I'm back, and if everyone likes what I did here I'll continue with my plans, so updates should come quicker. Plus I have more free time since I took my calculus final today. And I beat that mofo down! I'm super excited I'm done with that b/c I've literally been consumed with trying to study for that final for the last 5 days. So if anyone wants me to start writing math in the dialogue i could totally do that. What? No one wants that?

I want to thank everyone that gave me suggestions. I took them all into consideration and hopefully came up with something everyone with enjoy.

And without further adieu here's the new chapter slightly longer then the others to try and make up for making you guys wait.

-(Carnival Grounds/Lima Roads)-

It isn't until I got to the parking lot that it hits me I didn't have a ride back to school. I came with Finn and the guys, but they probably left after Finn got kicked out. Just my luck. I really don't want to call Santana. I'm still not in the mood to talk to her or Kurt for that matter after their teasing. I can't ask my mom because, as crazy as she is, she'll know I'm not Quinton and Quinn has no real reason to go to McKinley. I shake my head and accept the fact that I'll be walking back to campus. Thank God Lima isn't that big.

I don't get that far before I hear my name being called out. "Artie?" I ask when I turn around and see him jogging to catch up with me. "What are you still doing here? I thought you would have left with Puck and Finn."

"Yeah, they kinda ditched me when I was trying to talk to Tina. Well it was more of Puck making fun of me then leaving when he heard about Finn's fight."

I just nod my head. It sounds like something Puck would do. "So how are things with you and Tina going? Did any of my advice help?" I ask him genuinely interested. Artie is a nice guy, and Tina is ….sweet though a bit unusual.

"Not so good," He says defeated. "All the guys on the team keep giving me a hard time about it after I told them I liked her. Also, everytime I try and talk to her it's just word vomit. She saw me the other day when I was icing myself after getting hit in the junk with a soccer ball. Everything was going good when we started talking. She brought up that she hoped nothing got damaged and then I kinda told her not to worry and that….mypeniswasstillworking."

"I'm sorry what?"

"I told her that she shouldn't worry too much about it me getting hit, and that my penis was still working."

"Right…well that's ok. Um, girls like honesty," I try and reassure him a bit weirded out anyone would say that to anyone.

"Not that much honesty."

"Well, it can just be one of your little quirks. Everyone has them. I mean what do you like about her?"

"I dunno. I never really thought about it."

"Well think now."

"I like that she's different. You know she's not afraid to be who she is because of what other people why think about her."

I just listen and nod my head in agreement. I brought into my own little world while he is talking. Rachel is different from other girls I know. She's proud of everything she does, and she's not afraid to be who she is. She's so confident in what she wants to do in life.

"I also like the way she dresses. I know not a lot of people like goth, but she can pull it off."

Rachel dresses nice too. I know we wear uniforms to class, but her knee socks just make her legs look so good. And those weird animal sweaters she sometimes wears when it's cold. It just gives her unique charm.

"Also, she has like this sneaky hotness thing going on that I can appreciate."

Rachel is hot. Oh my God! I've become my brother!

'What?" Artie asks looking at me confused Did I say that last part out loud?

"Uh. I mean, you shouldn't let what you're friends say dictate what you date. If you like someone go after them."

"It's a whole lot easier for you to say. You seem to rule this school. No one would tease you about who you went out with. Look I'll see you later."

It's not until he says that do I realize we indeed made it back to campus. "Hey, Artie don't worry about it, but I'll see what I can do to help you out."

"Thanks, Quinn. You're a good friend."

"Don't mention it, but Artie think about what said. You should let other peoples opinions stop you from your own happiness, and from what you were telling me about Tina, I think she will make you happy."

"You should take your own advice to, Quinn."

"What do you mean?" I ask him a bit confused.

"Well you seem to like somebody, but aren't welling to admit it," He says. "Whoever they are is really lucky."

"Yeah, ok. I'll see you at practice," I tell him with a smile and walk away with my thoughts.

I guess my friends were right. I like Rachel. I LIKE Rachel. Man that feels good to say…well think. But what am I going to do about it? Maybe Kurt can help, I know that he won't mock me before trying to help. I grab my phone and anxious await Kurt to pick up.

"Hello," Kurt answers.

"Hey," I say feeling a bit nervous.

