Finn Hudson's house looked exactly as it had the day before, with the slight alteration of volume from inside. While Friday afternoon had been silent, Saturday morning was surprisingly loud. Rachel thought it would be interesting to see what was actually occurring and knocked on Finn's door without hesitation.

A tall Latina by the name of Santana Lopez opened the door, and Rachel nearly winced at her outfit. A skanky skin-tight tight tank top sat on her obviously enhanced breasts and exposed an unreasonable amount of her stomach. Daisy-duke jean shorts covered up only the necessary parts of her lower body. A smirk spread across her face as her eyes scanned Rachel's body, and Rachel began to feel a bit ridiculous in the standard Rachel Berry schoolgirl outfit she had on. "Well well well, if it isn't the hobbit of the hour."

Rachel gulped as Santana called loudly for Finn and he approached the door from behind the kitchen, a mohawked Noah Puckerman following close behind.

"Rachel!" he exclaimed, appearing stunned to see her. Santana and Noah both giggled at how shocked the 6'3 giant stood next Rachel. "Don't take this the wrong way, but why are you here?"

Feeling smaller both physically and emotionally than ever, Rachel spoke. "I just came to say hello. It seems you're busy though so I'll be on my way," she said before turning away, hot tears filling up her eyes out of humiliation. She came to the conclusion that everything that had happened between them was a dream. It was all too good to be true and she shouldn't have made so much of two measly kisses and a night where they didn't even know who the other was.

Finn looked at both of his best friends and shook is head in disapproval as he followed the brunette and stopped her in her tracks. "Rachel, hey," he said once in front of her. "Why don't you come inside and stay awhile?"

Rachel held back her tears, as she had learned to do with years of acting experience and looked up at the sincere looking face above her. "Your friends really don't seem to like me. I'd rather not be a bother."
"They're great once you get to know them," he tried to reason with her. "Please?"

Rachel nodded, giving in, and Finn brought her into the living room where she sat down on the couch, Santana and Noah towering over her. "She doesn't seem like the type," Santana stated simply after what seemed like minutes of examination. Confused but nervous, Rachel sat silently.

"Can you two stop judging her?" Finn asked almost too politely from inside the kitchen and brought out a beer for everyone, which Rachel simply placed on the ottoman in front of her instead of drinking.

Santana and Noah simultaneously sat down and Finn took a seat next to Rachel. He protectively placed his hand over her thigh and Santana smirked at the two sitting next to each other. "So online chatrooms, huh? Jesus, Berry. I thought this school had you all figured out."

Noah stifled some laughter before letting it all out. "She's ALostStar, isn't she?"

Rachel tried to stand up and walk out but Finn pulled her down.

Santana's mouth hung open before she stood up and inched her way closer to Rachel, nearly climbing over the small brunette. "A little slut we have here, don't we?" She smirked wildly at the terrified look on Rachel's face and nearly brushed her breasts up against it before laughing loudly and pulling away as Finn glared at her. Noah, still trying to contain his laughter, spoke up. "We've cyber-sexed before, babe, but you're turning me on with this whole innocence act you're putting on for Finn. You don't have to worry about him, though. He likes it just as much as you do."

"Alright, I've had it!" Rachel nearly yelled. "You're both being completely immature and I'm done with this. I'm done with being interrogated and used as your punching bag because you both can't handle your own sexual insecurities." She then turned to Finn, and continued. "I'm especially done with you, too, for doing absolutely nothing to stop this regardless of what this is doing to me."

With this, Rachel stood up, breaking past Finn's pull and grabbed her bag off of the ottoman where her untouched beer sat. "Don't bother calling, either. I won't stand for being treated like crap."

Rachel slammed the door behind her as she ran to her car, the same hot tears filling her eyes that had been there when she first stepped away. She should have used her better judgement and walked away when she could. It all really was too good to be true.