A/N: I don't actually know a lot about Oxford, so if some of the references aren't true, just think of them as things they altered in the future. Really, I just wanted to do something in England, because the UK is the best. Enjoy!

Finn had never seemed more undesirable. He wasn't even out of his relationship, and he was making drunken comments about private moments in a high school fling that he ended? It made Rachel's blood boil. furiously, she flung open the doors to the library. James is sitting at attention in their favorite spot-the little window seat in the back of the room. It was near the kids books, so no one ever really went there, and it was so peaceful to look outside, and smile at the fresh air, and chirping birds. She started before he could even open his mouth.

"I am so sorry. You know that nothing has happened between me and Finn for years, and I find it completely unacceptable to make comments like that. Unresolved feelings for me aside, he should be able to be an adult, and let my personal relationships be. I must apologize profusely on his part, and it won't happen again. I informed him, maybe a bit harshly, that our affairs are completely separate now that high school is over, and the best way to look at me is as a loyal friend, and teammate. Not as a potential, or former love interest." James' arm snaked around her waist.

"It's okay. I'd be jealous too. Sit down, Ray. He isn't even relevant right now. He hurt you, and you had every right to be harsh, but now it doesn't matter." She smiled faintly and allowed herself to be pulled onto the long cushion. "Can you help me with my lines, please?" James handed her a thick script.

"Yeah. Thank-you for letting that go so easily; I feel awful about it. I've ruined relationships by looking back too much, or not being over someone, but not now. That's never been the case with you. We're real, you and I. Never forget that no matter what anyone else does, it won't affect the way I feel right now." She squeezed his hand and pulled away. "Where do you want to start? I noticed that you've been having some trouble with Act 2. Shall we try it from the top?"

Class was really boring in college. Most kids blew it off, and the ones that did come were simple annoyances. Usually, Rachel spent the time scribbling down lyrics in the margins of her notes, but today, there were other things at hand. James might be over the Finn incident, but she wasn't. That just wasn't what was supposed to happen.

She'd known for a long time that Finn's feeling were never real for her. They were just a way of being held at night, and not having to tell people you were alone. But the way his eyes flashed when James had wandered over… That wasn't something you could just conjure up. Unless Finn's acting skills had greatly improved since Rocky Horror. She knew they hadn't. He didn't act, just sang awkward love duets with Rachel in glee, played football for Quinn, ran errands for Quinn, defended his duets with Rachel to Quinn, broke up with Quinn, made-out with Quinn, and won titles at school dances with Quinn. It was all she could do to hope he hadn't been hurt by her too badly, just badly enough to back off. His half-smile wasn't intoxicating anymore, it was stupid. His clumsy compliments weren't cute, they were aggravating. Finn was aggravating. Because he thought he could just waltz in and reignite feelings that may very well ruin Rachel's relationship! She was running in circles with this. The main idea of her train of thoughts was that Finn, and everything related to Finn, was out of her life, and she didn't want him to come back in. But it looked like he actually wanted too. And that scared Rachel.

She ran her mind over fool-proof plans to ensure Finn's backing off, playing with tiny details from his life. What was something so important to him it was terrifying? More importantly, what was something that would rage at the idea of Finn and Rachel? Quinn.

A bell pealed through the sound of the professor's voice lecturing, and kids jumped up. Usually, Rachel stayed and made sure she had everything placed neatly in her bad, but she couldn't help herself. She needed to solve this problem the only way she knew how. Desperately, she threw the drawers in her single dorm room open and rummaged for a small packet of phone numbers that Mr. Schue had given each of the glee kids. They were the numbers of every glee student, and all teachers affiliated with glee in any way. Ms. Pillsbury, Mr. Schue, Mrs. Holliday-Schuester. But that wasn't important. What was important was the neat, size-12 print that read 'Fabray, Quinn.' Two columns stacked underneath the headings 'Home' and 'Mobile.' Quinn's mobile was the only one listed. In Rachel's haste to dial the phone, she misdialed a few times. But when she finally got it right, she threw back on her starred bedspread.

"Hello?" There it was. That fragile little voice that haunted Rachel, and forced her to be the best.

"Yes, Quinn. It's Rachel Berry. There's something you should know." Rachel could practically hear Quinn's eyes rolling in her head.

"Look, all that stuff you told me at graduation… It was incredibly awkward, and I'd really just forget about it. We are not buddy-buddy, and I really don't appreciate that you feel the need to stalk me. I am waiting for my fiancee to return from a lengthy, therapeutical trip to England-"

"Fiancee? Finn didn't tell me that when he came to see me, and then mouthed off to my boyfriend about us making out." The line went silent. "Quinn, are you still there? Because I'd really like to keep my life going at the happy pace it is now, and Finn dropping in on me, and asking me out wasn't the plan."

"You're lying to me. You just couldn't resist the chance to ruin my life, so when Kurt, or Mercedes, or someone told you Finn was away, you umped at the chance-"

"Please, Quinn. I can put my boyfriend on to validate this. I can even go get Finn from down the street. All I'm proposing is that you help me help you. I don't want him around, and if he knew you were informed of his traitorous doings, he would go crying back to you."

"Damn, Berry, for a dwarf you have a big brain. I'll call him. Let him know that I found out. Maybe I'll even slip in your name to infuriate him against you. I never thought I'd say this, but Berry, I'm glad you called.

Sorry it was so short, but something important DID happen!