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I struggled a lot with this chapter, it was very difficult for me to decide in which direction I wanted to take the story. I give my infinite thanks to hope813 for her advice and her brainstorming with me in my time of need. Thanks Finchel Soul-Mate. This chapter is for you.

Hey Jealousy

Chapter Four: Song and Dance

"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight . . . And one. . ." Finn looked like he belonged in a Special Education class, he was trying so hard to count and dance at the same time it almost looked sad. He was frustrated with his own body. It was so large and lanky and long and cumbersome when it came to dancing.

He sighed deeply. He looked around his living room and said a silent prayer of thanks that his Mother wasn't here to see her only son lumber around her living room like an overgrown hairless gorilla. He was never going to get as good as Jesse while he practiced alone in his house, barely able to keep up with the timing of the song. That he was counting himself.

He was still burning with anger from their confrontation that afternoon. Jesse's remarks about his team and what he thought of his competition still blazed through him like wildfire and he thought he deserved an award for not punching Jesse when he insinuated that he and Rachel would sleep together. He was worried though. What if Jesse was able to charm Rachel into bed? What if she had already started doing stuff with him? She would never do that, would she? No way, not his Rachel. . . He felt his heart seize in his chest, then explode in a flood of jealousy.

He shook those depressing thoughts out of his head but the fires of jealousy still flickered in him. He had to resort to drastic measures in order to get her back. He needed help with his dancing and his singing. He needed to be as perfect as Jesse in a little over a month and find a way to prove to Rachel he loved her enough to win her back. . .

Wait, what did he just think to himself?

The realization hit him like a basketball to the face. He stood stationary in the middle of his living room, stunned at his epiphany. His heart started to pound ferociously.

He loved her. He actually loved Rachel Berry. He knew it know. He thought he was being crazy, being almost borderline obsessive, but it was just plain love. She was his angel, she was his everything. She would be the strength he needed to win Regionals and he realized now exactly how much he cared about her. His heart gave another pounding thud in his chest and it took him a second to sort out his feelings.

Great. Just add love to the whole list of crazy emotions he was feeling these days. He was like a walking soap-opera; the burning jealousy, the fiery anger, the thirst for vengeance, the pain of unrequited love he shared with a girl who was dating his arch enemy. . .

He smiled to himself. He had an arch enemy. Like a super hero.

Bitchin'.

He distracted himself with other amusing thoughts of the comic book nature before he returned to the task at hand.

He needed help. He knew he could ask Rachel for singing lessons and that was one of his plans. He would start getting closer to her by practicing together as much as possible. He would use this time to show her how much she meant to him and how dedicated he was to winning.

But she couldn't help him dance. Sure she was a good dancer herself, but he was a guy, he needed to learn how to dance like other guys in order to learn how to move in his own lanky, gangly skin. Besides, he kind of wanted to secretly get good so he could surprise her. Use it all to his advantage in his plans to win her over.

That's where Mike Chang came in. He was Part A of his plan, Operation Song and Dance. It took him hours to come up with a proper code-name for his mission.

He had waited for the end of Glee rehearsal earlier that afternoon to talk to Mike. He pulled him aside and asked him if he could stay for a minute. When the practice was over, Mike hung around.

"What's up dude?" Finn was a little nervous. He liked Mike, he thought he was a pretty chill guy. They had never been close friends, but he still respected him and admired the way he danced. He was hoping he could help him.

"I need to ask you a personal favor, but I need you to keep it on the down-low." Mike raised an eyebrow in confusion and nodded for Finn to continue. "I need you to help teach me how to dance." Mike nodded his head in understanding.

"Is this about that Vocal Asshole?" Finn laughed for the first time all day. He would have to use that nickname another time. . .

"Yeah. I want to kick his ass so bad it hurts." Mike nodded.

"Well I guess I can tutor you a bit. It's not going to be easy though. I practice at a dance studio and everything, I've been taking jazz, hip-hop and modern dance for almost ten years." Holy Shit! He was like the Rachel of dance! But that was exactly what he needed, so he was ready to beg for help if need be.

"I'll do it Mike, anything you say, I'll wear tights if you tell me to."

"Okay, then meet me at the school's dance studio every morning at seven. We can practice for an hour before school every day. It'll be good for you, help loosen you up every day. Tomorrow is lesson one. Tonight just work on the dance moves we did today." Finn shook his head enthusiastically; it would suck waking up an extra hour early in the morning, but he was seriously determined to learn how to dance as well as Jesse so he agreed.

"Thanks Mike. I owe you a solid. You have no idea." They bumped fists with each other and Finn started to leave. Mike had one question for him though.

"Do you really want to win this for the team, or is it all for Rachel?" Finn turned around again.

"Would you refuse to help me if I told you it was for her?" Mike shook his head and looked sympathetic.

"No. I'm just curious. She might be, like, the biggest diva I've ever known, but she deserves a lot better than that jerk. And you've been through a lot too, you deserve to be happy. But this is just an observation from a guy who has way too much time on his hands at Glee rehearsal."

Finn smiled and felt nothing but gratitude for Mike. He might be the only male friend he had right now.

"It's all for her Mike. I'm doing it all for her. See you in the morning."

