"Finn?" Quinn said again, while tears were streaming down her face. Finn was sitting up in his bed with his hands over his ears, shaking. Quinn just watched him for a moment. She knew what was going on, but she didn't know what to do. She was afraid, to say the least.

"Where's his fucking leg, where the fuck is it, we gotta find it, we have too, he needs his leg, he's only a kid, we have too, come on" Finn yelled, while shaking uncontrollably. Even though it was dark, the dim light from the hall way lit up Finn's room a little bit, just enough so Quinn could see him and just enough so she could read his face. His eyes were closed shot.

"Finn.." Quinn said, softly, as she sniffled. She didn't want to startle him. She slowly walked over to him. She was about 3 inches away from him. She was almost afraid to touch him. "Finn.." she repeated, softly. More tears were coming down her face. Suddenly, Finn stopped. His breathing became really heavy. His hands were still on his ears and his eyes were still closed shut, but, he stopped shaking as much, which Quinn took as a good sign. She touched his shoulder, delicately, with her finger tips. "Finn..." she repeated, again, a little louder this time.

"Quinn?" Finn asked, as he removed his hands from his ears and opened his eyes, turning his head to her. Now, she could see tears down his face. She didn't say a word. She moved her hand from his shoulder and lightly wiped his tears away with her thumb. They both just stared at eachother as she did this.

"I can explain, Quinn..." Finn embaressly said. He put his hand on her hip. For a minute, he remembered her in her Cheerio's uniform. He remembers the time they both sat on his bed, crying, because she was pregnant. They were scared. They didn't know what they were going to do-to keep the baby or to not keep the baby? He remembers how she wiped his tears away and how he did the same for her.

Finn reached his hand up and wiped her tears away, just like she just did for him a moment ago. Quinn gave him a soft smile. "We can talk about it tomorrow, okay?" she finally replied. She slowly walked to the other side of the bed and his eyes followed her, his mouth opened a little bit. She slid into bed with him and laid her head down. He followed her actions and did the same. They both laid there, looking at eachother. It felt like hours. Quinn moved closer to him and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. She inched back to the spot where she first slid into and noticed it was much colder than the spot she was when she was next to Finn.

"Thank you, Quinn" Finn whispered. Quinn smiled softly at him and she watched as Finn drifted off into sleep. She shortly followed him.

8:30 AM

Finn stayed awake, watching the angel next to him sleep. He felt like she was his guardian angel. She came back into his life at just the right time. Memories of them started flowing.

"Dude, can you believe it? We're finally in high school!" Noah Puckerman proclaimed as he threw his fist into the air. Finn nodded excitedly and smiled.

"I know! I can't believe we both made the Varsity football team as freshmans!" Finn said, as he turned to his best friend and high fived him.

"We're gonna get all the hot babes. And ugly babes. But remember what I told you, we only go after the ugo chicks after we've gone through the hot chicks, alright?" Puck said seriously. Finn nodded, remembering what his friend told him when they made the team. He put his books in his locker and couldn't help but be grateful that he had a top locker, since he was freakishly tall.

"Damn, look at those girls. Serious tens. They're smoking hot" Puck said with a dreamy voice, staring past Finn. Finn turned his head to look. 'Oh my God' Finn thought. His mouth dropped and he knew his mom would tell him to close his mouth before the flies got in, but, he couldn't help it. His eyes we're centered on the blonde.

"Finn? Finn? Are you listening to me?" Puck said, as he shook his best friend.

"So beautiful" Finn said as he continued staring at the blonde.

"What? Dude?" Puck said, looking at him really confused. Suddenly, the blonde looked up and made eye contact with Finn. Finn felt his heart stop. The most beautiful girl he's ever laid eyes on was making eye contact with him. She smiled at him and Finn instantly fell in love with her smile. Finn then saw a Latino girl who was with the blonde, shake her, just like Puck had previously done to blonde turned red and turned back, talking to her friends. Finn shook his head and looked at Puck.

"What the fuck, dude?" Puck asked.

"Oh, nothing. I just...I...Gas, dude" Finn shrugged.

