DISCLAIMER: I neither own Glee nor the characters. They are the property of Ryan Murphy and FOX. This is purely for fun. Enjoy :)

A/N: I have finally decided how many chapters this story is going to be and how it is going to end! I can't wait to bring the final chapters to life!

Hey Jealousy

Chapter Six: Spy Games

Finn woke up to the morning sun shining in his face. . . wait, it couldn't be morning. He only got afternoon sun in his room, that's the reason why he used to sleep in all the time before dance practice. . .

He turned over and looked at his clock. It was 2 in the afternoon. Thank God it was Sunday.

He fell back onto his bed with no intention of going back to sleep. He was so exhausted last night; he was relieved he had this one morning to sleep in. Yesterday he had an away game for basketball and he was up pretty early for a Saturday. That combined with the rest of his hectic week had made him feel more than a little fatigued. When he came home from the game yesterday, he plopped on his bed and slept. And slept. And slept.

At least he felt better and not so drained. He was still riding a bit of a high from his date with Rachel on Friday, but she hadn't contacted him at all since. He shouldn't have gotten his hopes up. He was her last-minute date, after all. He sighed heavily and lifted himself out of bed. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had an afternoon all to himself. He barely knew what to do.

He walked around his little house and noticed that his Mom was no where to be found. She was probably picking up an extra shift at work. He wished she didn't have to work so hard sometimes.

He went back into his room and looked around for something to do. He saw a pile of homework but didn't feel like doing it. He figured maybe he could play video games. When he turned on his console though, he realized his controller was broken, the joystick had snapped off after he accidentally stepped on it last week. That's it! He could go to the mall, go to Game Stop, and pick up a new controller. Then he could spend the afternoon catching up on the XBOX games he'd been ignoring lately. He got dressed but hesitated when he picked up his phone to leave.

He wondered what Rachel was doing. Probably spending the afternoon with Jesse. He figured he should be used to the jealousy he felt spreading through him whenever he thought of his rival but it still surprised him every time. He wanted to see her though. Before he could stop himself, he flipped his phone open and pressed two, her number for speed dial. The only person above her on his phone was his Mom. He could hear ringing and he prayed he wouldn't make an ass out of himself over the phone. She picked up on the third ring.

"Hello?" It was funny how much her voice made him feel better.

"Rachel?"

"Hey Finn, what's up?"

"I'm bored." He heard her laughing on the other end.

"Ah, I see."

"Do you want to go to the mall with me? I need to buy a controller for my XBOX and I don't feel like going by myself. If you don't have plans with Jesse that is." He had to choke down the bile rising in his throat when he said his name.

"No. He hasn't been answering my calls since Friday. I'm kind of mad at him." That was the best piece of news he'd heard all weekend.

"Then come with me. I'll pick you up in a half an hour."

"Okay Finn. See you soon."

He hung up the phone and jumped around his room a little bit, getting ready maniacally. Originally he was going to leave the house in sweatpants and an old t-shirt, but he rummaged around his room, trying to find his favorite American Eagle polo and a clean pair of jeans. He shaved and even flossed.

He marveled at his luck. Another quasi-date with Rachel for the second time in one weekend! And she was mad at Jesse to boot! Today was the perfect opportunity to earn more brownie points with her.

He pulled up in front of her house in exactly a half an hour. He even left his house a few minutes early because he was so excited to see her. When she got in the car she gave him a kiss on the cheek. He already knew it was going to be a good day.

"So why do you think Jesse isn't answering your calls?" He knew he was prying, but he needed to know the details of their relationship. It was driving him mad.

"You do NOT want to hear it." She turned away from him.

"Now I want to know even more!" She looked at him shyly.

"I'll tell you if you let me ask you a question first." He nodded his head.

"Sounds fair. What's up?"

"Do you regret what you did with Santana?" It sounded like she was in pain just from saying her name. He knew exactly how she felt. He hated digging up those terrible memories, but he would talk with her about it. She deserved that much.

"Absolutely. I regret it every day. It wasn't right, you know? I let her do it cause I was. . .not in a good place. Looking back, I think I'll always regret having my first sexual experience with a girl I didn't care about in a movie theater. I kind of wish I could take it all back." She nodded and looked very pensive.

"Jesse's been pressuring me to sleep with him."

He thought he was going to swerve off the road again. What was it about this girl that made him lose control of moving vehicles when she spoke?

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, he picked me up on Thursday after Glee and he wanted to do it in his car after he took me to dinner. I said no and he got upset, asking me what I was waiting for, and telling me that he had needs I wasn't fulfilling. I hesitated because I was a little offended, but I was mostly scared. He knew I was still a . . .you know. . .virgin. I didn't know what to say, so he just dropped me off at home." She looked up at Finn and he thought he would have to pull over the car, he was sure he was going to crash it. She looked so sad, he wanted to wrap his arms around her. "I didn't want to do something I was sure I was going to wind up regretting."

He was torn between screaming with joy and screaming in anger. How dare that little bastard make Rachel feel bad for not wanting to have sex with him in a car! Her very first time! Thank God his Rachel was strong and confident. Chicks are right, there are men out there who really are pigs. . .

"So let me get this straight. He gets pissed at you for not having sex with him in a car, cancels a date you had planned months in advance of even meeting, and then on top of that he refuses to answer your calls?" She nodded her head sadly. "I think I would make a much better boyfriend. I would never do any of those things. Especially to you." Her head shot up and she looked at him with eyes as wide as saucers. A slow smile crept on her face and she didn't look so upset about it anymore.

