Finn's POV

There was a grand staircase in the Hotel, I walked down with Sam. Mercedes was right next to Sam. Apparently since Nationals they've gotten real close. It was weird. I didn't like sharing my best friend around sometimes. It felt weird. Mr. Schue was down at the bottom of the staircase. He stood next to a taller brown haired man. We gathered in the form of a half circle. If you were looking straight down above us, it would look like a smiley face.

"New Directions, please meet a dear friend of mine, Henri Mancini", Mr. Schue said.

The New Directions greeted him but Santana had to have the last word, "Why's he here?"

Mr. Schue cleared his throat, "Henri is an expert when it comes to speaking Italian, he moved here, what, like 7 years ago. He's an amazing bass-baritone. I've asked him to accompany us on our trip to help translate and he gave us 13 tickets to his concert Saturday evening."

"Can you speak some italiana for us" Brittany asked.

"Avete veramente bello agli occhi", he said.

All the girls went crazy, because they loved the sound of a guy speaking in an accent. Brittany smiled, then gave a confused look, "What does that mean?"

"You have really beautiful eyes" he said.

Santana rolled her eyes. "Can we go now? I'm starving and I wants to get my eating on."

Mr. Schue and Henri leaded us out of the hotel. It was just a 10 minute walk to the restaurant. Outside people were riding on Vespa's, people shopping. It was so….different but normal at the same time.

We arrived at the restaurant, Panattoni, Henri explained to us that this place is mainly Pizza and Salad. Mr. Schuester planned out everything. He scheduled and made reservations all before the trip. We sat at table seated for 14, I sat down, Sam to my right, with Rachel to my left. She kept on talking about the awesomeness of Rome. Like she did about New York. Like a boss, I wasn't paying attention but I nodded like I was. We were lucky enough to get a waitress who did speak both English and Italian.

We ordered one everything-on-it Pizza and one regular Pepperoni Pizza. I think it was obvious to the Italians around us that we were from America. We spent the rest of dinner just talking to Henri, he told us how he was basically poor when he moved here, but found his way into music. He started working at a market and on breaks he would perform music. Some guy eventually discovered him and signed him to an Italian record company. His life changed from that moment. This guy pretty much started out with nothing, and got everything he's ever wanted in the end. The rest of dinner was spent with everyone in the Glee Club trying out Italian accents and laughing at the worst ones. Mine in particular was terrible, but Sam told me it was perfect.

We left the restaurant, and Henri treated us for some Ice Cream, or as the Italians call it….Gelato at Gelateria Della Palma. He thinks that we're a good group of kids, he wants to hear us sing something during our time here. He sees a lot of talent in our group. He's a nice guy. Someone you could look up too.

Henri left, and Mr. Schue let us walk around the city. There was like this mini fountain thing near our hotel. I walked over to it. It was pretty awesome. I turned to see Brittany wheeling Artie around, Mike and Tina were hugging and being all romantic. Santana and Quinn were taking pictures and Mercedes and Sam laughing and having fun. They were spending a lot of time together lately. Rachel came up to me.

"Hey Finn", she said.

"Hi Rach", I said while I sat down by the fountain, she sat down next to me.

"Henri is pretty cool, don't you think? I mean he's a real inspiration, I mean he started out having nothing, and then gaining everything", she babbled on. I just nodded as she spoke. I looked at her and she had that look on her face, the look of confusion. "Are you okay?"

I turned to her, "Yeah, I'm fine. What makes you think something's wrong?"

She sighed, "Well, ever since Nationals, you don't talk to me as much anymore. It seems like you're avoiding me. I feel like you hate me".

I shunned my face, "I…I don't hate you Rach".

"Then what is going wrong with you….us? I feel like we aren't friends anymore", she said, her eyes starting to fill with tears.

"Before we went on the stage for Nationals, I said I love you, you told me you loved me back - - -".

"I do love you", she cut me off.

"If you love me then, why aren't we together?" I asked her.

"Finn, it's just too complicated", she said.

"I think you and your whole dream of New York is complicated", I got up and went straight to the hotel.

I was angry with Rachel, I seriously didn't know how I could handle two weeks in a foreign country with her. I just wanted to scream and yell. I've been in love with only 2 girls before. Quinn and Rachel. But they both broke my heart. In the category of love, I fail to find the right people.

I sat on my bed and whipped out my computer and went on Facebook. After what seemed like hours that only 10 minutes, Sam walked in. He noticed that I was in a bad mood.

"Hey, dude", Sam hung up his jacket in the closet near the door. He walked over to his bed and sat facing me, "Are you okay? I saw you and Rachel talking and you left angrily", he said to me.

"I'm fine. Rachel just….she's complicated and I don't want to have anything to do with her. She's childish and sometimes immature", I couldn't help but bash on her. I was pissed.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down, I know Rachel hurt you, but she means well", he said while he kicked off his shoes.

I turned my computer off, "Dude, I'm in love with her. She says she loves me, but whatever we have together is complicated. I'm sick in tired of falling for girls who always break my heart", I said in a firm voice.

"Maybe you need to find a girl better suited for you man", he went through his drawers to find a shirt to sleep in.

"You just don't understand dude", I stormed off onto the patio, porch, deck thing our room had and just looked at the view. Sam followed me and patted my back.

"Dude, I know you're hurting, but don't hate me when I say this, maybe not being with Rachel is for the best?" he said.

"How is it for the best? I have so many strong feelings for her. I just can't let her go, it's impossible for me to do", I sniffled, I can't believe I was crying over a girl.

"Well, maybe it's time you find someone else", he said. Looking straight forward to the view of Rome. "You should find someone who isn't Rachel or Quinn. Someone who you know loves you for the little things that make you special. Someone who doesn't have an obsession with gold stars and being Prom Queen. Someone who has the same interests as you. That person is out there for you man. You just have to go out and find them and they'll find you too."

Sam was right. I always expected my heart to get broken eventually. I always had bad luck with relationships when it came to girls. They either lie, cheat, steal or do all 3 at the same time.

"Thanks Sam", he smiled at me.

"I'm going to go take a shower. Mr. Schue wants us to sleep good and be up by 8, and down by the lobby at 9 tomorrow morning", Sam left the porch and headed to the bathroom.

I felt terrible, and whenever I felt terrible. I started to think. Sam was right, I need to find someone that has the same interests as me, and loves me for the weird quirky things I do. Someone who isn't stuck up and selfish, someone who treats me as an equal in a relationship.

It's no lie. Whenever I have a girlfriend, they treat me like crap. I started to wonder if there is anyone out there in Lima who likes me and wants to be with me. But all the girls that are worth dating are taken.

No girl wants to date a guy who's apart of the Glee Club. That's just social suicide to them. I started to think harder, and when I did, the only person that was into the same things as me, was Sam. The one person that seems to really care about me, beside my mom and Burt…..is Sam. Even though Santana teased me about my "Puffy Pyramid Nipples", Sam knew she was wrong and that made me feel better.

Sam was the person I was looking for? Right. Right?

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