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Last Chapter Recap: Romantic and errr... heated rooftop picnic at night, where a good time was had by all- by all, I mean Finn and Rachel but not by the crushed sushi.

I Saw You

Early -ish the next morning...

Conflicted, that's what I was- lying in my bed with my dazzlingly sexy (What? It was the truth!) fiance dozing next to me, all snuggly and warm. Eww...I was turning into such a cliché. I grinned. Back to the topic at hand: I was conflicted because I had a 9 o'clock class,"Techniques in Jazz Dance," but I so wanted to stay in bed with my gorgeous hunk of man. I was doing it again... Repeat to self: I will not objectify Finn. I will not objectify Finn. My internal voice never seemed to sleep when I wanted her to.

It was 7:20 already, I had to get up if I was going to make it by 9. Why couldn't I just stage a bed-in like John Lennon and Yoko Ono? But instead of world peace, I wanted a total ban on classes that started before 11 am when one's fiance was in town. Well, maybe noon. Now, I really was being frivolous. It was a good thing I had such a strong sense of responsibility to my craft. This thought wasn't very comforting as I hauled my fanny out of bed, after planting a feathery kiss on Finn's bare shoulder.

Casting one more longing look down at my hot...correction... the love of my life, I threw on my ice cream cone patterned bathrobe and limped to the kitchen for some tea and muesli. Santana was up and staring grumpily at her coffee. She was not a morning person- big surprise. I, however, usually was, but not today.

"Morning," I yawned as popped a tea bag into a mug of water and put it in the microwave.

"Berry, why is there sushi all over my old bedspread?" Santana gestured to her bedspread folded over the couch with grains of rice sticking to it. "Tsk... never mind, I don't want to know," she grimaced in a way that only Santana could grimace.

"Sorry about that, I'll wash it as soon as possible. I can loan you one of mine in the mean time..."

"Nah, just wash it when you do your laundry next. Actually, I told the hairless-yeti that I would probably burn it when you guys finished using it for 'your picnic on the roof'" she used her fingers to make quotation symbols in the air to punctuate her innuendo. I would have been offended, if what she had been implying weren't true. I was blushing furiously, as I recalled in brilliant detail our romantic picnic with champagne, squashed sushi, and yummy chocolate strawberries, which Finn and I had taken turns feeding to each other. All this was mixed in with mind-blowing sex, of course. I could feel the blood rushing to my face.

I was saved from having to make a response by the opening of my bedroom door. A very sleepy Finn wandered over to kiss me on the top of my head with a slurred, "Morning, babe."

"Too early for this shit!" Santana exclaimed, but without any real anger. She picked up her coffee and walked into her room.

"Santana..." Finn began, as if to make peace.

"Finn, I wouldn't try to talk to her too much before her first cup of coffee. She's a little grumpy in the mornings," I warned.

"I thought she was always grumpy," Finn grumbled, walking over to the coffee pot, he held it up to study it closely. Probably debating if it was safe to drink, since Santana made it. Shrugging, he poured a cup, "I'll make her some more, if she wants it."

"Wise move," I replied as I took out cereal bowls, "Cereal? Sorry I can't stay to help you make a better breakfast, but you know I have my dance class this morning."

"Cereal would be great," he walked to the fridge and got out both the soy and 1% milks, setting them next to the bowls.

While we were eating our cereal, I asked, "So what are you up to today? I should be done with classes by 3 or a little earlier. Maybe we could meet for lunch? I could print a map of campus for you."

"Yeah, that'd be awesome. Kurt said something about getting together to hang out this afternoon, so I'm sure I'll manage not to miss you too much," he smiled down at me.

"Wish I didn't have class... It was really hard to get up this morning and leave you all cozy in bed. Speaking of which, I better get moving, or I'm going to be really late," I said, carrying my cereal bowl to the sink.

"Can't have that. I'll clean up..." He playfully shooed me out of the kitchen.

Smiling gratefully, I blew him a kiss and rushed to get ready.

Less than an hour later, I gathered my bag and water bottle at the front door and paused to give Finn a very thorough kiss goodbye, so thorough, in fact, that my water bottle fell from my hand and hit the rug with a dull thud, rolling away. How was a girl supposed to leave this? With I sigh I rubbed my thumb over his bottom lip, and murmured, "Bye. See you at the Student Commons around 12:15."

"'Kay. Have a good morning," crooked grin in place as he shut the door for me.

On the sidewalk a few steps from the entrance of my building, an arm draped casually around my shoulders. I glanced around in mild surprise to see Adam Salzman, one of the first people I'd met at NYADA this summer. Adam and I were in the 9 o'clock dance class together. He was adorable. He had this whole youngish Adrian Grenier thing going, and he was a terrible flirt. I never took him too seriously, though, as he knew all about the ring on my finger and Finn.

"Good morning, gorgeous!" he exclaimed planting a loud kiss on my cheek.