"You never believe this Quinn. After you stormed off, I ran into this fine looking specimen of a man. Oh and let me tell you that boy has the body of a god. Let me tell you about his arms…."

"I think I like Rachel," I blurt out, before I lose my nerve, effectively cutting off his guy gush.

-Silence-

"Kurt? Are you still there?"

"Oh, is that it?"

"What do you mean 'is that it?' I just told you I liked a Rachel. Who is a girl," I point out a bit angry he isn't taking this seriously.

"Yeah, I know. Sweetie, whenever we hang out she's all you talk about. Also, why do you think Santana and I were teasing you? We knew it was the only way to get you to admit your true feelings. You're just stubborn like that. But the bigger question is what are you going to do about it?"

"What do you mean? I'm going to tell her I like her," I tell him like it should be obvious. My conversation with Artie still fresh in my mind, I will take my advice and tell her.

"Quinn, I hate to burst your little bubble, but she thinks you are your brother. A guy."

It's then the harsh of everything reality of everything I was doing hit me. I wasn't being honest with Rachel, so how could I ever expect her to be with me. I was pretending to be a guy. Kurt was right. Rachel likes guys. She likes Quinton not Quinn. Plus, Rachel only thinks of me as a friend.

"I've gotta go meet Finn for some extra practice."

"Are you ok, Quinn?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just need to clear my head, and you know soccer helps me do that."

"Well if you need anything, you know I'm here for you, so are Brittany and Santana by extension."

"I know. Thanks Kurt. Bye," And I hang up before he has a chance to respond.

-(Quinn and Finn's Room)-

"Where were you today? You just disappeared," Finn questioned when I entered our room."

"I ran into my psycho ex. I had to bolt," I mumbled in excuse not really in the mood for talking after my conversation with Kurt. "Oh and then my ride apparently got kicked out of a children's carnival for fighting," I telling him wanting to bitch at someone. I look up to see his reaction, "Oh, my…..is that a…" I gag out. When I notice there's a tampon in his nose. I can't believe he actually did that. It really is disgusting.

"What? Oh yeah," Finn says remembering about the tampon in his nose. How do you forget something like that? "I hope you don't mind. I kinda borrowed one of your…yeah. And you're right by the way these thing really work," he says getting up and throws away the bloodied cotton.

"You're bleeding. Are you ok? I mean, suck it up! Be a man! Rub some dirt it in!" I grunt out and hit him, not to sure what guys said to each other when they got hurt. But the punch was just because I wanted to hit someone. And Santana is right, it's a nice form of release.

"Ok, I'll rub some dirt in it, and sorry you didn't have a ride back."

"It's ok. I heard you and going at it with Jesse." I smile because Jesse really did deserve it.

"Yeah," He blushes then asks, "How's you sister anyway?"

"She's fine. She actually enjoyed that someone did that to Jesse."

"Really?" Finn asks, his face lighting up.

"Yeah why?"

"Oh…ah no reason….I just wanted to make sure she was ok," He finishes lamely. "I'm just gonna take a shower. Then catch some Z's. Got to rest up for our early morning practice tomorrow."

"Ok," I tell him a bit confused as to why he was sharing so much useless info.

"Oh and about your sister…."

"Yes?"

"I..ah…I think I might….I kinda…"

"You kinda…made out with her?" I say trying to supply the words I thought he was looking for.

"Uh, yeah, but also…never mind. Are you ok with that?"

"Well it was for charity right?" I answer unsure. Finn was kissing me, and I was thinking about Rachel during it. So it should be more of 'Are you ok what you made out with your cross-dressing room mate who's a girl who seems to have fallen for another girl and thought of said girl while kissing you?'

"Yeah it was," Finn says happily probably a bit relieved to be getting off the hook so easily. If only he knew how complicated things actually are.

-(Soccer Field)-

The extra practice was going well. We finished our agility drills, and Finn was showing me the best part of the foot to kick a ball that's in the air. It was a nice distraction from my thoughts. It wasn't until Finn left saying he'd meet me in the gym later did I really to work out my dilemma.

There was just something about soccer that let all my inhibitions go. I don't know if it was the wind blowing through my hair as I dribbled the ball down the field, or the rush of adrenaline I would get when I scored a goal. Whatever it was it always let me think clearly. Which is what I was craving at the moment.