Finn silently laughed to himself, reminicisng the memory of when he first saw Quinn. It surprised him how they were becoming so close in just a matter of a few days. Their relationship had been better than ever. Friendship, not relationship, friendship. Well, friendships are still considered relationships, right? Finn knew that they both felt completely comfortable with eachother. He could honestly call her his best friend right now.

"Hey, you" Quinn said sleepily as she yawned.

"Hey" Finn replied, smiling. Quinn looked at him and smiled.

"You weren't watching me sleep, were you, Hudson?" Quinn asked as she got up from bed and stretched.

"No, I just woke up only a few seconds ago" Finn replied quickly. 'White lies don't hurt' Finn thought. Quinn looked down at him and smiled.

"Do you work today?" Quinn asked as she checked her phone.

"Nope, I'm off" Finn said as he sat up. Quinn put her phone down on the end table and smiled.

"How about I make us breakfast and then we can have our talk?" Quinn asked as she got out of bed, stretching her arms out again. "Thanks for taking care of me last night, by the way" Quinn added as she smiled.

"That sounds great! No problem. You've been taking care of me alot lately, too..I'm sorry about last night" Finn said embaressed, as he followed her actions and got out of bed. Quinn looked at him with saddness in her eyes.

"Please, don't say sorry for that, Finn. I'm giving you someone to lean on. I'm always here for you, Finn. You know that, right?" Quinn questioned as she raised one of her eyebrows. Finn nodded and smiled at her.

"Same goes for you, Q" Finn replied. With that, Quinn shot him a smile and swiftly walked out of the room, to the kitchen. He made the bed in his room and decided to go make the guest bed room. He finished making the guest bed and noticed Quinns clothes on the floor. Including her undergarments. His heart started speeding up and he felt flushed. He picked up her dress and stared at it for a moment. He then put it on the guest bed neatly. Then his eyes went over to the panties and bra. He gulped looking at them and felt his mouth dry. 'Do I touch them?' Finn thought. He debated in his head for a few seconds and decided he would. 'We're just friends, friends touch eachothers underwear and stuff..right?' Finn thought as he bent down and picked up her bra and underwear. It was a pink little thong that said "Princess" on the front. He chuckled a little. 'That's so Quinn' Finn thought to himself. He felt his penis twitch a little, thinking of her wearing these, in his bed, on top of hi-

"Finn, breakfast is ready!" He heard Quinn's voice and dropped the undergarments instantly.

"I-I'll be right there, Q!" Finn called back. He quickly picked up the bra and panties and threw them on the bed, wanting to get out of the room as quickly as he could. When he got into the dining room, he saw a fresh cup of coffee and an egg sandwich on a bagel with ham and cheese. He smiled and licked his lips as he sat down across from Quinn.

"Are you okay? You look a little flustered" Quinn questioned him, with a confused and concerned tone in her voice as she tilted her head a little.

"I'm fine, just anxious for this delicious food" Finn replied, grinning. 'Nice save, Hudson' he thought to himself, proud of it. Quinn smiled at him and took a sip of her coffee.

"Good, I'm glad. Are you ready to talk about last night?" Quinn asked, a little nervously. Finn nodded and took a bite out of his sandwich before he speak.

"I guess I should just tell you and be open with you. As you know, I have PTSD. Obviously, from being in combat. It usually happens in the middle of the night. Sometimes, there's triggers for it during the day. For example, if I hear a loud 'boom' during the day, or maybe another veteran, something like that. I won't even think of it during the day, but when I wake up yelling, and when I finally contain myself, I kind of make the connection. I think Shawn was my trigger last night and then talking about Nick Hart..I'm truly sorry for waking you up, Quinn" Finn sighed as he looked down at his food, afraid of what she would say.

"Finn-"

"I have therapy today, so, I'm sure it won't happen again tonight. Not that it would matter if it happened tonight, cause, ya know, I don't think you'd wanna stay here ever again after last night"

"Finn, why-"

"I'm just really sorry I woke you up, Quinn"

"Finn, stop. You're rambling now. Don't be nervous or embaressed or anything, it's just me" Quinn said, giving him a caring smile. Finn looked up and smiled back at her.

