gotten together, things had changed. Finn told me constantly of how Kurt was "stealing his mom." What with them always going shopping and such.

I knew this whole 'Kurt and Finn having to spend so much time together' thing was bugging him. Now, Burt was going to have some weird confrontation that could end up good or bad. Burt got closer and closer with each passing second, until he reached our table and halted. He looked over, suddenly noticing me, and looking disapproving. My negativity towards him showed on my face, and as long as he was there, I refused to change it.

"Hello Finn," Burt gave Finn a fake smile.

"Oh, hiya Burt!" Finn said, fumbling with his massive hands.

"Would you like to introduce me to your little friend here?" He smirked, looking fixedly at me. All I could do was silently grimace at the redneck of a man.

"Oh, yea! This is Rachel Berry, a really, really good friend," He stated proudly, giving me a wink that I couldn't help but smile at. That smile quickly faded when Burt continued.

"Oh… Kurt has, uh… mentioned... her before," although his words were vague, the tone he used when he said "her" implied disgust.

I stood up and held out my hand to introduce myself. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Hummel; I have heard nothing but good things from both Kurt and Finn," He ignored my hand and turned back to Finn. I shot a glance at Finn, trying to tell him to get Burt away before I tore that stupid, overall-wearing man to shreds. I could see that Finn didn't under stand… I was going to have to take things into my own hands. Before I could think, I blurted out, "Did you know in Medieval England, if you ignore someone who has greeted you in a proper manner, it is punishable by death?"

Burt turned back to me with a light shade of red appearing around his ears. "Well, if you would stop harassing my son, then maybe I wouldn't ignore your 'Proper Greeting,'"

That hit hard, and now, I would hit him back. "You know what? I don't deserve that. I did nothing but be nice to your son (I'm a bitch) and push him harder! I only push him because it's not so easy for gays out in the real world, and I'm only preparing him! It's a harsh world out there!" I yelped like a wild seal, pointing outside the window. His eyes told me he wasn't going to retreat. I suddenly realized that I was making a fool of myself.

I opened the door and whispered in a carrying voice, "I'm so sorry Finn," then ran to my car. I jumped into my car and drove off. I could feel the tears build up inside of me, burning to escape my eyes, but I pushed them back. I could fight them off, just like I did to everything else. I fought away Burt's rudeness. I turned on my iPod a scrolled to a song that Jesse had uploaded onto it. The only thing that I could do was sing my heart out. Sing my heart out, and sing the tears away.

When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice
when I'm not around
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh

She's running out again
She's running out
She run run run run...
run... run...

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't belong here...

I was nothing but a creep, and Jesse was the same for knowing this dreadful song. He said that they did a lot of Radiohead in Vocal Adrenaline, since they were good with beats and such.

As I thought more about the lyrics of the song, I remembered Finn, and began feeling guilty. We were having such fun (or at least I was) until I messed everything up. I thought for a minute about calling Fin and apologizing, but I didn't really want to sound like a bipolar freak.

I had already done enough damage for one day. I pulled into my driveway, and suddenly remembered that Craig was going to make an announcement at dinner. I sat in the car for a minute, bracing my self, and then unbuckled my seatbelt.

With one more gulp, I closed the door, (double locking it) and walked towards my house.


(A/N): Any mistakes can be blamed upon me, Abrainiac, who can't wait to see how Kenzie is gonna react! Ahaha, love you all; check out my fanfics! Just author search Abrainiac, because I'm awesome =D