Now he was stuck practicing on his own, but only for tonight. Tomorrow he would have his first real dance lesson and he could start proving to Rachel that he was better than that Vocal Asshole would ever be.

He got up the next morning at 6:30. He rushed to get everything together and ran out the door to make it to school by 7. He met Mike in the dance studio, and they started his first lesson. Finn tried his hardest to absorb every detail and every piece of advice that came out of Mike's mouth.

"You have to feel loose, Finn. Dancing is like turning your body into a piece of moving art. Once you feel comfortable and loose in your own skin, you'll be able to move more fluidly. Right now you look choppy, but it's okay, it's a start. Glee has helped you a lot already. Work on being loose but in control of your limbs at the same time. Once you can balance that, we can start on the more difficult styles of dance."

Finn remembered this one piece of advice over all the others from that morning. That was his dilemma, he was never loose enough to really get into learning how to dance. He always felt uncomfortable in his own skin, that was one of his main problems. He always cared too much about what others thought about him and he never allowed himself to be loose enough to dance properly.

He would change that. New Finn was updated and improved, and one of those improvements was the willingness to do anything, no matter how stupid he looked, to win Rachel's affections back.

He saw Rachel by her locker later that afternoon, getting her books for Math. He braced himself, this was where Part B of his plan would come into effect. He walked up to her and leaned against the lockers. She closed her locker and noticed him there. She startled a bit but smiled.

"Hey Finn, what's up?" Here it goes, stretch out those acting muscles Finn!

"I need your help." He said seriously. Like the guys in Soap-Operas did.

"What is it, what's wrong?" She got a panicked look in her eyes and maybe he was too good an actor, he toned his intensity down a bit.

"Nothing is wrong Rachel, but I do need your help with something." She nodded and waited for him to continue. "I need you to give me singing lessons." She stepped back a bit shocked. He knew he was asking a lot from her. He remembered all too well what had happened the last time he had asked for singing lessons and he could sense her hesitance.

"Why Finn, you sound great. . ." He cut her off in a huff.

"No! I sound terrible compared to how well Jesse can sing and I'm the male lead; It's time for me to step up and be as good as everyone expects me to be." He took one of her hands in both of his and looked at her softly. Her eyes were as wide as saucers. He leaned over and whispered urgently, "I need you Rachel, you're the only one who can help me. I'm doing this for the team, for Mr. Schue. . . for you. Do it for me please; you're my best friend. For the Love of Glee?"

She smiled warmly at his little joke and the shock melted away from her face. She looked so beautiful. He wanted to kiss her, her hand felt so small and warm in his hands and her hair smelled like apples. . .he loved apples. . . he loved her. . .

She pulled her hand away. Moment killed.

"Okay Finn, but one lesson isn't going to help you beat a guy who has been training since pre-school."

"Everyday then. If we can't meet after school then we meet in the choir room at lunch. Deal?" She looked at him with nothing but skepticism in her eyes. "What's the problem?" If she said no, his plan was really screwed.

"Nothing, it's just that Jesse told me something last night on the phone and I'm starting to get worried it's true." The jealousy returned in full force. So now the little prick was talking to Rachel about him behind his back. . .what a pussy. . . .

"And? What did he say?" She looked nervous and he didn't want to push her but he needed to know.

"He said you had feelings for me. That you were trying to win me over or something." She was frowning and looking at him expectantly.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Time for Part C of his plan.

"I care about you Rachel. I always have." Rachel was shocked at his candidness.

"So what is this? Are you doing this all to mess with me?"

"No Rachel. Absolutely not. I owe you so many apologies it's disgusting and I intend on making up for every shitty terrible thing I have ever done to you. Right now, I just need you to know how I feel about you. I'll be here, waiting for you Rachel. I'll wait as long as it takes."

She stood there, stunned at the change in conversation. He knew she understood the parallels that this conversation implied. At first she was the one willing to be hurt just to spend an hour singing with him and share special secret moments while she was forced to see him with another girl. Now he was doing the same to himself. She realized the torture he was putting himself through, and what it meant.

"So will you help me?" She looked up at him again and he could see the battle she was fighting within herself. If she said yes, she would be purposely entering a scenario where she would be tempted by him and his affections while she was seeing someone else. If she said no, she would be turning her back on him and his efforts and proving once and for all that she cared more about Jesse than Finn. She looked up at him with steady eyes. She had made her decision.

"Okay Finn, I'll help you. I'll meet you at three in the choir room."

The hope in his heart swelled so much he thought his heart was going to burst right out of his chest. He lifted Rachel up in a hug and spun her around in the hallway.

"Thank You Rachel! You won't regret it I swear!" The bell rang.

"I regret it already! Just get to class!" She screamed at him, a slight hint of amusement in her tone. He released his hold on her and watched her walk away to her next class.

He stood in the hallways a bit dazed. She had said yes, even after he admitted that he had feelings for her. He knew he had to take it much slower now. If he scared her off too fast she would never see that he was being truly sincere about the singing, and not just chasing after her to mess with Jesse. He would go back to being friends with her as much as he could, and try to impress her with her singing and his secret dance lessons.

He smiled on his way to his next class.

Operation Song and Dance was a go.

Salut mes Amis!

Rachel has become Finn, Finn has become Rachel, Up is Down and Left is Right!

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Merci Mille Fois

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