"Still, I'm sorry I woke you up, Q" Finn said apologetically. Quinn gave him a confused look.

"You're sorry you woke me up? Finn, that's the least of my concerns. You could wake up all of New York City and that would still be the least of my concerns" Quinn said, as if it was the most obvious thing of the world. She didn't get how he could be so concerned about waking her up.

"You aren't mad that I woke you up?" Finn squinted his eyebrows together, shooting her a weird look, as if she was crazy. Quinn shook her head.

"No, not at all! I wanna help you Finn..I think we really need to have a serious talk" Quinn replied as she folded her hands on the table. Finn looked at her nervously.

"Here's how I see this all, Finn. Don't get mad at me..Promise?" Quinn asked as she put her pinky out over the table, with a serious look on her face. Finn chuckled and connected his pinky with hers.

"I promise" Finn replied.

"One, I'm completely confused as to why waking someone up is your main concern. Secondly, I think you should maybe go to therapy more than once a week. Third, I think...This is hard to say, Finn...But, I think we really need to get rid of the elephant in the room and talk about your drinking problem" Quinn said, in a very caring tone. She looked at him. Finn could tell that her eyes were filled with love and concern. He couldn't help but think about how when he would try to talk to Rachel about this, it usually ended in yelling and her storming out.

"Rachel use to get really pissed at me..She needs a full nights rest. I think I should too..I tried to deny for so long that this isn't serious, but, it is. And sometimes, it's the only thing that can help me cope through the day, ya know? I know I have a drinking problem. But, the way I see it, is I'm not hurting anyone" Finn said, seriously, as he shrugged.

Quinn sighed. "She use to get mad at you for that? For something you can't help? That's completely abusrb and I'll never understand that. You have therapy today, right?" Quinn asked him. She knew she needed to talk to Lt Randolph. Finn nodded yes. "Can I come again?" Quinn asked, innocently. Finn tilted his head a little and looked at her, kind of confused. Were his therapy sessions that interesting?

"S-sure.." Finn replied, confused. Quinn smiled at him and took a sip of her coffee.

"Okay, good. I'll catch a cab home and get dressed and stuff, then, I'll come back here, okay? What time is your session?" Quinn asked, taking charge of the situation.

"12 in the afternoon" Finn replied with a mouth full of egg sandwich. Quinn smiled at him and laughed a little.

"Alright, so, I'll go after my coffee and be here by 11:30, okay?" Quinn asked, finishing her coffee. Finn just nodded. He was really surprised that she actually wanted to go to therapy with him.

"I'll just drop you off, I don't want you spending your money like that for a cab" Finn said as he nodded, finishing his egg sandwich and washing it down with some coffee.

"You don't have too, Finn" Quinn replied as she followed his actions and took a sip of her coffee.

"No, I will" Finn said, smiling at her. "Consider it a thank you for last night" he replied, lifting his coffee up a little and pointing it to her.

"Thank you, Finn" Quinn said sincerely. They finished their breakfast then started on the few dishes they had to do. Quinn took his plate and started putting the dirty dishes in the sink, ready to do them. Finn walked into the kitchen.

"Come on Quinn, I'll do them, don't worry about it" Finn said sincerely as he walked up to Quinn at the sink and put his hand on her shoulder.

"How about you dry and I'll wash?" Quin replied, turning her head around her shoulder and smiling at him.

"I'll wash, you dry" Finn said, moving his head down a little and smiling. Quinn rolled her eyes and moved down the sink and had the wash cloth in her hand.

"Fine" Quinn said as she playfully rolled her eyes. Finn chuckled and started on the dishes. After doing the dishes in silence for two minutes, Quinn playfully slapped Finn with the wash cloth. Finn looked to her at the side and smirked. He pushed her a little with his hips and she giggled. Quinn then pushed him back.

"You can't move me" Finn whispered as he looked at her, smiling. "You gonna shower when you get home, Fabray?" Before Quinn could answer, Finn splashed a little water on her face from the faucet, with a big grin on his face.

