Santana and Noah smirked in unison as they watched Rachel's dramatic exit, but when they turned their heads, they saw Finn glaring at both of them. "What the hell, guys?" he nearly shouted, his anger getting the best of him as he held his face in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees.

Snickering, Santana replied, "Come on, Finnocence! We were just trying to have a little fun! It's not our fault she took everything so personally!"

"It is, Tana! You can't just expect everyone to be okay with your constant jabs. Puck and I may be able to handle it, but Rachel is a completely different person."
"A complete diva if you ask me," Santana muttered, earning another glare from an obviously furious Finn Hudson. "A total hot mess."

"Hey, she's actually extremely put together!"

"Dude," Noah reasoned. "It's not like you did anything to stop us."

"Yeah," interjected Santana, her voice defensive. "If you didn't like what we were doing so much, you should have stopped it yourself, Frankenteen. It isn't our job to please your girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Ooh, then fuck buddies, ey?" Noah smirked as Finn rolled his eyes.

"I just care about her a lot, okay? But whatever, because thanks to you two it's probably over before it even started."

"Oh puh-lease, Finn," Santana rolled her eyes. "Maybe if you had the balls to stick up for her while she was actually here, you wouldn't be in this mess."
Finn glared at Santana once more, his eyes seemingly making that position as default.

"Why didn't you?" asked Noah, who was genuinely curious to know the actual answer.

"I don't know," Finn confessed, his head seemingly spinning. "You guys always find a way to shoot me back down anyway, so it's not like it would have helped."

"Ooooh," Santana smirked and began speaking the way she would to an infant. "I see what this is. Little Finnocence didn't want to embarrass himself in front of his girlfriend."

"Not my girlfriend."

"Then what does it matter anyway?"

"I really, really like her, guys. She's opened me up so much without even realizing it, and she makes me feel important and special, like I'm worth something. I'm not willing to let her go without a fight."

Santana and Noah sat silently, still not sure why it was their fault, but willing to let Finn decompress. In the silence, he called Rachel, the ringer going straight to voicemail as he stepped out of the room to leave a voicemail.

"Rach?" he began. "I'm so sorry. What happened today was not okay. I should have been a better um, friend, and stood up for you." Struggling to find the right words to say, Finn stuttered. "I-If you come back, I promise a full apology from Santana and Pu-er Noah, too. It won't happen again, Rachel. I promise. I need you back, though. I can't risk losing you when you were barely mine to begin with. Please, call back or come back over or send a text or anything... I just need to know that we're okay."

With that, he hung up and flopped back on his bed, digesting the morning from hell.

Noah and Santana popped their heads in a bit later and said their goodbye's, Santana leading as Noah stayed back to talk to Finn a while longer.

"Hey, man, I'm sorry," he said sincerely. He was a good guy, really. Sometimes hormones just took control.

"Nah, don't be. This is all my fucking mess anyway."

"She really is a drama queen. Any other girl would have been thrilled to have Santana and I all over them," he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

"I like that about her, though: the fact that she's so passionate and takes no crap at all whatsoever."

"As freaking annoying as that chick is... damn, she's hot."

"Ey, back off," Finn quickly shot back.

"What? She's not your girlfriend."

"Maybe not, but she's still mine."

"Dude, she's a keeper," Puck nodded, then left the now dull and melancholy house.

Rachel received the voicemail once she was already back in her room, her tear covered face dreary and upset.

"Do you need anything, sweetie?" Hiram, one of Rachel's dads, asked as he peeped his head into her room.

"No, Papa; I'm fine," she assured him, though she wasn't. She just wanted to be alone.

I told him not to call, she muttered as he exited the pink, Broadway covered bedroom that belonged to the young star. She would never tell anyone, but she was relieved that Finn wasn't willing to give up on them so easy. Eager to hear what she had to say, Rachel listened to the voicemail, digesting every word.

She placed the phone down once she finished listening and contemplated calling him back. On one hand, he sounded extremely sorry, and an apology from Santana and Noah seemed more than amusing; but on the other, she was heartbroken that Finn hadn't defended her and she had made an extremely dramatic exit, so a call back would be very out of character.

Rachel left the phone on her bed and sighed. As much as she wanted to hate Finn for his lack of respect, she missed him a lot, and knew that if she were to get the part of Fanny Brice, she wouldn't have much time left to be with him. No, she told herself. Rachel Berry doesn't give in. Don't be fooled by his boyish good looks and adorable presence and kind words and the way he talks to you and... No. If he wants you, he'll fight for you. And with that, Rachel Berry went to sleep. She always did when she was upset, just so her pain couldn't cloud her thoughts and she'd be able to wake up the next morning. So Rachel Berry slept; at 8 freaking 30.

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