Finn had prayed to himself the entire drive home that Rachel would still be waiting at his apartment with dinner like they'd planned. He prayed that maybe he'd get lucky and she wouldn't have seen or heard about the broadcast before he got to her and he'd be able to be the one to tell her about it, even if he didn't have a single clue how to explain it. Dustin was the only person he'd told about his and Rachel's Super Bowl agreement and no one on the team had fessed up to being the reporter's confirmed source. Finn hadn't even had time to process how he felt about having his privacy and trust betrayed. He hadn't had time to think that this was going to be a part of living out a career that put him in the public eye. All he was concerned with was Rachel and what he was going to say. How he was going to explain her picture being on the news and their agreement over the Super Bowl being public knowledge. All he had hoped was she would still be at his apartment waiting on him when he pushed open his door. Things weren't going to be that easy though.

She had been in his apartment, the smell of food still lingered in the air. The candles that were strategically placed on the end tables by the sofa and lined up around the coffee table were still warm to the touch. There were fresh flowers that sat as the centerpiece to the dining room table she'd insisted he buy. All signs pointed to Rachel being there but as he went from room to room of the apartment calling her name all he got in response was his own voice echoing back at him. But just to be thorough he checked every room, hoping maybe he'd find her hiding and ignoring him in one of them. Once he got to the bedroom he didn't need to see that everything was exactly as they'd left it that morning, with their clothes on the room and the blankets half pulled off the bed. By the time he got to the bedroom his hope that she was there somewhere waiting for him to get home was gone. In another time or place, in a different world where he was a different person he would have sat on the edge of his empty bed and wondered if he should just give her some space and wait on her to come around. But he had done that once before and she never came around, he wasn't going to let that happen this time. Not without a fight, he'd told her once he didn't give up that easy and damn it he meant it.

"Rachel!" He called out knocking on her door for a moment he had the fleeting thought that maybe he should have called to make sure she was there before he just showed up. But that thought passed as he realized that calling would have just given her a chance to go somewhere else before he got there. It didn't matter, he knew she was inside the apartment the knot in his stomach told him so. It took a few more times of calling out her name and knocking like a mad man before the door flung open and he was met with Rachel face. She could try to put on an expressionless exterior as much as she wanted but Finn knew the language of Rachel Berry and it pained him to see the hurt that was in her eyes as she looked at him. "Hi," he said softly because at that moment he couldn't think of anything else to say. He had never been good with words and now wasn't the time for him to start rambling off the millions of them that were running through his brain.

"Hi?" The way she spoke the word like a bitter question cut him like a knife as she stepped back and let him inside the apartment closing the door and leaning against it. "I really hope you have more to say than hi because I am furious right now." Her voice was calm but shaky at best as she spoke and all Finn wanted to do was reach out and comfort her but the voice in the back of his mind told him that wasn't the best idea.

"Rachel, I am so sorry, I had no idea I'm just as blindsided by this as you are." His words started coming out fast and unrehearsed but as quickly as he started she cut him off.

"I am humiliated right now. Completely and utterly humiliated. And you can't be as blindsided by this as I am. Because I hadn't told anyone about our agreement," the icy bitterness of her tone was new to him; it was something he'd never heard in her voice before. Overdramatic, pleading, scary intensity were all things he'd expected from her, not bitter and so cold it chilled his bones. He watched carefully as she closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, wringing her hands together as she started to speak again. "And when I say anyone I mean anyone, not even Tina who I live with, or my Dads," she paused to take a deep breath and wipe away a stray tear that had formed in her eye. "Do you have any idea what it feels like when your fathers are calling you asking you why they're hearing about your engagement on ESPN?" He couldn't tell if it was fire or ice in her eyes as she finally opened them to make eye contact with him causing a lump to form in the back of his throat. "And if you'd like I can play you the string of voicemails I have on my phone from a bunch of other people asking why they weren't let in on our plan but they all pretty much say the same thing," she scoffed out at him.

Finn felt helpless as he stood in front of her with his hands jammed in his pockets. A part of him wanted to rage out and let her know that he was just as angry and upset over the situation as she was. But the voice in his head told him that rage would solve nothing and if anything would just fuel Rachel's fire. So he stood there with his hands in his pockets at a complete loss for what to tell her, trying not to let the jumble of emotions and words in his brain come falling out in a nonsensical ramble. "You don't think I'm just as humiliated by all of this? You think I wanted my personal life all over the news? Because I don't that's why I agreed with you that we should keep it to ourselves." He kept his voice as calm as he could as he talked taking baby steps towards her, "And the first thing I thought about when I saw the broadcast was you. It wasn't me, or my career, or my privacy, it was you."

