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Finn pulled again the keychain of heart from his pocket, and decided to test the key he had done to Rachel and wanted to give her that night, inviting her to move in with him. With two turns in the lock, the door was open and a smile appeared on his face, making itself even wider when he saw his girlfriend sitting on the couch waiting for him.

"Babe, I'm really glad you're here already!" He said, locking the door and hiding the keychain back into his jacket. "You took a big risk, cause Mrs. Bertha sometimes leaves early... but I loved it." He observed, referring to his house maid, and approached her, who rose from the sofa, also walking in his direction. "I have a surprise... something to give you." He informed, not containing his anxiety, but his excitment ended at the exact moment that came close to her, who turned away when he tried to kiss her, and crossed her arms in front of her body, serious as he had never seen her.

"I've seen your file, Finn." She said suddenly.

"My file?" He asked, confused.

"Yeah! Your medical file. I was not poking around... I wouldn't do that. But finally all the doctors of the clinic are getting rid of those huge old archives and digitalizing all the information... and, of course, I'm the one who does that for Dr. Shepherd... it was the reason I left work later."

"It's pretty embarrassing when the girlfriend of a guy knows that he went through THAT kind of problem I had..." Finn ran his hands over his neck, staring at the floor. "...but I am not upset because you have seen the file. It was your job to." He completed, thinking that she hadn't kissed him because she thought he would be upset with her.

"No! No, it's not okay, Finn!" She increased her tone of voice considerably. "In your chart, it wasn't described only your problem, but also the prescriptions of Derek!" She breathed, not understanding why he still looked confused. "You made a fool of me, Finn! You treated me like some silly girl!"

"What?" He frowned.

"You keep telling me about your desire for me... a kind of desire you had never felt for anyone. You always tell me I drive you completely crazy... that you couldn't try and resist me. You pretended surprise, when you were able to have sex several times a day, but... it was just the effect of a medicine! " She cried all at once, and even with him calling her name a few times and trying to talk, she continued, now also walking from one side to the other. "How I was stupid! Believing I was powerful... a goddess for you... that we had an amazing chemistry, something inexplicable... doing everything not to miss it... and inventing games, buying new things to use... lots of costumes that probably made you want to laugh at me on the inside!"

"Rachel!" He held her by the arms, causing her to stop. There were tears in her eyes, but she didn't let them flow. She dried her tears and got rid of his hands, crossing her arms again, as if daring him. "I had a problem and consulted your boss. And, yes, he prescribed me Viagra. BUT I didn't take it... I swear. I met you and, to my surprise, everything went alright... I... my body functioned properly again!"

"Oh, yeah?" She laughed, mocking. "You now want me to believe in magic? That a man that could not fuck, to the point of seeking a doctor, suddenly was able to stand up to five rounds in an afternoon! Do you really think I'm stupid, huh?"

"Rach, babe..."

"Don't call me babe! Incidentally, don't even call me Rach!" She screamed again.

"I also can't explain how I healed, Rachel. I don't know... but I did! It was exactly what happened!" Then he remembered something and was filled with hope. "And I can prove it to you... come with me." He walked toward the bedroom and she, even without confidence in what he was saying, followed him.

"How will you try to convince me, huh?" She asked, standing near the door, watching the guy approaching his desk and opening the top drawer.

"You know that this kind of medicine is under controlled sale... that when someone buys it, the prescription stays in the pharmacy, don't you?" He asked, turning to her, who nodded, confirming. "So... it's simple! I have the prescription here... because I never got to buy the pills."

She was hopeful for a few seconds, with that statement, but lost hope and felt increasingly being tricked, since Finn rummaged in drawers and no recipe appeared. After a while, she put her hands on her hips and began to beat her feet on the ground. The noise made Finn, who was already tense because he knew he was completely innocent, had not bought anything and had stored the now lost paper in a drawer, even more apprehensive.

"It's clear that this prescription is not here... and it's because you used it, Finn! Enough with the lies!"

"I'm gonna find it, babe... just..." He tried to argue, but, by the sound of her heels, he realized she had left the room and, when he moved to go after her, he already heard the apartment door slamming.

Rachel was so eager to run away, in that moment, that she was willing to go down the stairs, but was fortunate to find the elevator stopped at floor of Finn's apartment, and he, in turn, only had time to see the door closing. He ran, then, down the stairs and managed to reach her on the street, putting himself right in her path. She looked up, glaring at him with rage. She didn't want to hear anymore excuses from the man who had told her so many lies, that made her believe in a relationship, when it was being built atop false foundations.

"Rachel, babe... please, come back with me." He begged. "I'll find the prescription... it has to be there."

"Finn, leave me alone, okay?" She asked wearily.

"Are you... breaking up with me?" He questioned with fear.

"What do you think, Finn? That I could just let it go?"

"Rachel, please..."

"Let. Me. Alone." She repeated emphatically. "Don't come after me... or I'll scream and everyone around will know about your... problem." She threatened him.

Rachel walked with firm steps and without looking back, and Finn stood on the sidewalk, passing his hand nervously over his face, wet with tears that he did not know had started to stream down his eyes. He needed to find the damn paper!

Not because he wanted to use it, since, as he had said to Puck, sex was the least of their problems.

The thing was that living without Rachel was not something he planned to accept.