A/N: I have no idea if this chapter will make sense. It flicks between both girls views, and I really tried to put a meaning behind their actions and thoughts, I hope you guys get it. Also sorry if I ramble a bit in the chapter, Idk. I hope not. Again, thanks for all of the reviews from the last chapter, they were so sweet and I'm really glad you guys liked it! Sorry for any mistakes, I have read over it but It's 1am and I'm tired so I might have missed stuff. My 'beta' read half of it but she's not around at the moment to look at the rest and I wanted to update, so, I'll check it over again tommorow.
"Who are you talking about in the letter?" She asked, but she knew. The way Quinn stuttered and the way she looked at her in that moment told her. How could she not have realised before? She'd never been able to work out the meaning behind all of the looks that Quinn had been giving her, why she was so opposed to her marrying Finn, why she had been so kind lately. This explained it all, heck, it even explained why she'd been so horrible to Rachel to begin with if she thought about it. Could she have liked her that long?
Sadly, she found herself wishing that Quinn wouldn't tell her that it was Rachel she was talking about in the letter. It would make everything complicated. She'd have to tell Quinn that she didn't see her that way, and that would break her heart. Yet, the idea still excited her. Quinn Fabray could have feelings for her? Just thinking about the possibility made her heart race. No, she was... she was going to marry Finn.
Rachel, you don't want to marry Finn, she thought. But she questioned herself, who else would want to marry her? Even if Quinn said it was her in the letter it wouldn't matter, Rachel was straight. She had to be, if she was anything other than heterosexual she would have realised by now, she wouldn't have repressed it. Having two gay dads would have helped her realise sooner, so she couldn't be. Yet there was a hint of uncertainty in her thoughts.
"You," Quinn mumbled, and it caused Rachel's heart to explode and her mind to shrink away in fear, protesting. No, Rachel would know... she'd know if she liked girls. She couldn't lead Quinn on, she couldn't make her feel loved and then tear it away from her when she finally concluded that she was straight. That was wrong, it was horrible and it was wrong. Still, she couldn't stop herself from wondering, what if? She couldn't process it; her heart and her mind were in conflict. A secret she had kept from herself was suddenly making itself known; she wanted Quinn to feel this way about her. Yes but this doesn't mean you like her back. You're just happy to know that someone other than Finn wants you because you've spent your childhood being the outcast. Yes, that was right, that must be it. She had to set Quinn straight, right now.
"Quinn," she managed, but as soon as she saw the hungry look in Quinn's eyes as she strode towards her she forgot what she was about to say. Her mind span when she realised what was happening. Holy shit, Quinn's lips were so soft. There wasn't any beard bristle scratching at her skin, she wasn't being choked by an invasive tongue and there were no rough hands trying to force their way up her top; there was only desperation and passion. After the initial shock went away, Rachel found herself returning the kiss as well as enjoying it.
Pull away, she had been telling herself since Quinn had initiated the kiss but she was only just listening to it and she was about to when she heard Finn's voice. Crap. She pulled away quickly, as did Quinn, and instantly felt a giant stab of guilt course through her. Finn looked so confused, hurt and angry and sad; it broke Rachel's heart.
"What..." Finn began again, speechless, as he pointed between Quinn and Rachel. "What the fuck?" He shouted, throwing the flowers he was holding onto the floor in rage. Rachel didn't know what to say, "I...I," she managed to stutter out, before looking at Quinn for support. She was standing a few feet away from her glaring at Finn whilst biting her lip.
"You what?" he asked, locking his eyes on Rachel. "You fucking kissed her?" He accused, pointing his finger at Quinn whilst keeping his eyes on the frightened brunette. Tears were forming in Finn's eyes, and it caused Rachel to cry too. She'd hurt him, she'd hurt someone. Why did she always end up hurting someone? He was so good to her, he loved her and she'd done this to him. "No!" Rachel shouted. She hadn't kissed Quinn, the blonde had kissed her. "Well that's not what I saw," he choked, standing up straight. His pride had been hurt.
"I kissed her, she didn't kiss me," Quinn said. Rachel looked at her, she looked defeated but also like she had accepted the situation. No, Quinn was wrong; this wasn't her choosing Finn over her. Yes it is. She was just stating that it wasn't her who had kissed the blonde initially. No, you were saying you didn't kiss her and that you didn't want to. You want Finn. You're not attracted to girls, you would know if you were. Rachel just looked at the floor; this was all happening way too suddenly.