"Hey, Adam," I laughed, batting him away playfully, "So are we ready for this?"

Adam rolled his eyes, "If you mean Madame Tolska's chamber of horrors- Hardly. But with you by my side to catch me if I swoon from too many jazz pirouettes, we'll get by. To quote the famous Rachel Berry 'Let's do this!'"

Adam was such a nut! How well he knew me already, I thought, as I briefly returned his friendly one-armed hug.

"Techniques in Jazz Dance" crawled by in an hour and 20 minute block of pure torture, as Madame Tolska put us through our paces. After countless high kicks and foot slides accompanied by jazz hands, we were finally free to leave. Adam walked with me to the Student Commons, as he usually did on Mondays.

I guess I didn't mind, really, but I had been hoping for some semi-alone time with Finn, who I hoped would find me by using the map I'd printed for him that morning. I immediately felt guilty at such a selfish thought, so I put a friendly smile on my face and said, "Adam, you'll finally get a chance to meet Finn. He's meeting me here for lunch."

Adam's normally pleasant expression flickered into a half frown, "Oh, I forgot soldier boy was in town. You know, Rachel, if you ever get tired of the long distance thing, just let me know..." at this he stepped close and laid a hand at the side of my neck. Erhmm... very uncomfortable moment, which got much worse as Adam leaned in to place a light kiss at the corner of my mouth. Uh-oh. Alarm bells were clanging in my head, but I couldn't seem to move. I just stood there frozen. Adam took my lack of a response as encouragement, so his mouth trailed over to press a fuller kiss on my lips, which were parted in utter shock.

O-O-KAY! I was internally cringing, as I tried to gently back away from Adam. I felt awful. Yes, we flirted a little sometimes, but I had told Adam about Finn. Adam was so funny and so rarely serious. He flirted with everyone, didn't he?- He even tried with Madame Tolska. Besides, I thought he knew there was only one man in my life that I wanted kissing me like that, and it wasn't Adam.

"Oh, Adam..." I looked at him sadly, "I'm so sorry... I thought you understood. You are such a good friend, but not... Please..." What could I say?

"Hey, forget it, Rachel," Adam's smile did not come close to reaching his eyes, "You're always saying I'm incorrigible. I was just messing with you. Listen, I've got to run, but tell lover boy 'hi' from me, will ya'" At this Adam reached out and squeezed my hand before pivoting to stride away with his characteristic, I've-got-the-world-on-a-string, swagger.

I stared after him for a long time, absently biting my lip. This was terrible! How could I have misled Adam like that? Well, I would set up a lunch with him soon, so we could talk it out. He was too good a friend to give up without at least trying to get past this.

I was so distracted about hurting my friend, that I didn't even really notice right away that it was well past 12:15, the time Finn and I agreed to meet. Hmmm... he was late sometimes, or maybe he'd gotten lost. I pulled out my phone to text him. When my text, and then a phone call, went unanswered, I was worried, but resignedly got in line to grab a salad before my voice lesson at 1:30. My day had gone from its delightful beginning of waking up in Finn's arms to this.

When I got to my voice professor's office, there was a note for me taped on her door:

Rachel,

Maddie and Chaz both have the chicken pox! Sorry to cancel on such short notice, but the au pair just called. Work on what we talked about last time. See you next week, hopefully.

Lydia

Poor Lydia! Both her 4 year-old and 18 month-old with the chicken pox simultaneously. Yeck! And I thought I had a right to be gloomy about my day. Well, at least this meant that the rest of my day was free to spend with Finn...and Kurt if they'd ended up hanging out.

After another unanswered text and call to Finn, I decided there was nothing for it, but to go back to my apartment and hope he was there. Maybe he'd accidentally muted his phone or something.

By the time I was climbing my apartment steps, all 8 long flights, I'd decided I'd call Kurt, if Finn wasn't at my apartment. As I let myself in, I was met by an annoyed Santana.

"Berry! There you are. I've called you twice. Where the hell have you been? I swear, you have more drama in your life than that Spanish soap opera mi abuela used to make me watch with her."

I looked rather dumbly at the phone in my hand showing three missed calls and then back at Santana.

With an exasperated sigh, Santana walked over to me and handed me a crumpled piece of paper. "About an hour ago, Finn pounded on the apartment door looking ready to punch someone. I think he may have even been...ugh... crying. He came in and kicked the couch- hard! Tell him, if he breaks it he buys it... Then he stomped around the apartment for about 10 minutes gathering his stuff. He didn't say much before he stormed out, just told me to give you this."

I recognized Finn's scrawl as soon as I opened the note:

Rachel,

I saw you this morning outside your building, and again in the student place, where I was supposed to meet you, with some guy. Kissing some guy. How could you not tell me there was someone else? I think it's best if I remove myself from your life now.

Finn

Yes, Finn over-reacted, but shall we hear his point of view next? I'd love to hear from you!