Then a crazy thought hit me. Why don't I just tell her the truth? I mean then I could get it all out there. That's it! I'll tell her after the game. I mean as much as I like Rachel, I did come her to play soccer. I can wait a few more days to tell her. It's not like she likes anyone else. I'm not sure if I could take that. I mean really what's a few more days going to do?

With that plan, I happily left the field to grab a quick lunch before meeting up with Finn again. If I had looked up, I would have noticed Coach Sylvester watching me like a hawk.

-(GYM)-

Finn and I were bench-pressing when I first noticed Rachel head to the elliptical. Well Finn was bench-pressing, I was just pretending to. We never had to do this in girls soccer. But back to the point, Rachel looked really good today in her work out clothes. McKinley athletic shorts and a tank top. I couldn't help but stare. Lucky (or unfortunately), Finn kept obscuring my gaze whenever he would bring the bar down, so Rachel didn't notice my staring.

When Finn starts talking, I'm broken out of my Rachel induce trace, and then I start struggling with the bar above me trying to make it seem like I was working out.

"Umm…How's your sister?"

"Good. Why?" I ask a bit thrown off by the question. Is that what he was trying to tell me last night?

"I don't know. I was kinda thinking I might ask if she wanted to grab dinner at The Auditorium tonight," he managed to spit out nervously.

It shocks me up into sitting position. "You were? Really?" I question under my breath. "This is not good." Oh crap, yet another monkey wrench into this tangled web of lies.

"What?"

"Uh..That's good. I'd love to give you her number," I tell him awkwardly.

"Fabray!"

"Yeah, coach?" I respond and rise to my feet to stand in front of her.

"You're first string for the Carmel game," she tells me as he holds up a brand new jersey with my last name freshly printed on the back.

"Really?" I ask teaming with joy.

"No, I was joking, you idioit! Of course I'm serious. This one Sue Sylvester," she says pointing at herself," doesn't have time for jokes. Now take this before I change my mind."

I quickly grab my jersey, incase she does change her mind, smiling like an idiot.

"Now I remember why I don't stop to talk to students. It's a waste of my time," she says and walks away.

"Dude, that's awesome," Finn congratulates me and gives me the 'fist grab then hug with pat on the back' hug.

It's when my hand pats his back that I realize how sweaty he is. I start sliding my hand down his bad to wipe off the sweat when he suddenly jumps away from me nervous.

"Dude," he says with a bit of attitude then goes back to the bench press.

I think back to what could have caused this, and understand. He probably thought I was trying to feel him up when I was wiping off my hand. I shake my head and think boys. "So do you want me to spot you?" I ask trying to move on.

"No."

Rachel's POV

I continue staring at Quinton when my best friend Maria approaches me.

"Isn't he cute?" I ask.

"Finn?" She sighs dreamily looking his way, "Yeah."

"No. Quinton. He's so cool." Although a bit peculiar, I observe him watching Finn. I then turn to Maria to confess to her my problem. "He said I'm not his type," I tell her defeated.

"What? That's impossible. You're everyone's type," She tells my in disbelief that someone could not like me.

"Not his," I pout and turn to look Quinn again. Maybe hoping to understand why he doesn't like me if I observed him enough.

"I could tell you what us mere mortals would do in this situation," Maria tells me taunting my dramatic side.

"What?" I ask too curious to disregard her suggestion.

"Make him jealous," she says simply.

"So, what do you do? You just pretend to like somebody else?"

"Uh-huh. And then use them shamelessly."

"Wow," I think trying to grasp the information that was just given to me.

I turn back to look at the guys not sure if I felt comfortable enough to use someone for my own gain.

Maria must have noticed my hesitance and started egging on my weaknesses. "Just think of it as an acting exercise. I mean on Broadway you'll have to pretend to like maybe even love somebody 8 times a week. Might as well start practicing."

"I'll do it," I tell her and saunter sexily over to the guys.

Quinn's POV

"So are you going to call my sister?" I ask curiously but casually. Trying to figure out what I should do. Well if he calls, I'll just let me down easy. I can tell him….i'm still too emotional from my break-up with Jesse.

"Yeah," Finn sit up, "I think I will," he says with a boyish grin.

"Hey Finn!" Rachel greets enthusiastically, popping out of nowhere. "Quinton," she adds as an afterthought turning back to focus on Finn.