"And what gives you the right to kiss my girlfriend?" Finn roared, stepping closer to Quinn.
"She's not your girlfriend, Finn. You dumped her because you're fucking stupid, so don't start getting all defensive over her now," Quinn spat.
"We're still going to get married, she's still mine," he stated through gritted teeth, his fists clenched. Rachel looked back and forth between the two; she didn't know what to do. Quinn held her head up, "You aren't together at this exact moment in time, so I don't see what the problem is," she said, confidently, "It doesn't matter anyway she loves you, so..."
Rachel bit her lip; Quinn looked so small and sad. She didn't want to hurt either of them seeing as they both meant so much to her but Finn was her fiancé, she was pretty sure she was straight and Quinn's feelings seemed to have come out of nowhere. Finn looked at her questioningly, she nodded. She did love him, but you could say she was lying because Quinn and Finn were talking about a different kind of love. Finn smiled and Rachel found herself hating it... he looked so smug. The boy looked at Quinn, "I think you should leave," he said calmly. Rachel's heart sank, "She doesn't have anywhere to stay. She was going to stay here..." she said.
"Isn't your roommate here?" He asked. She shook her head. "Good then," he smiled as he pulled some keys out of his pocket, "I can stay here and Quinn can stay at my hotel room." The diva looked back to Quinn, maybe that would be for the best. Her heart cried out when she saw Quinn's face, it was stoic, void of any emotion at all and Rachel knew that meant she was hurting inside. Of course she's hurting, you idiot. The blonde nodded and took the keys, she looked at Rachel and the second their eyes met the diva rushed over to her and hugged her tightly. "Sorry," she whispered quietly in Quinn's ear. The blonde didn't hug Rachel back; she just stood with her arms at her sides. The other girl nodded again and walked away the second Rachel pulled out of the hug.
Rachel ignored Finn and turned to walk towards her dorm, she could hear the boy's awkward footsteps behind her.
The two had sat in silence for a while, Rachel wasn't sure how long. It wasn't until Finn spoke that she was pulled out of her thoughts. Her mind was swimming with confusion, guilt and so many other emotions. "Aren't you happy that I'm here?" He muttered uncertainly. The girl smiled, she was happy that he was here, she had missed him. "Of course I am," she said before turning and hugging him. They were both sat awkwardly on her bed which was the host of a pink duvet that was dotted with yellow stars. "You don't seem it."
"I am Finn; sorry I'm just a little stunned at the moment,"
"Why did Quinn kiss you?" He muttered, sounding like a confused child. "I don't know Finn, that's something you should probably ask her seeing as we didn't really get the chance to discuss it," she snapped. She didn't want to talk about it, she already felt so horrible. Finn apologised before gently rubbing the small of her back comfortingly. She had missed that.
They faded back into silence again and Rachel lay back on the bed whilst Finn took her hand. He shuffled around to look at her and they remained like that for a while. Rachel couldn't get the image of Quinn out of her mind, every second she pictured her defeated face her heart sank a little further. The girl kept telling herself over and over again that it was her fault; she had done that to Quinn, the girl who had already suffered so much. However, every time she considered the idea of being with the other girl she pushed the thought to the back of her mind. Straight. Finn. Fiancé. Love. But she didn't love Finn that way, It doesn't matter! You can love him, it takes time. You loved him once so you can love him again.
She kept telling herself she wasn't in denial. She only felt like this because she was happy that someone else saw her that way. The idea of Quinn liking her made her feel desired, and she liked that. She would have known if she were bisexual or gay because her dads are gay. She would have known by now; therefore she isn't. "Aren't you going to ask my why I'm here and not at Army training?" Finn whispered, piercing the silence. He sounded hurt that Rachel had forgotten that he shouldn't be here and that only made her feel guiltier. The brunette looked at him, pulling herself out of her thoughts. "Why are you here?" she asked.
"I was going to tell you sooner," he trailed off. "Tell me what?" Rachel asked, sitting up curiously. "A few weeks into the summer, I..."
"Yes?"
"After examining my medical records they told me that I couldn't join," he shrugged, looking down. Strangely, Rachel's heart sank when she heard that. After the initial heartbreak of Finn breaking up with her, she'd got it into her head that him leaving was a good thing. She would be able to focus on her dreams and she'd have some time to think – her life had been moving too fast. "Why?" she asked.