"Finn!" Quinn shriekd. Finn burst out a husky laugh as he threw his head back. Quinn got a devilish grin and grabbed one of the clean cups and filled it up with water.

"Just thirsty" Quinn smiled sweetly as she took a sip. Finn laughed and shook his head, still looking at her. She quickly took the cup from her mouth and splashed the water in his face. Quinn laughed furociously as Finn jumped a little from the shock.

"Oh, we're playing like that, are we?" Finn said in a serious tone as he tried to hide the laughter. Quinn was still laughing as Finn grabbed the sprayer from the sink and sprayed Quinn.

"Oh my God!" Quinn shrieked, laughing, as Finn continued to spray her. She took her water and threw it at Finn, who was cracking up from laughter. "You kind of smell, Hudson" Quinn said as she quickly grabbed the dish soap and shot it at his wifebeater.

"Oh you're done, Fabray" Finn said, laughing, as Quinn laughed along. Finn put the gun down and reached over to grab a sponge. Quinn saw this as her chance to get the sprayer and sprayed Finn right on the head as he was reaching for the sponge. They continued playing like kids, with the soap and water, and turning everyday cleaning items into weapons. By the time they finished, they were both soaken wet with soap. Soap and water covered the ground.

They both were on the ground, laughing uncontrollably. "I can't believe we just did that" Quinn laughed. Finn laughed even more at her statement.

"I feel like I'm twelve" Finn said, laughing. Quinn laughed even more.

"We have to clean this up" Quinn said, laughing, as she got up. Finn got up, but he slipped and fell. Quinn looked down at him for a second and Finn looked up at her. They burst into laughter at Finn's clumsyness. Finn finally got up and they started cleaning up, laughing the whole time.

"Next time we have a water slash soap slash sponge slash whatever we can find fight, remind me not to wear a white shirt" Quinn said as she looked down, finally noticing that her nipples were showing and quickly covered her shirt. Finn instantly turned to her, his eyes already on her chest. He quickly looked up at her and smiled.

"Maybe I will, maybe I won't" Finn replied in a mocking tone. Quinn rolled her eyes and pushed him softly. "Let me go get you different clothes, I don't want you to be cold outside" Finn replied as he began to walk out of the kitchen that left not evidence of any type of fight. Quinn's eyes widened at his statement and he turned around, his eyes opened wide and his mouth opened a little bit. "I mean, not like that, I just mean, ya know, it might be cold, ya know and you're wet-" Finn said nervously. "I mean,not like that, I mean, you're drenched in water and-"

Quinn laughed at his nervousness. "Just go get me different clothes, Finn" Quinn replied, rolling her eyes playfully. Finn chuckled and went into his room, grabbing her sweatpants and a hoodie. Quinn smiled as a thank you and went to the bathroom to change her clothes. She couldn't help but think about how hot Finn looked, with his arms wet. She quickly shook her thoughts as she looked at herself in the mirrow, wearing his clothes. They were so big and warm on her. She walked out of the bathroom into the guest room and grabbed her clothes from last night and purse. She went into the living room to see Finn sitting on the couch with his keys and shoes on.

"You ready?" Finn said, looking her up and down, smiling. Quinn nodded and smiled back at him. "I'll carry you, because heels totally don't go with sweats" Finn said in a high pitched voice. Quinn laughed at his attempt to sound like a girl.

"You don't have to, Finn" Quinn replied. Before she could protest more, Finn picked her up and walked out to his truck. When they got into the truck, they saw a small, brunette figure, stoping dead in her tracks, looking at them.

"Rachel?" Finn asked, still holding Quinn. Quinn's mouth dropped a little. 'Fuck, she's gonna think I'm sleeping with him' Quinn thought to herself.

"Hi" was all Rachel could muster out. The three stared at eachother in silence for a few seconds. "I just...I just came to get a few things. I'm sorry, I should've called" Rachel said, frantically.

"No, no, it's no problem. Uh, you still have a key?" Finn asked, still holding Quinn. A butter knife could cut the tension. Rachel just nodded, moving her eyes over to Quinn, who was just looking down at his hoodie that she was wearing, like it was the most interesting thing in the world. "Alright..." Finn replied as he opened the passenger side of the truck.