"Rachel," I growl out not liking being dismissed.

"Rachel," Finn says in a nervously high voice and almost falls when he stands up.

"What are you bench-pressing these days?" Rachel wonders and looks around Finn to see for herself. "225. Very impressive," she flirts giving him her mega watt smile that I've only really seen her use with me.

"Thanks," Finn says dopily.

Not liking the fact the Rachel was suddenly into Finn when I finally came to terms with my feelings for her, I try to distract Finn. "So, Finn," I say slapping his arm to get his attention," about that call you were going to make. You gonna make that?"

"Yeah. Thanks you," Finn dismisses me and blindly pushes me away with his giant hands.

"So how many reps can you do with that 225?" I hear Rachel continuing to flirt as I walk away, so I could call Finn as myself.

Rachel's POV

Finn scoffs at the question and tries to casually lean against the exercise bar he was by. "Like 20…" he says but his hand slips causing him to crash against the metal poll. "20," he says righting himself trying to pretend that didn't just happen.

I subtly glance in Quinn's direction to see if he was still within hearing range. Because if he wasn't what was the point of me acting like I like Finn if my audience was there to hear it. When I saw he was close enough, I laid it on thick.

"225 is more then twice my weight. How many reps could you do with me?" I ask teasingly.

I see him start to think really hard and count on his fingers. Come on Finn just divide my 2 then double the amount you can do. It's quite simple math.

"Forty?" He answers a bit unsure.

Well, I guess it's good Finn can do basic math. It takes him a bit, but he can do it. That's better then some of his team mates don't even attend math classes yet somehow end up passing. I feel appalled by the school system today. Just passing athletes so they're eligible to play. That's really not sending out the right message to students today, but that's beside the point right now.

All of a sudden Finn's phone starts ringing bringing me back to the task at hand. He makes a large show when opening it trying to look suave. And people say I'm dramatic.

"Hello," he answers in what I'm assuming is suppose to be his sexy voice.

"Hi, it's Quinn. My brother told me to call you." I hear a muffled female voice say to Finn over the phone. I can't have someone stealing away the guy I'm trying to use to make Quinton jealous so I start to distract Finn by stepping into his personal bubble.

"I'd love to go to dinner," the voice finishes.

"Yeah. What?" Finn responds confused. Clearly my distraction is working. I look at his lips with fake lust and then sexily bite mine while looking into his eyes.

"Um can I call you back?" Finn tells the girl and I nod my head in encouragement that that was the correct choice and give Finn a little pout. "Because I gotta…change my feet," Finn says distractedly as he hangs up.

Seriously? Change your feet? I think, but smile that my distraction worked.

Quinn's POV

I hang up my phone in disgust and anger. Nobody dismisses Quinn Fabray for someone else. I can't believe Finn is so fickle. He can't make up his mind on what girl he wants to be with. What does Rachel even see is him? I turn and head back over to them.

"So do you have any plans tonight?" I hear Rachel ask Finn complete in his personal space.

Seeing that Rachel is trying to ask him on a date, I quickly hip check Finn causing him to crash into Rachel.

"My bad," I say unapologetically while Finn glares at me. "What about that thing you talked about that you were going to do later?" I question Finn trying to get him to remember that he wanted to ask me out….well girl me out earlier.

"What thing?" Finn mumbles out still staring at Rachel, "I'm thingless," he reassure her.

"Great! Then The Auditorium, 8:00," Rachel tells him happily staring into his eyes. She looks at me with a grin, clearly happy about her date. "Bye, Quinton," she says as she walks away.

"Later," I huff out then turn back to Finn.

Who apparently has started a happy dance. I'm pissed at him, but can't get too mad because Finn's dancing is ridiculously amusing.

"Yeah! You did it," he tells me overjoyed and resumes his dance. "I'm going out with Rachel," he starts to sing.

"What the hell! I thought you like Quinn now!"

"Dude, come on. You're a guy. What would you do if the hottest girl in school came up to you and asked you on a date?" he says giddily and starts dancing again.

"I be right back," I tell him and run off to try and catch Rachel to question the source.

-(Outside by the track: Rachel's POV)-

"Rachel," I hear Quinn yell out from behind me. I smile and try not to get visibly excited that Maria's plan is actually working. Well that and my acting was believable, but there was never any doubt in that. I slow down my walk to allow Quinn to catch up with me.