"I have asthma, it's been dormant for a few years but if you've had asthma past the age of thirteen you can't join. Something about like, being a liability if you have an asthma attack whilst you're on a mission or something, I don't know."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want you to be disappointed in me and I didn't want you to have to stick around in Lima whilst you waited for me. I couldn't do that to you." Normally, Rachel would have been overjoyed hearing that, knowing that the brown haired boy cared that much about her. That feeling had died many weeks ago when she'd tried to block away the pain of rejection which had resulted in her blocking away her feelings for Finn as well. She sighed. Tiredness was overcoming her, today had been exhausting. "Finn, I'm so sorry. You should have told me though," She said, hugging him. "Yeah, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I just wanted to make sure you were settled into NYADA first, and I decided to come here and surprise you," he said while grinning. He looked so proud of himself, like the fact that he was there would make her jump for joy. "Crap, I left your flowers outside," he sighed.
"It's fine, don't worry about it. I'm going to bed though, today's been long," she muttered before heading to the bathroom to change.
The floodgates had opened the second Quinn had left the campus. Tears streamed freely down her face as she tried to catch her breath. Finn was such a fucking idiot; he hadn't even told her where the hotel was. She didn't know where she was going and she had no clue what to do. All she was aware of was the horrible sound she was making and the coldness of her tears on her cheeks. Her mind had gone numb, she could barely remember why she was crying but she knew that she was experiencing too many negative emotions to stop. She was pinching at her arms, begging for the emotional pain to go away. She didn't want to feel this, she hated this feeling. She hated herself. Why was she so stupid? Of course nobody would want her, she was broken. She'd always been broken and lost and undesirable. Why would anybody want that? Her father didn't want her, Mr Schuester had hated her, Shelby despised her and her daughter would grow up to think that she was horrible and now Rachel had rejected her.
She desperately walked as far away from the campus as she could, she wanted to get away from this memory. She knew it. 'Don't get your hopes up Quinn,' she'd kept telling herself. Did she listen? No. Fucking stupid, she never listens to her own advice. It was Santana's fault, she'd encouraged her. No, it was her fault, she couldn't blame Santana, Quinn had her own mind.
The blonde had known that this would be the outcome but she had told herself she'd deal with it if it came to this. Get a grip, you're a mess. She sniffed and tried her best to wipe away the tears. There you go, it's okay. You didn't love her so there's no point in being sad, it was just a crush. You can do this.
Eventually she managed to stop her tears completely. Looking up she saw that it was dark now; she checked her phone for the time and saw that it was ten pm. She must have been walking for a while. The coldness slowly crept up on her and eventually she was shivering. She needed to find somewhere to stay. She checked the keys to see if the key ring attached to them had the name of the hotel on them. They didn't. Quinn let out a sigh.
Quinn found herself at the train station a long while later with her teeth chattering and her shoulder aching from where her duffle bag was digging in. Her tears almost started flowing again when she saw that the station was closed. A sign on the door told her that the train stopped running at eleven. She cursed and leant against the wall dropping her bag to the floor. The blonde debated texting Rachel to get the address of the hotel, but just thinking about the brunette made her stomach turn and threatened to release a new river of tears. She let her body slide down the wall and then lay hopelessly on the floor.
She had been so deluded.
Slowly, she opened her eyes. She didn't want today to happen for some reason. There was something she didn't want to remember but the second she moved it all came back to her. Pain shot through her back agonisingly as she took in her surroundings.
A child was standing a few feet away looking at her curiously. The little boy bounced away when his mother called, telling him to leave the poor girl alone. A poor girl - that was what she had been reduced too. She forced herself to sit up slowly. Clothes slid off of her as she did and she was momentarily confused as to how they got there before she remembered pulling them out of her bag last night for warmth. How pathetic.
She searched for a public restroom hoping that she'd find a mirror and a clean stall. Once she did, she hurriedly changed into the only set of clothes she hadn't used last night and brushed her teeth using the sink. When she had decided that she looked reasonably presentable she headed back to the station.
She found a train timetable and saw that the next train to New Haven would leave in half an hour. Whilst she fished in her bag for her metro pass she replayed the previous day's events in her mind but she had to force herself to stop as she felt new tears forming.
Quinn purchased a cup of coffee and a cupcake from the small cafe that resided in the station and tried to force herself to forget the whole thing as she waited for her train.
