There was a time before the whole Dakota incident. Even before the car wash incident. It was when Rachel and Finn kissed. Some feeling welled inside me that I knew it well. It as jealousy mixed with happiness. I was jubilant my love got what she wanted most, but I was still upset I wasn't Finn at that moment. They pulled away. Probably because Finn had Quinn or that whole bullshiz, or so she though. I think he got a boner too easily, I laughed in my head. Once he left the auditorium, I entered.

"Rach?" I called, walking down the theatre steps. "Are you okay, love?" She buried her wet face in her hands and I just sat there with her and touched her back. I didn't ever really know how to deal with a crying girl seeing as I probably have Asperger's Syndrome.

"Wh-what is it?" I questioned, wetting my lips nervously, but already knowing the answer.

"He doesn't like me!" she cried.

I rocked her back and forth. "Of course he does. But I don't think he can stand to hurt Quinn," I lied. I'd tell her later,and we'd laugh about it and she'd understand and not be upset about it anymore. "I mean... I like you, but of course I'm a girl so it's different than a guy... I would think. 'Cause I've never been a guy. But he really does like you. We're kind of friends. He implied it twice, and then finally told me. But he can't just leave Finn for you- ya know? That'd be evil. Sorry. I'm not odd in these kind of situations and I was always raised to talk a lot dring them- but I don't really have parents, anyways."

"You don't have parents?" Rachel whimpered, looking up at me. I was screaming inmy head how happy I was to have achieved in getting her mind off of something.

"No. My brother and I were disowned when I came out as bisexual and he came out as gay," I sighed.

"He still calls them Mum and Dad- but I call them by their first names and they're really evil people. I have a sister named June, and she's married and pregnant. I'm supposed to be the godmother and Spencer the godfather because her mum and dad don't consider me her sister. What are your parents like?" I giggled after going on and on.

"I have two dads and we still don't know who my real father is after they mixed their sperm. I never really knew my mother. My dads are also an interracial couple. So, since one is Irish and one is black, I try to think o skin-tones. But that's hard since I'm Caucasian and never burn in the sun, making me lean toward Daddy Miles, the black one, but then just being totally Caucasian, I lean toward Daddy Gawain, the Irish one. But then again, I don't know anything about my mum, so I don't know really. We don't care about finding out whose my mother anyways," she explained. I giggled a little bit at all of this.