"Hi, can I talk to you for a second?" He asks when he reaches me.

"Moi? Whatever for?" I ask happily and head towards the bleachers.

"It's about your date with Finn."

I move to sit down and so does Quinn. "I know! I'm so glad I listened to you. You're right he awesome. And he looked so good in those shorts." I finish and start fanning myself pretending I'm getting hot just thinking about Finn when in truth I'm getting hot thinking about him.

I see him scowl. "He's not a piece of meat, Rachel. He's a man. A man with feelings."

I bounce up and lean against the railing so he doesn't see me smiling pleased with myself. "And I'm a woman with feeling. And my feelings seem to match his."

"You know what?" Quinton starts jealously thinly veiled in his voice. "Speaking as a completely objective third party observer with absolutely no personal interest in the matter," he says joining me by the railing," I'm not so sure you and Finn are a good idea after all."

"Well, thank you for your concern," I tell him politely. "And if you're so worried, maybe you should come to The Auditorium tonight, just to keep an eye on me." And so I can make you even more jealous I think. "We could double," I say giving him a reason to come. But who could he take that I wouldn't worry about him falling for? And just like that my thoughts are answered when I see a flash of black hair with blue highlights. "I bet Tina is available," I say loudly so she can hear me as she runs by.

Quinn give me a 'you can't be serious' look that causes me to smile even more.

"I'm s…so there, it's insane," Tina stutters out from behind us then runs off again.

Quinn mumbles he'll see me later and walks off. I can't help but feel excited that the plan is falling into place perfectly. Quinton's not going to know what hit him I think deviously, and head back to my room with a bounce in my step to get ready for tonight.

-(The Auditorium)-

Rachel's POV

This is painfully dull I think as Finn and I continue sitting in silence. It has be that way since he showed up. Well after I gave him my speech about how it's polite to be punctual and if you are running late you should inform the other party. I sigh and check out my nails in disinterest while Finn just plays with his spoon. Where is Quinn? The whole point of this date was to make him jealous.

"So do you like…cheese?" Finn asks trying to start up a conversation again.

"I'm a vegan," I reply shortly. I'm about to give him merits of veganism and the cruelty of the meat industry, but the very person I've been waiting for interrupts me. However, it's just as well I didn't give Finn my speech, it would probably just gone over his head.

"Hey, you two, what's going on?" Quinn asks cheerfully once he reaches our table an excited Tina behind him.

"You're here," I say instantly lighting up as I vaguely hear Finn say the same thing.

Quinn's POV

"….with Tina," Finn adds a little perplexed, but Tina just waves happily at him anyway.

"Mind if we join?"

"No, sit down," Rachel says cheerfully and gestures to the empty bench in front of her.

"Lady pterodactyl," I say to Tina and let her slide into the booth first.

"Waiter!" Both Finn and Rachel call out. I find it a little weird, but assume they're just hungry as I am late. I considered not going tonight so I didn't have to subject myself to Rachel fawning over Finn, but the not knowing would have been worse.

Finn mouths me to help him, and I feel relieved that nothing has happened yet. I guess Finn's inability to talk to girls really is a blessing.

"So,,," Rachel starts off, "I was just telling Finn how great it is to meet a real man at this school." Finn a real man? I think and mentally scoff as she wraps her arm around Finn's bicep pulling herself closer to him.

"You were?" Finn asks confused.

"Well, I was just about to," she says coyly. "Isn't it great to have a real man around, Tina?"

"Oh, yes," Tina replies, in a voice that is going to have me checking under my bed tonight just to make sure she's not there, as she leans in closer to me.

"A real man is hard difficult to find." Rachel continues pulling herself over to Finn, and then leans into start nibbling on his ear.

"So difficult," Tina breathes in response getting even closer to me, but I don't notice since I can't seem to pull my eye away from Rachel practically molesting Finn in front of me. I don't even notice the hands that start making there way across me.

3rd person POV (a couple tables away)

"Dude! Quinton's here with Tina. She must be hotter than I thought," Puck tells his table excitedly then turns back to watch their friends table.