Rachel hadn't gotten the sleep that she wanted last night. She would have done if Finn hadn't been so persistent and she hadn't felt the need to repay him for her kiss with Quinn. She hadn't enjoyed it at all. Finn hadn't even waited for her to finish; he'd just pleased himself and then pulled away from her. She had found herself regretting it the whole time, but at least it eased her guilt where Finn was concerned.
The two were officially back together now. Rachel had cried once she was sure Finn was asleep because her mind was all over the place. She didn't understand herself at all, she felt like a new side of her was in competition with the old her, and she didn't know which one to listen too.
She hated it. She hated how her feelings for Finn had died, and she hated it even more that she still loved him as a friend and cared for him; she couldn't hurt him. Hurting Quinn instead of Finn had been the best option; she and the blonde had never been together so Quinn would get over it more quickly. However, Rachel couldn't seem to escape the fact that she was guiltier and more troubled at breaking Quinn's heart than she was about the fact that she was lying to Finn about her feelings.
Finn had left later that day saying that he would be staying in the hotel until next Monday. Rachel was annoyed at that because she desperately needed time alone to think. She had laughed later on that day when Finn had phoned her up yelling about how Quinn had taken the keys to the hotel room with her to Yale. He'd had to get a train there to collect them and Rachel could only imagine the resentment that had filled the air when the two of them had to face each other when he got to Yale.
NYADA was full of divas, Rachel included, but it was beginning to wind her up. All week she had dealt with others complaining that she wasn't doing this right and she wasn't doing that right; it was sickening. She'd lost sleep because she would practice in her room trying to be as perfect as possible. The lack of sleep was making her irritable. She was getting more and more stressed over the whole situation she had landed herself in with her fiancé and her friend. Finn had been visiting most nights and she hated it, she needed time to herself. Miss Tibideaux had been progressively getting more critical of Rachel's performances and it always seemed as though she found more flaws in Rachel than she did in everybody else. The brunette wasn't used to being the worst and it was unnerving. Everything was just pushing down on her and she felt like a balloon that was being blown up way past its capacity.
She was distracted, she knew that. If she wasn't so lost in her thoughts she'd be doing so much better in class. She tried her best to take notes on everything that she was being taught and absorb it like a sponge to be the best she could but she wasn't a sponge, she was a confused child and she was failing.
Her jaw tensed as she realised that Napoleon McPerfect was about to speak. She was already halfway to the door, she knew he was preparing to complain about Rachel's performance in that number, that's all he ever did. Rachel was out of time. Rachel didn't have the passion in her eyes for that scene. Rachel wavered a bit on that note. Uagh!
She'd had enough of everything as she stormed to her dormitory, she didn't care and none of them would care. Storming out was a regular thing around here apparently. The brunette was glad that she would get to see her dad's this weekend but she knew she'd have to lie to them about how her week had gone. Of course she loved NYADA, the first week had gone great, she was on her way to achieving her goals, but this week hadn't been that kind to her.
After Finn had arrived to pick up his hotel keys Quinn had felt sick to her stomach. She wanted to punch him in the face, she wanted him to hurt. It took all the control she had to stop herself from kicking him in the nuts, it was his fault! If he hadn't have turned up Rachel would have chosen her. Quinn, she was about to say no! Quinn could have changed her mind. It was possible, she could have had a chance! No, she doesn't want you. No one wants you.
She had slammed the door in Finn's face. He hadn't even said anything to her besides, "I'm here for my keys," and just that caused her to fire up in resentment. She'd thrown the keys out of the door before using all of her might to throw the thing forwards in his face. Hannah had sat there, shocked before the blonde had burst out in tears screaming about everything.
"And she fucking chose him! Of course she chose him. Actually no... Why would she choose him? He's a douche and he doesn't care about anyone but himself," she ranted. Hannah was being strangely comforting. She'd barely said more than three sentences to the girl since they'd met and suddenly she'd turned into Mother Teresa just because Quinn was a tad emotional. That didn't matter right now though, Quinn was too angry and too hurt.
The red haired girl had suggested that the two of them went clubbing at the end of the week so Quinn could get back her self confidence. The blonde had agreed; she'd do anything to forget the rejection she'd endured.
Her thoughts were already slow and confused, she hadn't even drank that much. She looked over at Hannah who was chatting with some guy at the bar and smiled, both of them turned to look at the blonde and she waved with a goofy grin on her face and walked over to them.
