Author's Note: Okay, so I wrote this BEFORE I wrote chapter two, so I hope I didn't get anything mixed up. I'm pretty sure I didn't.
Chapter Three
Finn's POV
One Day Ago.
"I just don't want to be the lead in this play," I said as I was driving Rachel to her house.
"I don't understand, Finn," she huffed. "We always get the lead. Always."
I stopped at a red light and sighed. "Maybe it's time for a change."
Rachel snorted. "Change?"
"Yeah," I muttered. "What's so wrong about it?"
"Finn, you don't quit while you're ahead," she snapped. "You strive for perfection. You keep going!"
"Well, maybe I don't want to be perfect, Rachel!" The light flashed green. "Can we just drop it?"
"No!" she snapped again. "I want to be Belle and I want you to be Beast! I don't want to have to kiss anyone else!"
"It's just a play, Rachel." I knew that wasn't the real reason, but I didn't want to start a whole other fight.
"Oh? Just a play?"
"Yes," I said as I pulled into her driveway. "It's not like you'll be cheating or anything."
"Fine," she snapped as she viciously unbuckled her seatbelt. "You be whoever the hell you want and I'll be Belle."
She got out of the car and slammed the door. I watched as she stormed into the house.
Today.
Rachel wouldn't sit with me. She was still mad at me for wanting to play a smaller role. Why does it even matter to her what role I play? She should be focusing on her role. And the whole "kissing someone else"? Bull. This is the career path she wants, and if she wants this relationship to last she has to get used to kissing other people. It's not like I would get jealous. I trust her.
I just wish she could trust me to play my own role for once.
"Anyone else decided on a character?"
I looked up. Schue wanted to know what character we wanted to play. I knew right from the start who I wanted. Lumiere, the candelabra.
"Mr. Schue, I would like to play Lumiere."
Schue nodded. "That's a really good choice, Finn."
I looked at Rachel to she what she thought. Phew, if looks could kill. Seriously. Was she PMSing or was I really in trouble?
"Well, if Hudson isn't going to play the beast, then can I play him?" Puck asked.
"We'll see, Puck," Schue said. "Anyone else?"
No one said anything.
"Come on guys," he groaned. "There are so many characters any one of you could play."
"Except, we don't remember the characters that well, Mr. Schue," Kurt pointed out. "It's been at least thirteen years since the last time I watched Beauty and the Beast."
"Then, that's today's homework," Schue said. "Watch the movie."
"What if we don't own it anymore?" Quinn asked. "How will we watch it?"
"Well, you can borrow someone else's or go to Blockbuster," Schue answered. "Why are you all making this assignment seem so difficult?"
"Woah, calm down, Mr. Schue," Rachel said as she held up a stack of papers. "I already talked to my dads about it and they said it's okay if I have the Glee Club come over for a little movie night and slumber party. That way we have plenty of time to discuss it."
A few groans went around the room.
"That's fantastic, Rachel. You get a gold star for thinking ahead."
Schue placed a gold star by Rachel's name on a piece of construction paper that was taped to the wall. She was the only one with gold stars by her name. We all knew that he did it so she wouldn't complain about her extra work going unnoticed and unappreciated.
Rachel grinned then handed out invitations to her house.
Have no fear, have no fright
Let's go back to our childhood
For one special night!
The movie night will take place at Rachel's house.
Movie starts at 8 pm.
Snacks and refreshments will be served.
Don't forget your jammies!
"This has got to be the worst invitation I have ever received," I heard Quinn whispered to Justin.
After class Rachel pulled me aside. I could have sworn I seen fire in her eyes, but I convinced myself that she was just a scary person.
"This is about Santana, isn't it?"
"What?" I asked. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"You want to be Lumiere because Santana wants to play Babette."
"Who's Babette?"
"Don't play stupid," she snapped. "You know Lumiere and Babette are lovers. The candelabra and the feather duster!"
"They are?"
"Yes!"
"Look, I didn't even know that. Even if I had, I wanted to play Lumiere before I even knew Santana wanted to play Bobbit."
"Babette."
"Whatever."
"Admit it, Finn," she mumbled. "I'll never be good enough or pretty enough for you. There will always be a Santana, or a Quinn, and even an Alex."
"Yeah, Rachel," I said. "They're very beautiful women, but am I with them? Did I ask them to be my girlfriend? No. I asked you, because I love you. But…"
"But?"
"But, I don't think you love me."
"I do love you, Finn."
"Then why can't you trust me?"
"I do trust you."
"You keep lying," I said. "I'm not sure if I can trust you now."
I walked away, ignoring her calling after me. The more I thought about the way Rachel acts, the more I wondered if she was really the right girl for me. I wondered if I did truly love her...
