AN: Sorry about the huge gap in between the update and how short the chapter is. I had to buy a new laptop because my baby died a horrible death. My niece was playing around me while I was on it and spilled her damn apple juice on it. I couldn't save my files so I am currently recalling how I typed this story the first time. Thank you for your patience. Oh and A lot of Finchel in here, sorry it has to be done in order for the story to play out. All mistakes are mine, no Beta.

Enjoy the update, Zoie.

R. P.O.V.

I felt a comforting arm being slung over my shoulders and leaned into the familiar embrace that came from uniquely Finn. I felt like I was on top of the world. Finn was it for me he had made me completely sure about being his girlfriend and my possible first. I looked up to him as we walked without a hurry towards the choir room to sit through another lecture on how we are the best thing that has ever happened to him. When we strolled into the room I saw Finn's usual seat beside mine was occupied by a certain blonde cheerleader.

"Oh hey Rachel!" the bubbly blonde greeted me. I smiled at her very innocent way of thinking and greeting.

"Brittany? Why aren't you sitting by Santana like usual? Not that I mind you sitting here at all." The blonde smiled at me in almost a patronizing way, dare I think it.

"I'm saving Quinn a seat. The cheerios needed more chairs because of the size of our group. So Sue took the extra chairs and one of ours." I nodded. I turned to Finn who in turn gave me a kiss and nodded in agreement to my silent question.

"I'll sit at the drums. To be even, will you go pick out the Christmas tree for Glee with me?" I think he saw the dubious look on my face because he continued. "I'll even ask my mom to make the vegan hot chocolate for us." A smile broke onto my face and I couldn't help but feel my heart swell and glow with adoration for his amendment.

"Okay, but on one condition I get to choose the Christmas top. Oh and my daddies said that they will cook the Christmas dinner and that you guys will handle the dessert." Finn nodded.

"So Hanukkah is over this Sunday, right?" I waited for him to continue. "Well I was thinking that on Friday the 21st we could go ice skating with the club as a small party." I beamed at his genuine kindness showing through his usual pensive expression.

"Of course, that sounds like a wonderful plan!" I saw that the majority of the club was already here so I decided to put a pause in the conversation for now and go onto sit down in my chair. Finn took his seat behind the drums and began spinning in the seat.

"Hi Quinn, what took you so long? I saved you a seat right next Rachel it was the only one left that wasn't being used by anyone important." I was about to interject at the jab aimed towards Finn but I was cut off.

"Thank you Britt, I appreciate this." The blonde with the short shaggy hair pulled up into the cheerios regulation pony said. Brittany got up and went to her seat by Santana and I saw Quinn immediately take a seat. I expected her to ignore me until I left or if she was forced to acknowledge my existence. So you could understand my surprise when I turned to her because I felt her gaze burning a hole into the side of my head. I was greeted by a genuine smile from her that reached her eyes in an almost daunting manner. I felt a shiver at her intense gaze and smile which seemed too genuine, too happy, too warming, and just too perfect. I offered her a smile back, hesitant at first but my many years of acting stopped my falter in its tracks.

"Hey Rachel, how are you?" the question seemed innocent enough. I searched her hazel eyes for any hostility or a sinister glint of a brewing prank, but I saw nothing wrong.

"Hello to you as well Quinn. I am quite alright if I do say so myself, how do you find yourself today?" I waited patiently as she pondered her answer.

"Great actually listen can we talk after Glee? I wanted to talk to you about a possible friendship. A clean slate, tabula rasa?" I was about to answer when I heard the curly haired man try to move us inspirationally. Little did I know that these six words would open the gates to hell both literally and figuratively. These words opened the gate. These words broke the dam that was Quinn Fabray's sanity.

Those six words changed my life.

"Yeah we can talk after Glee."