"Are you buying all of my drinks, Hanny?" Quinn asked devilishly. The other girl just nodded. "Wait...Hanny?" She laughed. Quinn was confused, wasn't that a regular nickname? No probably not, it didn't matter. "Why are you being so nice to me?" Quinn asked, dragging out the last word, as she picked up the drink that Hannah had just ordered for her. The girl just gave her a cheeky grin without an answer, so she turned away and headed back to the dance floor with a drink in hand.
How long had she been dancing like this? She wasn't too sure; all she knew was that she loved it. She had a guy in front of her and a girl behind her; both of them were extremely close. It made her feel sexy and desired... wanted. She gave into it and started grinding against the man in front of her. She remembered him telling her his name, but she didn't remember it, it didn't matter. As the next song started, he turned around to face her, moving his pelvis close to hers.
This disturbed her for some reason...She wasn't supposed to like this. She didn't like it. He leaned forward, pulling their bodies closer and then kissed her forcefully. She was slow to react, but eventually she managed to push his face away from hers and she swiftly turned herself around, she didn't want to look at him. The girl she now saw in front of her was hot, that was the first thing Quinn thought. She didn't really have time to stop herself before she'd taken the girls lips into her own. She wasn't too sure how long she had been kissing her for before the blonde began imagining Rachel. No, stop.
She didn't want to, but the other girl pulled away from her and then grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the doors.
Where was she? Why was she half dressed? No she needed to stop. What was she doing? Her body wouldn't force itself away as she felt soft lips kissing down her abdomen. Fuck. She let out a soft moan, she wasn't really sure what was going on but she knew what she wanted. Her hand found soft hair and she clang to it, encouraging Rachel to kiss lower. She looked down, she wanted to see this.
Rachel dyed her hair red? Crap! She pulled her hands away and muttered, "No, stop," before sluggishly trying to push the girl away. Her whole body fell to the floor as she somehow rolled off of a bed trying to get herself out of the situation. Ouch.
She lay there, confused as she watched a lonely figure walk away from her. Eventually she fell into a dreamless slumber.
Finn visited again on the Friday, and Rachel really wasn't in the mood for it. They had nothing to talk about, they never did. Not anymore at least. Now that Rachel was in NYADA they couldn't really discuss that. Finn was going nowhere, so his life route was a touchy topic. He wasn't taking her out, he hadn't taken her out in months, so they couldn't discuss a fond recent memory.
So of course, in the silence and awkwardness, Rachel decided to vent a bit to Finn. She needed to get some of the rage out of her system, she was so stressed. "He did it again," she began, ending the silence.
"What?" Finn asked, clearly shocked that she had spoken.
"He complained about my performance," she sighed.
"This crap again?" He asked, laughing as though it was no big deal. Rachel looked hurt and her eyebrows pinched together. "What?" he asked, "You always go on about it..."
"Finn, I've been here for two weeks, and I have mentioned this issue once," she stated, suddenly getting angry. If she couldn't vent her problems to him normally, she'd probably end up punching him to get rid of the rage. "I know," he said, "just ignore it. Can't we just...y'know?" he wiggled his eyebrows. Rachel took a deep breath in, trying to contain her anger. "Miss Tibideaux agrees with him though, so I must be doing something wrong?" she pushed the matter.
"Rachel, you always talk about this bloody school and your dreams and yes, of course I support you, I'm here for you. You know that, but can we just have some time to ourselves; to be us?" he asked, looking at her and trying to make her give in.
She narrowed her eyes, "You know what Finn, can you go please? I've just had a really stressful week and I need my sleep. I'm sorry," she said through gritted teeth. It was taking all of her self control not to punch him in the face, but she knew it was just because she was angry at everything else. It wasn't his fault. He should at least try to care. No, he was right, Rachel was just being selfish again. She always made everything about herself. No, you don't.
He rolled his eyes at her, before leaving. "Fine."
"Hey Princess!" Leroy sang as he came through the door. The girl beamed as she welcomed her fathers into her dorm. "Hello Dad," she said, kissing him on the cheek before she turned to her other father, "Hey Daddy."
They had planned for her fathers to see her on the second Sunday that she had been there for, and it was the only thing she had truly looked forward to all week. She had missed them a lot.