He watched as Rachel stepped away from the door, for a moment he thought she was going to step into his arms, but she just stepped away from the door and shook her head. "I feel so hurt and so betrayed right now." Her eyes opened and he could clearly see the glistening of tears in them, "And not because of media, or the news, or the fact that obviously someone's been following us around and taking pictures. I'm hurt and betrayed by you. My first thought was you too, but it was how I couldn't believe you'd done this to me. I didn't want to believe it. But you did the moment you told someone, and you haven't denied it which just proves me right." Her voice was soft and radiated the hurt she felt for a moment. A hurt that shot through to Finn's core and made the emotional pain feel like physical pain. But that sentence was where the hurt in her voice stopped. Her eyes shifted and the iciness returned. "If I wanted to be known because of who I was sleeping with I'd have already slept way to the top by now."

Finn felt his face fall and the lump in his throat dissolve along with any resistance he had to starving off the emotions he was feeling, "Excuse me?" He asked in shock as to what she'd just said to him. "Who you're sleeping with that's all that I am is who you're sleeping with?"

"That's not what I meant Finn and you know that."

"Well it sure as hell sounds like that's what you meant. And it sure as hell sounds like you don't give a damn that I am hurt and betrayed too right now. Are you even concerned with my side of this? Because I told Dustin, that's it. And that's someone who was my friend and mentor long before I was on a football team with him and I don't want to believe it was him so I'm not going to think it was him. But you don't give a damn about my side of the story because obviously all you're concerned about is your name and what people are going to think about you right?"

Rachel stood in front of him with her mouth hanging open, usually rendering Rachel Berry speechless would be considered an accomplishment but right now all he wanted was for her to say something. He wanted validation for his emotions and when she didn't say anything his rage just got worse. "I should be more than that Rachel. You are the one person in this God forsaken city, the one person ever in my life that has never made me feel like they wanted something for me I couldn't give them. I've spent more time than is reasonable trying to prove that I was good enough for you and I've never wondered if you were good enough for me, until now." He spit out immediately regretting the last words from his mouth and letting his face soften to show the regret. "I love you Rachel. The good, the bad, the crazy, the overdramatic, I have always loved you."

A tear rolled down her cheek as she shook her head at him. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm not good enough for you. Don't you see it Finn? You're the big shot quarterback again and I'm the nothing and I swore to myself a long time ago that I would never let anyone make me feel like a nothing again. Not even you. Go home Finn, you have a game worry about. A lot of people you don't want to let down." She said softly as she crossed in front of him and made her way in the direction of her bedroom.

Finn turned around to watch her walk as he licked his lips before speaking, "Tell me you don't love me. Tell me you don't love me and I am just who you're sleeping with and I'll go home." He watched as Rachel turned to face him, their eyes meeting as they both remained silent. He studied her face as she drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes, his heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his entire body as he waited for her to say the words he feared. But she didn't, and he knew it was because she couldn't, she was there in front of him speaking her language again and he knew that her silence said more than anything. "This isn't over. You don't get to just walk away from me this time, it's not that easy. And I'm not going anywhere." He said firmly and nodded in the direction of the couch, as he sat down and watched her shrug slightly before she made her way into her room, the sound of the door closing behind her echoing so loudly in his brain he thought he might be having repercussions of his concussion. "I'm not going anywhere." He said quietly to himself after several minutes had passed, almost jumping up as he heard footsteps coming towards him.

"Sorry," Tina emerged from the kitchen and gave him a sympathetic look.

Finn looked around confused for a moment letting his brain process that it was Tina and not Rachel walking in his direction, "You heard everything?"

She nodded silently as she took a seat next to him on the sofa, "She came home and locked herself in her room. I didn't have to ask why of course," she let out a small laugh as she tried in vain to joke. "I was in the kitchen when you started knocking, I was going to come answer but the next thing I knew I heard you two going at it, so I decided the safest move was to stay in the kitchen." Tina reached up and put a comforting hand on Finn's shoulder.

"I'm sorry you had to wait through all of that."

"It's not your fault. Rachel's taking this pretty hard but it's not your fault. If anything it's hers, you've got the life she wanted for you. But she never thought she was going to be a part of that life and now she's having to deal with that. And we all know that Rachel doesn't exactly deal with things in the most…. Sane way." Another soft laugh came through but this time Finn felt himself give a laugh with her.

"I know you forget I fell in love with crazy Rachel."

"Crazy, selfish, acting exactly like she is right now Rachel is exactly who you fell in love with. I know I was there. And that's exactly why you should go home," Tina reached up and ran a hand down his face in a calming manner. "Because you know she's not coming out of that room any time tonight. And probably not tomorrow either but she'll come around she loves you Finn, even if her way of showing it is a little…"

"Crazy," he said softly and gave her a shrug as he leaned back against the couch and let out a deep sigh.