A/N: Hey everyone. I know I have a unfinished fics, but the good news is that I finally have access to a PC that I can use somewhat regularly. So I will be going back to work and revamping the stories that I so rudely left hanging. In the meantime I hope you enjoy this fic. Reviews and suggestions are beyond appreciated.

Chapter 10: Finchel

Rachel sat across from Finn at none other than Breadstix. She looked from her glass of what was clearly tap water to her companion who couldn't stop playing some idiotic game on his phone. She glared at him silently as she tried to figure out what she was doing here with him tonight.

Flashback: Earlier that day

"Hey Berry, how was your date last night? Did Puckerman rock your world."

Rachel was wrapping a towel around herself as she stepped out of the shower stall. She was actually sad to be leaving the comfort of the hot shower after the grueling practice that Quinn had just finished leading them through. And it wasn't just because the shower had dulled her all over, my body just got hit by truck, pain to a more familiar ache that usually resulted from a good workout. Speaking of Quinn, there was her other reason for wishing she could spend the rest of the day in the stall. The warm glow from the heavenly Cheerios shower turned into a deep blush as she regarded Santana who was not so jokingly leering at her, and Quinn who was silently getting dressed at the locker next to Brittany's. Rachel however didn't miss the dark look that she shot first at Santana and then at herself. After the dealing Quinn running them through practice in a way that would probably make Sue Sylvester herself either obscenely proud or run crying for the hills, Rachel would expect no less from the head cheerleader.

"Santana, I'm sure you know a lady never kissed and tells."

"Ladies very rarely date two guys in two days, much less kiss them."

Rachel turned to face Quinn and slowly advanced towards the blonde. "What the fucking hell is your problem Quinn? I am sick and tired of your attitude ever since Puck and Finn asked me out. Are you jealous? Are you afraid I'm going to follow in your illustrious footsteps? Because you really don't have to worry about me getting myself knocked up like you did!"

It was like watching storm clouds obliterate a sunny sky. There was beauty in the way lovely hazel eyes darkened to hunter green and the way the angry flush spread across her face and neck. Rachel knew she had overstepped a line, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

"Everyone out!"

"Oh you have got to be kidding me! Seriously?"

"I said everyone get the hell out. Now!

Santana immediately backed down from her obstinate stance at the cold fury in Quinn's voice and eyes. "Let's go Britts." Santana gathered her things into her duffel and grabbed Brittany's hand with her free hand. She couldn't resist a parting shot on her way out of the locker room behind all the other Cheerios who had fled at the first signs of Quinn's infamous temper. "It would be better for literally everyone involved if you just swiped Berry's V-Card already. Just lift the midget up, wrap her legs around your shoulders and let your tongue do the rest."

"Santana!"

"Lopez!"

Quinn and Rachel had yelled at her at the same time. Santana's gaze softened briefly as she looked at Rachel, but instantly hardened when she looked back at Quinn. "Whatevs Q. Just do something already, before I teach the other Cheerios how to go all sorts of Lima Heights on your ass."

Silence enveloped the two girls as they stood alone in the locker room, practically nose to nose. Both girls seemed unaware of their lack of clothing.

"Look Quinn, I'm sorry about what I said, but –"

"Shut up!"

"No!"

"You did not just tell me no!"

"Fine I'll try it again. No. In Spanish, No. Oh and French, Non. Yes I said no to you Quinn. I'm not shutting up until you tell me what's wrong with you?"

"And hitting me below the belt seemed like the best way to do that?"

"Well it's not like you give me much choice. I'll admit that I was wrong for my comment, especially given our audience, but you've been a raging bitch ever since those two Neanderthals asked me out."

Quinn almost smiled despite herself. "So your date was a bust."

Rachel's eyes narrowed and once again, Quinn once again had to fight the urge to back away from the diminutive brunette. "Actually it was amazing. It's a date that all other future dates should aspire to. Happy now?" Before Quinn could respond Rachel took another step closer and continued. "Of course you're not. You're just dying for these dates to be shitty. Now the question is why. Why do you care so much about my romantic life. It clearly didn't interfere with that torturous boot camp you called practice, so I'm not neglecting my Cheerios duties. So what's the real problem." Now Rachel was gesturing with every word, unaware that the hand that was helping to hold the towel up was now pointing at Quinn.