"Ok. How come when I wanted to ask Tina out everyone made fun of me? But now Quinn likes her, and suddenly she cool?" Artie bitches. "Screw you guys. I hate high school! And Puck," Artie slaps him in the back of the head, "Quit being a pervert and stop watching them." But on the inside doing a little happy dance that Quinn is making Tina seem cooler to date.

Rachel's POV (back at the table)

I continue kissing Finn's cheek and neck, but I tilt us so I can subtly get a look at Quinn's reaction when Finn starts making his way towards my neck.

"Tina! Hands!" Quinn yells and slaps Tina's hands away. What was she doing?

Quinn hops up from the table. "You know what?" He says and I push Finn slightly so I had a better view of Quinn while he was talking. Finn doesn't seem to mind and just goes back to work on the other side of my neck.

"This has been real fun, but I have to go…..shave," Quinn finishes lamely then walks off.

As soon as I see he's gone I push Finn away, "Ok," I tell him and get out of the booth. He clearly wasn't expecting this as he almost falls out of the booth to continue his poorly executed assault on my neck. "Well, this has been lovely. Let's do it again sometime," I say politely albeit insincerely.

"What?" Finn says in disbelief.

"Soon. Bye," and I rush off in escape vaguely hearing Finn trying to start up a conversation with Tina once again asking "do you like cheese?" Seriously, Finn? You need something more original then that.

Quinn's POV

After I left that disaster of a double date, I decide to head over to Brittany's since I really didn't want to be in the room when Finn got back to gush about his date. I shake my head in disgust just thinking about what I witnessed earlier. It could have only gotten much more intense now that they didn't have an audience watching them I think.

When I reach Brittany's house I just let myself in, her parents never lock the front door anymore due to the fact that Brit just kept losing her keys…..and there is like no crime rate in Lima. Plus Santana and I would always drop by that they got tired of always letting us in. I bound up the stairs and head straight for Brit's room. I pound on the door and yell "Put on your clothes guys! I'm coming in."

I hear a crash, some muttering (cursing in Spanish), then some shuffling around. Once I'm confident that both my friends are fully clothed. I open the door. I'm met with a scowl and a hug.

"What are you doing here?" Santana growls out clearly not happy that I interrupted her from…getting happy while trying to smooth out the wrinkles in her shirt.

"I just left my double date with Rachel," I sign out and sit on Brittany's desk chair not wanting to sit on the bed as to not knowing just how far they got.

"You had a date with Rachel," Brittany asks excitedly. "But then why are you so sad?," she finishes confused.

"Rachel went out with Finn, and I had to went with another girl. It was horrible guys. I had to watch Rachel fawn over him then practically molest him in front of me," I pout out.

"So you're finally admitting you're into her?" Santana asks.

"I'm surprised Kurt didn't call you immediately with the dirt. But yes Santana, I like Rachel as more then just a friend."

"Oh, no Kurt did call us. I just wanted to see if you'd admit it," Santana smirked and I just glared at her. "But seriously Q, If she can't see how good of a person you really are she doesn't deserve you."

"She's right Quinn," Brittany chimes in.

"Thanks, S," I respond with a smile. It's times like these I remember why we're friends.

"Plus if she likes Finn I would really question her taste level, but then again you like her so what does that say about your taste?"

And then Santana has to say something like that to ruin the moment, but I just roll my eyes. "Wow you really know how to make a girl feel good about herself."

"It's what I'm here for," she tells me cheekily. "Now get out!"

"What?"

"Just because you can't get your girl doesn't mean you should stop me from getting mine. Now out," Santana says and pulls me up from the chair towards the door.

"Fine," I sigh out, but remember what's happening tomorrow causing me to smile. "I'll just see you tomorrow," I tell her smugly.

"What's happening tomorrow?" Brittany asks.

"It's the Junior League lunch-in."

"So…why would we see you there?" Santana asks impatiently.

"Oh, you're mom's didn't tell you?" I ask with faux concern. "My mom talked to them about how you guys wanted to join me in Junior League and they thought it was a wonderful idea. You guys are going to be debutantes!" I tell then cheerfully and make a dash for the door before Santana can pounce.

"What? Quinn I'm going to kill you," I hear Santana yell from behind along with Brittany's excited clapping.

"Whatever, you say Santana! I'm still going to see you tomorrow," I laugh out from the bottom of the stairs. Happy once again that I'm getting the last word.

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