There was no goodbye, Rachel just stared at the two for a moment and then walked to her and Finn's old apartment. Rachel couldn't help but want to cry, how the hell could he move on so fast?

The drive home to Quinn's was silent. When they finally got there, Quinn looked over to Finn, who was looking at the steering wheel.

"I'm so sorry about that, Quinn.." Finn said softly as he looked over to her. Quinn smiled softly.

"It wasn't your fault. I just don't want her to think anythings going on" Quinn replied. Finn nodded and did his half smile.

"I'll explain it to her. Or Kurt, who will most likely tell her" Finn replied chuckling. Quinn chuckled along with him.

"I'll be at your place at 11:30, alright?" Quinn said softly, as she smiled at him. Finn nodded at her and smiled back. They said their goodbyes and Finn watched Quinn walk into the apartment and smiled to himself. He drove away and when he got to his apartment, he saw Rachels car. He sighed, knowing it wasn't going to pretty when he walked into his apartment. He walked to his apartment and saw her looking through an old photo album.

"What are you doing?" Finn asked, almost whispering, as he slowly made his way to Rachel who was sitting at the kitchen table, looking through the album. Rachel looked up at him, a little startled. Finn sat next to her. She was looking at a picture of Finn and Quinn on graduation day.

"Rachel, nothings going on. You have to understand, this is hard for me. Puck isn't the greatest person to lean on during this kind of stuff and Quinn and I have gotten closer. She stayed last night because she was drunk and-"

"So you took advantage of her and slept with her?" Rachel said sternly and quickly, cutting him off.

"I'm not like that, you know that!" Finn replied as he raised his voice. Rachel slammed the book shut and was getting ready to walk out the door.

"Thanks for moving on so fast" Rachel said, in an angry tone.

"Rach, there's nothing going on! We shouldn't even talking about this anyway, it's none of your business!" Finn yelled, angrily. Rachel looked at him with hurt and Finn just put his head down in shame and ran his fingers through his hair. Neither of them said more and Rachel walked out of the apartment, only with an old photo album and a few other knick knacks.

Quinn and Santanas

"I'm home!" Quinn yelled through the apartment as she walked through the door. She heard Santana walking through the hallway, then saw the Latin girl.

"How was your night?" Santana said in a sing songy voice as she sang. Quinn rolled her eyes at her. She told her everything. Santanas mouth dropped.

"So, you're going to therapy with him? And you saw, Berry?! She saw you, coming out of his apartment, with him holding you, with his clothes on?!" Santana burst out laughing and Quinn rolled her eyes.

"It's not funny San, I don't want her to think anything" Quinn replied, with no emotion in her tone. With that said, Quinn walked into the bathroom and started showering and getting ready, still hearing Santanas laugh.

11:30

Finn heard a knock on his door promtly at 11:30. He rushed to the door opening it and smiling.

"Hey" the petite blonde said as Finn smiled down at her.

"Hey, you ready to go?" Finn asked as he walked out the door, closing it and locking it. Quinn smiled and 'mhm-ed' and they started towards his car. Finn was wearing tan khaki shorts and a grey Army Strong hoodie and Quinn wore a white sundress with a yellow cardigan. She also sported a yellow head band in her hair. The drive to the therapist office was filled with laughs and corny jokes.

"Here we are" Finn said as he stopped the truck and looked at Quinn with a small smile.

"I bet Marissa can't wait to see you" Quinn smirked as she got out of the truck. Finn chuckled and nodded.

"What women can't wait to see me?" Finn said sarcastically as he looked to her from the side. Quinn laughed and rolled her eyes.

"Of course, Hudson" Quinn replied. They walked into the office and Marissa jerked right up, but her face fell again as she saw the blonde. Quinn smiled at her, a big toothy Quinn Fabray bitch smile. Marissa rolled her eyes but quickly regain her composure as Finn and Quinn approached her.