"Um Rach –"

"Don't you Rach me! Not until you can treat me with more respect and finally admit to yourself and me whatever your problem is." Quinn seemed unable to meet her eyes and was even more flushed then before. Rachel took that as a sign of her getting her point across. It wasn't until she suddenly felt cold, that she realized that her towel had slipped off. She rolled her eyes and proceeded to get dressed as she continued on her rant. "This is not how you treat people who you are supposed to be friends with. It's like you're regressing back to everything you used to be, and you are so much more than that!" Finally dressed Rachel gathered her things and forcefully shoved them into her duffel. Quinn was as still and silent as a statue when Rachel straightened up and faced her again. "You can throw as many practices at me as you want, but I doubt it's going to fix whatever is really bothering you."

She turned around and left Quinn seemingly shell-shocked. If she was lucky, maybe she got through to the blonde Cheerio before their newly formed friendship suffered further.

End of Flashback.

Rachel spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about Quinn and what could be going on with her. By the time she got home, she was more determined then ever not to let Quinn ruin her date, and now here she was. Clearly this disaster was doomed from the start, and if her date with Noah was the best date ever, then this was clearly the worst. After they had arrived at their table, where she had to pull out her own chair, Finn immediately became engrossed in his phone. Rachel sipped her water and continued to glare at the oaf that was supposed to be her date.

"Finn!"

"Yeah babe?"

"I want to go."

For the first time since they sat down Finn actually looked at Rachel. He gave her a goofy smile as he took in how pretty she looked for him tonight in a simple blue dress. Her hair was down from the ponytail that he was becoming used to seeing her in and the dress clung to her body, which seemed to have gotten even hotter since joining the Cheerios. His brows came together in confusion as he finally registered what she said.

"What? But we just got here."

"And now I want to leave."

"But what about dessert?"

Rachel took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. "First of all, I'm vegan. Breadstix does not have vegan anything. Second of all, I refuse to continue this date when you seem to have more interest in some pixilated nonsense on your phone then actually spending time with me. So I'm going to remove myself from this situation and it can just be you plus your hand tonight!"

"Rachel! That was mean."

Rachel rolled her eyes and got up. "I didn't mean it like that." She took two steps from the table before turning back to him. "Actually, yeah I did. Just remember to think of the mailman so you can last longer than a minute."

She couldn't help smirking to herself at the shocked look on his face. She would deal with the short, but inconvenient walk home for the sake of a perfect dramatic walkout.

Twenty minutes later and she was approaching her driveway. She was shocked to see Quinn's car parked there, and said girl waiting at her door. She crossed her arms over her chest and regarded the girl standing between herself and the door to her house.

"Quinn, what are you doing here?"

"Your date ended early."

"You would be correct in assuming that."

"And you walked home."

"Never let anyone tell you that you're just a pretty face Quinn. You are amazingly observant."

Quinn ducked her head briefly in a conscious effort to ignore the sarcasm, before once again looking back at Rachel. That face that was normally so expressive was now closed off and unreadable. A part of her wanted to back out. Her inner HBIC was frankly appalled at the idea of apologizing to anyone, while another part of her was scared of how angry Rachel seemed. Eventually Quinn's determination to make things right won out over everything else. "Rachel I was a jerk." Rachel's arched brow clearly stated that Quinn was stating the obvious. "And I'm sorry."

The tense silence stretched between them until Quinn started to feel uncomfortable and fidgety.

"I'll accept your apology if you tell me why you've been acting the way you've been acting?"

Rachel's cold demeanor finally seemed to thaw and Quinn found herself getting lost in the depth of her warm brown eyes. Realization hit her suddenly and like a ton of bricks. Everything Rachel had said to her was freakishly spot on. She was jealous, but not of Rachel dating those idiots. She was upset, angry and beyond jealous that those dumbasses got to date Rachel.

She had feelings for a girl and that girl was Rachel.

She had feelings for Rachel Berry. And thanks to her Rachel was insanely hot and popular.

Holy shit! She was so fucked!

"I'm sorry Rachel, I have to go.

In the next instant Quinn was in her car, and hightailing it from Rachel's house. Leaving a confused Rachel on her doorstep.

A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed. We are finally getting to the meat of the story. It took me a bit to get back into the swing of things. Any suggestions or ideas are welcome. I will be updating weekly I hope.