"Yeah I think you totally would make a better boyfriend."

Finn walked into the mall with Rachel at his side, feeling like he won the lottery. He led them to the food court so he could have his breakfast, well, his lunch actually. He scarfed down a plate of Chinese noodles while Rachel nibbled on a cinnamon pretzel. They sat across from each other in the little food court tables. He looked up at her from his plate of noodles and smiled. She had some cinnamon on her lips. He wanted to lean over the table to kiss it off and run his tongue along her lips to lick off the cinnamon sugar. . .

He snapped out of his daydream. He recognized someone walking in the distance behind Rachel's head. Far across the food court, way behind where Rachel was sitting, he saw the one person he did not want to see.

Jesse was here at the mall. Holding hands with a tall blond girl.

He froze in his seat. Rachel looked up from her pretzel and saw that he was looking somewhere behind her. She almost turned her head around to see what he was looking at. . .

"Uh, Rachel?" She turned around at him and smiled. "I forgot I have to run to the sporting goods store really fast. . .My, um, jock strap snapped at the game yesterday and I have to buy a new one. Go run to the music store while you wait for me. I'll meet you in the FYE okay?" She nodded but looked a bit confused. He got up and walked across the food court, in the direction of the sporting goods store and Jesse the cheating, nasty prick. . .

He saw Jesse lead his tall blond date across a partition of the food court. He was going in for a reconnaissance mission; time for Finn 2.0 to be a spy. He sat behind the little wall and crouched so he could hear what they were saying. . .

"I was really surprised when you called me last night Jesse. I haven't heard from you since you started seeing that girl from Lima."

"Yeah, I'm getting pretty tired of her though. She's still a virgin, and she won't give it up to me at all. I'm probably going to break up with her soon, anyway. I thought I could at least get some information on their poor excuse for a Glee club, but she's even keeping that from me. I'll keep her for a little while longer though, maybe she'll change her mind. So in the meantime, I called up my Darling Amber for a bit of fun."

"Of course you did, you can't resist me." Finn wanted to puke. All these conceited people needed to be shipped to an island somewhere far away. Was romance completely dead in their generation? Was it all just about the fucking?

He had heard enough. Enough to know that this cheating douche would never be good enough for Rachel. All the time and energy he had wasted being jealous of this guy. . . he was glad he was nothing like Jesse. He crawled away as much as he could before he straightened himself out to walk to the FYE to meet Rachel.

He was better. He was a real man. Someone who knew sex was more than just getting a girl to open her legs. It was about love and passion and sharing something intimate with a person you care about. Not calling up a quick fuck or getting laid in a car.

What was he going to tell Rachel? Is this how she had felt when she knew about his secret- Quinn and the baby that was never his? His heart still stung like small splinters were in his chest whenever he allowed himself to think of that baby. He pretended Quinn wasn't pregnant just to get through Glee rehearsals in the beginning. Now whenever he caught himself looking at Quinn's ever-expanding stomach, he just sighed heavily.

The burden of the secret was on him now. Should he tell Rachel that her boyfriend was cheating on her? Technically she was cheating on him, too, but he and Rachel weren't sleeping with each other. They just happened to hold hands and sometimes kiss and he was head-over-heels in love with her. . .

He remembered what she had said to him that fateful day before Sectionals. She didn't want to stand by and watch him be hurt when she knew she could do something about it. He barely understood what she meant then, but he knew exactly what she was trying to say now. He felt the same. He didn't want to see her be in any more pain. He wouldn't stand by and watch his best friend and unrequited love be pressured into sex with a guy who calls other chicks for sex on the side anyways. It was like he was trying to steal her virginity away from her.

He would tell her. He owed it to her to tell her the truth like she did for him. But not today. He wanted today to be perfect between the two of them. He wanted to get his one afternoon with Rachel before he had to tell her the truth. He walked into the FYE and saw her in the Musicals Section. Of course. She was browsing through a DVD package of Rodgers and Hammersteins greatest musicals. He laughed and she turned around, startled at his sudden reappearance.

"Hey you, did you get your jock-strap?" Ah, shit, the jock-strap! What a great spy he was; he couldn't even remember to back up the lies he told her.

"Um, they didn't have my size. I'm too, um, big." He said it before he even realized it was coming out of his mouth. They both blushed furiously at what his statement implied. "Um, I mean, um. . .yeah." He gave up trying to explain. He was too awkward to function.

Rachel began to laugh so loud the other people in the store were starting to stare. She held her arms around her waist and he had never seen her laugh so much before. He joined in on the laughter and she giggled until she was blue in the face. When the giggles finally subsided she grabbed him by the hand and led them to the cashier to pay for her DVD's. They ran to Game Stop to buy his controller and they made it back to his car, holding hands the entire time.

"Finn?" She asked when he pulled up to her house.

"Yeah Rachel?"

"Do you think, if Jesse and I break up. . .you and I can work things out?" He smiled as warmly as he could and kissed the back of the hand he had been holding the entire ride.

"Of course. I told you I would wait as long as it takes." She beamed at him.

"Thank you, Finn. I'll see you tomorrow at lunch."

He was on cloud nine when she left the car. He had the information he needed to break up Jesse and Rachel for good. All he had to do was wait until tomorrow and tell her, then they could finally be together; she had said it herself!

The only problem was that he had to break her heart first in order to make it his.

Salut Mes Amis!

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