"Hey Marissa, 12 oclock today" Finn replied, smiling at her for a second, then turning his smile to Quinn.

"Of course, Mr Hudson" Marissa smiled as she looked at the piece of paper on the desk and looking up at Finn with her sultry eyes. 'Is this really happening right now?' Quinn thought.

Marissa called Lt Randolph and told Finn and Quinn to go right through. Quinn and Finn smiled at eachother and started towards his door. Their hands were brushing up against eachother as they walked in the hall way. Finn softly put his hand on the small of Quinns back and Quinn looked up at him, giving him a small smile.

"It'll be alright" Quinn whispered as they reached the door. Finn and Quinn walked in, smiling.

"Finn and Quinn!" Lt Randolph smiled as he exclaimed.

Finn's face lit up. "What's going on, Lt?" Finn smiled as he walked towards Lt Randolph, giving him a firm hand shake.

"Quinn, glad to see you here again, sweetie" Lt Randolph said sincerly as he hugged Quinn.

"I'm glad to be here, Lt" Quinn replied sweetly as she smiled. Her and Finn sat down simutaneously, as did Lt Randolph.

"How are things?" Lt Randolph asked. Quinn looked at Finn, waiting for him to talk. Finn told him about the bar last night, how he saw Shawn and how they started talking about Nicholas Hart. Finn then told him about the 'episode' he had last night.

"Quinn, you were witness to this, correct?" Lt Randolph, looking at Quinn. Quinn nodded.

"It seems like Shawn and your conversation was a bit of a trigger for you, huh, Finn?" Finn nodded slowly.

"I guess so" Finn replied.

"Finn, I think you might be interested in this" Lt Randolph said as he looked through his drawers. He pulled out a brochure. "This is from the Veterans association. It's a big group thing, like group therapy. It's free and you just go there and talk to other Veterans going through the same issues. It helps alot with some people and I believe it could work for you as well." Lt Randolph said, as he handed the brochure to Finn. Finn looked at the brochure, interested, as Quinn leaned over and looked at it as well.

Finn nodded. "I'll check it out" Finn said, looking up at Lt Randolph. Lt Randolph smiled and nodded once.

"Good, good" Lt Randolph said, happily.

"Lt Randolph, I wanna talk to you about something. I think I need to come to therapy more than once a week..I think, maybe, if I do this group thing once a week, then come to you twice a week, I think it'll really help.." Finn said, afraid that he might say no, it can't fit in his schedule or something. Lt Randolph's face lit up.

"Finn, I thought you'd never suggest that. How about, we schedule you for Thursdays and Mondays? Then, the group therapy is held throughout the week, so, you can pick your day for when you go then, okay?" Lt Randolph said as he jotted it down. "So, let's do next appointment for this following Monday at...does 3 work?" Lt Randolph asked, looking up at Finn, who was smiling along with Quinn.

"Yeah, 3 works" Finn replied happily. Lt Randolph smiled and wrote it down. They continued talking.

"Can I talk to Quinn, alone, Finn?" Lt Randolph asked, folding his hands over the table. Finn looked at Quinn, who nodded.

"Of course" Finn replied, smiling at the two and walking out to the waiting room.

"I sensed you wanted to talk to me about something, Quinn?" Lt Randolph asked, looking concerned.

"Yes. I think Finn has a drinking problem. He uses it as a coping mechanism, I think. He drinks at wor, drinks at home. The first time I stayed over he had a beer at like, 10:30 in the morning. He kind of admitted it to me twice that he does when we talked about it. I wanna discuss, maybe, helping him find a comping mechanism in place of drinking" Quinn replied, looking him in the eyes and nodding her hear. Lt Randolph chuckled a little at how professional she was being.

"Alot of veterans usually turn to drinking. Finn never mentioned it to me before. Does he know you're talking to me about this?" Lt Randolph asked. Quinn nodded.

"I'm pretty sure he does, I asked him to come today" Quinn said, smiling softly.

Lt Randolph smiled at her. "You're a good person to have in his life. Now, let's discuss some coping mechanisms for him..." Lt Randolph said. They discussed a few, until Quinn's face lit up.