Throughout the evening Rachel was in the spotlight. Her fathers showered her with questions and gave her all the attention that she was used to from them. They wanted to know everything about her week, how she was, how well she was doing. For once though, Rachel didn't like it. She hated all of the questions; she wanted them to stop asking her about how everything was going because she had to lie to them.
They had caught on though, she could tell. "Sweetie, what's up?" Hiram asked in concern, and then her filter deteriorated. Her dads always knew if she was sad and she would always tell them what was wrong, she loved them for it. Quinn was the main topic of the discussion; both of her parents were shocked by what she had told them, they definitely hadn't seen that coming. Finn was also referred to a lot. Her fathers listened sceptically as they took in all of this new information, Rachel tried to stop herself from rambling but she couldn't. She was so confused and she needed some guidance. "And I can't hurt Finn, I can't do that to him he's so nice, he loves me and I can't hurt him," She had started crying now. Leroy got up to hug her and tried to calm her down, but she kept sobbing. "But I hurt Quinn, you should have seen her face. I'm scared too because...I don't know. I don't want her to be so hurt that she loses her feelings for me. Oh god, that's so selfish. I'm so selfish. But I...I don't know." She looked up at her fathers and saw them exchange a glance. "Would you mind if Finn lost his feelings for you?" Leroy whispered, leaning down to kiss her head.
Rachel blinked; stunned. Would she? After she had closed herself off from him it hadn't affected her that much, yet even then she knew he still had feelings for her. For a second she imagined a life where Finn didn't love her. That would be easier. She wouldn't have to worry about hurting him. Would she be sad though? Yes! She screamed at herself, but she knew the answer deep down. It was there, she was trying her hardest to force it away but she knew that she wouldn't care if Finn didn't love her. Not anymore, at least. "I...maybe," she managed before concluding, she didn't like to lie to her fathers. "No."
"There you go then, Sweetie," Hiram smiled.
"I'm straight," Rachel said, she knew what her fathers were suggesting. "I like men. Puck, Finn, Jesse, males," she choked out through her sobs. She pulled away from her father's hug and sat up straight, wiping away her tears. "I would have known by now if I wasn't." The two men sat in silence for a few seconds, having a conversation with their eyes. It made Rachel anxious. Hiram moved to sit on the other side of Rachel. "Rachel, I thought I was straight. I had been with many girls before I met your father," he said and Rachel cringed at the idea. "Dad..."
"No, hear me out. I had been with many girls, I'd never found love though. They were deep, friendly and personal relationships and they were everything you would expect from a romantic union. I didn't even realise I was attracted to men until I met your father. Do you know how old I was when I met your father Rachel?" The brunette rolled her eyes, "You got a role in that play when you were twenty-one, I know, and then you both fell madly in love and I am your way of expressing that love," she said.
"Exactly. I was twenty-one when I realised I was attracted to men. Sexuality isn't set in stone, Pumpkin, although the world likes to think it is," he stated, taking hold of her hand. No, it was all too complicated. Did she even have feelings for Quinn? That kiss had set off a fluttering in her chest. Now that she thought about it, she'd always been slightly obsessed with the blonde.
You practically wanted to be her, Rachel. You wanted Finn, you wanted her nose, you find her hot as hell. Oh god, she did think she was hot. No, she thought she was pretty... she had a pretty face and pretty eyes. Hot as hell.
"No," she whispered. "No, I'm... Finn, he's... we're..." she stuttered. Shit.
Quinn was in the middle of a lecture about facial expressions when acting or something. She wasn't really paying attention, she was still thinking about what had happened a few nights ago. The next morning had been extremely awkward with Hannah and Quinn had wished for nothing more than to be on another planet. The two were talking again now, and Quinn liked the idea of finally being able to converse with her roommate.
Her phone buzzed and knocked her out of her thoughts. She slid it out of her pocket, trying not to draw the attention of anyone. It was from Rachel.
We need to talk.
A/N: Yeah, I'm sorry about Finn being around. I'm just sorry about Finn's existence in general, but y'know.
Hopefully it will all turn out good in the end though ;o
Thanks to my beta sbk2304, if you like brittana then she has a few awesome fics for them. One involves the recent 'zombie' attack in Florida (?) and the other is some super nice fluff.
Please review if you liked the chapter, I wasn't too sure on it... I don't know. But yeah, let me know your opinion! Again thanks for the reviews/faves/story alerts :)
