A/N: So it was brought to my attention that I uploaded the right chapter but the wrong story. So, here's the remedy. Sorry about that you guys.

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"What are you doing here Finn?" Santana asked me as she opened the door of Rachel's apartment.

"I came to see Rachel." I said trying to get past her.

"Aww well, too bad because she's not the bitch you need to see right now." Santana said with her arms folded tightly across her chest blocking the doorway.

"I don't want to see Evianna right now." I said angrily.

"Well too bad." Santana said.

"You have no idea what's going on Santana." I said. "I know that you've never cared about me..."

"That's not true." she said indignantly.

"But can you for ten minutes try and show some concern about me." I continued ignoring her comment.

"Listen Finn, I have always cared about you. You're my friend. Ok so yeah, I never missed an opportunity to mention the fact that you had weird puffy pyramid nipples or the fact you look like the slightly slimmer brother of the Michelin Man but that didn't mean I didn't care about you." she said matter-of-factly. "That's how I show love. You should have been worried if I stopped doing that."

"Santana, I'm sure that makes sense to you but can you just tell Rachel I'm here." I said.

"No!" Santana said. "Go see your wife Finnocence."

"Whatever. Way to care there Santana." I said as I stormed out of the building.

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"Who was that?" I asked coming out of my bedroom. "I heard voices."

"I didn't know him." Santana said shutting the door.

"God, I hope it wasn't that creepy guy across the hall." I said joining Mercedes, Quinn and Tina on the couch. "He keeps leaving me these gold star ornaments on the doorknob."

"Why?" Santana asked plopping down on the chair.

"I just said he was creepy." I said and all the girls laughed.

"So Rachel, what is going on?" Mercedes asked. "Finn and Evi fight but they always resolve it, so what the hell happened to make him just leave like that?"

"I don't think I should say anything." I said.

"Why not?" Quinn asked. "The damage is already done."

"But still, it's not my business and I shouldn't be spreading gossip." Rachel said.

"Bitch please!" Santana said. "All of this shit started because you were spreading gossip."

"Santana..." I began but she cut me off.

"Just spill already Berry." she said. "We all know you had something to do with it." I pulled my legs up to my chest and took a deep breath.

"I heard Evianna on the phone with a guy." I said quietly. All the girls sat in silence.

"So?" Mercedes questioned breaking the silence.

"She was making plans to meet up with this guy at Christmas." I said.

"Am I the only one not getting why Finn flipped out?" Tina asked looking at all of them.

"Christmas you guys." I said exasperatedly. They all just looked at me. "It's Finn's favorite holiday." I said.

"Oh!" they all said.

"I just didn't want Finn to find out that she was hooking up with someone else on his favorite holiday." I explained. "I mean it would have killed him."

"Do you know full of shit and childish that sounds?" Mercedes asked.

"What?" I asked shocked. I wasn't lying about that. I didn't want Finn to find out that his wife was cheating on him on Christmas.

"I didn't want Finn to hate Christmas so I told him on another national holiday." Quinn said.

"But at least it wasn't favorite." Tina said shrugging.

"That is some childish shit." Mercedes said.

"It wasn't just about the holiday." I said. "I just didn't want him to be hurt at all."

"Rachel, what makes you think that you know anything about what's going on in their private lives." Santana asked.

"I don't but I know what I heard." I said plainly.

"What you heard?" Tina asked.

"I heard her on the phone." I said with a sigh.

"Really Rachel?" Mercedes asked but her eyes were on Santana.

"What?"

"You heard one side of a conversation and you ran and told Finn that she was cheating on him." Santana yelled. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I know what secret phone calls to a lover for a secret rendezvous sound like." I said.

"This isn't something in one of your scripts, Rachel." Tina said.

"This is real life." Quinn added.

"I know that." I said rolling my eyes. "That's why I told him."

"Stop talking." Mercedes said. "You need to tell Finn that you're not sure what you heard and that he needs to fix this."

"I can't make him do something he doesn't want to do." I said.

"Rachel, this isn't an option." Santana said. "You broke this shit so you're gonna be the one to fix it." I didn't say anything else. I just sat in silence. They talked around me about the Christmas party that Mrs. Fabray was having and the things that they were getting their significant others. My thoughts were on Finn. I know him better than they do. I know that no matter what I say, that he is going to have to find out that I'm telling the truth on his own. In his own time. Santana, Mercedes, Tina and Quinn didn't know Finn they way I did. No one did.

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"You are aware it's like 8:30 in the morning." Puck said swinging the door to his hotel suite wide open.

"Yeah. I know." I said my duffel bag slung over my shoulder.

"Evi didn't let you stay at Kurt's?" Puck asked as I brushed past him. I dropped my bag and looked around the lavish room. Sam, Artie, Craig, Brittany and Mike were all sprawled out across the room.

"I haven't seen her." I said facing Puck.

"Why the fuck not?" he asked. He was in his AC/DC briefs and a wife-beater.

"Do you mind putting some pants on before we talk?" I asked looking away.

"Actually I do. As the told the fellas last night, this is my hotel room and in my hotel room. I don't wear pants." Puck said grabbing an orange juice out of the mini fridge.

"Whatever Puck. I need to crash. I haven't really had any sleep." I said searching the room for a place to lay down.

"That guilt got you strung out?" he asked.

"What?" I asked angrily. "Why should I feel guilty about anything?"

"Oh I don't know maybe because you walked out on your wife and your friends in the middle of Thanksgiving." Sam muttered with his eyes shut.

"I thought you were still asleep." Puck said.

"I am asleep." Sam said shifting slightly. "But Finn's dulcet tone brought me into a state of semi-conscienceness."

"Look, I don't need this shit from you guys." I shouted causing everyone else to wake up.

"We're just trying to help." Sam said, his green eyes staring into mine. "Listen, I know what it's like having a wife and still caring about someone but at the end of the day, your wife is the one that will always be there for you. The one that is real. The one that wants to be with you because of the solid foundation of love and family that you have and not because of some crazy ex-girlfriend vendetta."

"That sounded really professional." Artie joked.

"I read a lot." Sam said shrugging.

"Guys. Isn't anyone even going to asked me how I'm doing? Aren't you at all concerned about where I went last night or why I left in the first place?" I yelled at them.

"We know where you went." Brittany said. "You went to see Papa Hummel. That's were we all go when we need grown up advice."

"Yeah, or Mr. Schue." Mike added.

"Yeah, I call an old teacher of mine, Mr. Simpson or my stepdad, Joey." Craig said. "They are seriously the greatest guys ever."

"Oh my God! Shut up!" I shouted. "Forget this!" I said grabbing my bag off the floor.

"Finn!" Puck called out to me once I reached the door. "Wait."

"Why? You guys only care about Evianna or yourselves." I said annoyed.

"You know that's not true dude." he said in a low tone. "But other than Craig, we've all seen this before."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You getting bent out of shape about something Rachel said and taking it out on whoever your with and the rest of us instead of asking Rachel to tell you everything and getting whole story, so you end up ruining everything."

"Puck, if it wasn't for Rachel, I would be unhappily married to Quinn. We would have done a horrible job raising Beth and I would still feel like I was a second class citizen in her presence." I said. "Rachel was only trying to help. To warn me. Don't blame her."

"I'm only blaming her because she's the one at fault." Puck said.

"You are blaming the wrong girl." I said softly. "Whatever dude. I'm gone." I said before I left the suite slamming the door shut behind me.