"Writing. Maybe like a journal? He use to write a few songs in high school.." Quinn rememberd.

Quinn and Finn were sitting on his bed. It was Junior year and they were back together. They were having a deep conversation and Finn reached under his bed, into a box.

"It's my secret box. I might have to get a new box now, since it's not a secret anymore" Finn said, smiling at his girlfriend. Quinn laughed and rolled her eyes.

"Let me see what's in it, babe" Quinn said as she put her hand on Finns back. Finn pulled out a black notebook and opened it up, revealing an array of poems and songs.

"I didn't know you wrote.." Quinn said softly as she looked through the notebook, careful not to rip any of the pages.

"It gets my feelings out" Finn shrugged. "Sometimes I can't fall asleep if I don't write.."

Quinn flashed back to reality. "Is that right?" Lt Randolph asked, interested as he leaned over the desk a little. Quinn nodded.

"That might just work.." Lt Randolph said, seriously. He picked up the phone and called Marissa, telling her to bring Finn back in. Finn came back in and sat next to Quinn, smiling at her.

"Finn, Quinn and I here have an idea. How about, every night before you go to bed, you write. Write about anything you want. Your day, memories, how pretty Quinn is" Lt Randolph said, looking at Quinn and smiling. Quinn chuckled, looking back at Finn. A small blush crept along Finn's face, remembering the few poems and songs he wrote about Quinn during his high school days.

"That's a good idea, Lt Randolph" Finn replied, nodding. He was really happy Quinn came.

"I think I have an empty notebook here somewhere..." Lt Randolph said, looking through his messy drawers. "Ah, here ya go. Sorry it's not pink, Finn" Lt Randolph replied, chuckling at the exspense of Finn and pulling out a red notebook. Quinn giggled, looking at Finn who just rolled his eyes, use to Lt Randolphs jokes. He grabbed the note book, looked at it, then at Lt Randolph.

"Thanks, Lt" Finn said, smiling happily at him. Lt Randolph nodded. The three talked a little more, for about ten minutes, and then they said their goodbyes.

"We'll see ya later, Lt" Finn shot from over his shoulder, waving back at the old Lt.

"See ya Monday, Finn. Bye, Quinn" Lt Randolph replied. With that, Finn and Quinn were out the door and in the truck.

"I'm really happy you came today, Quinn. You've been such a rock for me these past few days. I wanna make it up to you" Finn said, seriously and sincerely, looking at Quinn.

"It's no problem, Finn. I consider you one of my best friends now. I love helping you" Quinn replied sincerely, smiling at the man. Finn reached over and softly squeezed Quinns shoulder. He started the truck and off they went.

"How about we go out to dinner tonight? I'm thinking we go up in Manhattan, have a nice dinner there, as a token of my appreciation" Finn said, smiling at Quinn.

"Finn, that's super exspensive. We could go to McDonalds and I'd be happy" Quinn said, laughing.

"Nope, it's set. We go up to Manhattan tonight. Alright?" Finn said sternly, still smiling. Quinn just looked at him and smiled. They both couldn't wait for tonight.

Another long chapter! What do you guys think? I'm trying to research PTSD, because I don't want to be disrespectful and mess it up, ya know? Anyway, I also know that usually therapists can't talk about other patients to people, but Lt Randolph trusts Quinn and knows everything she tells him is just to help Finn. If you remember a few chapters back, Rachel gave Finn tickets to her broadway show, so that will be in the story somehow. Finns drinking will be adressed more as well. I know Lt Randolph didn't really bring it up after Quinn told him, but don't worry, it will be adressed. And I know Cory Monteith, the actor, who plays Finn (obviously) is in rehab right now. I'm in no way making light of addiction. The truth is, alot of veterans who come back from combat, do devlop addiction problems, whether it be drinking or drugs. I just wanted to make Finns condition as real as possible. REVIEW. REVIEW REVIEW. I love your feed back and I love knowing what you guys want! Some of the flashbacks of Quinn and Finn together in high school might be made up, just for the purpose of my story. Do you guys wanna see any characters? REVIEW AND TELL ME