I profusely apologize for this short chapter and the days I took before updating! I've had too much on my plate lately.

To B (who left a review regarding his/her opinion), I left you an explanation on the previous chapter. So to make things clearer, I advise you to check the author's note on the third chapter. :)

To Celine, A happy ending? Well, I did mark this fic as "Romance/Angst" for a reason, so that should work! ;) And thank you for your kind words!

"So, what's going on with you and Rachel?" Kurt asks as soon as he caught up with Finn in the hallway while on their way to last period. "She kept on throwing you pointed looks awhile ago in Chemistry."

Finn shrugs. He knows that he can tell Kurt anything regarding his current relationship with Rachel, and he so desperately wants to open up to someone who can most likely understand the whole situation. "I'm – I'm not entirely sure, dude," he admits honestly. "I mean, all I know is that whatever this is that's currently happening, it's as fucked up as hell," he adds. "We're actually supposed to meet up later and talk, finally. And – And I don't know, Kurt . . . It almost seems like a make-it or break –it moment, for me, y'know what I mean?"

Kurt offers him a small, sympathetic smile. "Look, Finn, Rachel's a close friend of mine, so obviously I know how her brain functions on many occasions."

Finn only nods, not quite able to pinpoint what his stepbrother is getting at.

Kurt sighs. "I just – I don't want you to give up easily, okay, Finn? I know this is hard for you, but this is hard for her, too, and Rachel's just, um, she's also very confused by the turn of events," he tells Finn, "Let's put it this way: you've hurt her, too, Finn. You may not realize it, but you did. Despite that, she still – she still has strong feelings for you, Finn. Believe me, she very much still does." He raises a brow, checking of Finn got his point. "See you later, big guy." And with that, Kurt strides away from him.

Albeit slightly intrigued on what Kurt could possibly mean, he heads over to his class.

He'll find out about that later.

Nervousness and anxiety are combined in him as he thinks about his upcoming encounter with Rachel this afternoon.

Only another hour and then he'll get to talk to Rachel.

And for some odd reason, he actually anticipates the moment.

Finally, finally, finally, something's gonna be done to fix things (or at least that's what he hopes anyway).

He enters the dark auditorium, searching around the place.

The fairly big space is empty, save for the one girl he's looking for that's sitting on the edge of the stage, swinging her feet carelessly.

He walks up to where she is and sat down beside her. She doesn't acknowledge him, not even with a small glimpse, but she's no doubt aware of his presence now – besides, it's not like she's expecting anyone else.

They stay silent for the first few minutes because she doesn't speak up at all, and he doesn't really have an idea on what to say, so he settles with clearing his throat (you know, just in case she really doesn't know that he's already here beside her).

"Am I – Am I late?" he stammers nervously. That couldn't be possible, though, because he made sure that he heads here before four-fifteen.

She shakes her head lightly.

"Oh," he says.

She sighs heavily, lifts her head up and turns to look at him. He doesn't know if he's being delusional or what, but he legitimately thinks that he recognizes a little tenderness in her gaze.

She drops her gaze, though, and averts her eyes, before finally speaking up. "Why Santana?"

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