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Author's Note: Hiya, friends! Thanks for all the amazing support...you guys are TOO sweet! And here begins the turbulence :( I might include Finn's conversation with Rachel's dads later in the story but I like this idea that I'm using. Rachel's insecurities have always been there and unaddressed fully so I love including the idea of Finn seeing so much and helping her overcome them. So ENJOY this chapter!

"And you feel the eyes upon you

As you're shaking off the cold

You pretend it doesn't bother you

But you just want to explode..."

She laughs wholeheartedly as he finishes a story about Kurt being asleep in his breakfast this morning as she squeezes his bicep. He plays with her fingers grinning, pressing his lips quickly to the top of her head.

After snuggling for a while, he had bid her goodnight and assured her that she had absolutely nothing to worry about. She was able to sleep without a burden weighing on her chest, thinking about his promises and believing in them. He earned her trust.

She surprised him the next morning by creeping into his bed with him while he snored, waking him up with kisses. He beamed at her and held her close, still in a sleepy haze. But after twenty minutes, she finally got him to come downstairs and eat breakfast and tell her about his conversation with her dads last night. It went swimmingly, Finn rambling uncontrollably about how much he loves her and how he's positive that they're going to make it. Leroy had greeted her brightly that morning and told her that Finn was quite a charmer. He totally earned a make out session for that.

Now, he drives her to her dance class with plans for him to pick her up so they can hang out for the rest of the day. She loves Saturdays, being able to spend endless hours with him. It feels amazing because they don't have to worry about school.

He pulls up to the building and she sends him a large smile before he hops out of the truck. Grabbing her bag, he opens the door for her and offers her a hand so she can jump down. "Thank you for the ride, baby."

"No problem, gorgeous" he says with a soft beam. "I'll pick you up at 2?"

She nods as he slips his arms around her waist, holding her close to him. He leans his forehead against hers and they share a loving smile. "You look totally hot in that, Rach" he breathes huskily, pressing his lips against hers.

She giggles, looking down at her ballet attire. She never really felt pretty in the loose skirt and tights but now she feels sexy. She kisses him again, playing with his hair before pulling away with a smile. "Later" she whispers as he shivers eagerly, allowing her to slide from his grasp.

"Have fun, babe."

"I will" she laughs, holding tight to his hand for a lingering moment. "Love you."

"Love you more" he says confidently, his face radiating with honesty.

She blows him a kiss as she walks away, grinning when he pretends to catch it and she takes a moment to appreciate his beauty. He leans against his truck, arms crossed over his chest and an adorable yet sexy crooked smile on his lips, his hair ruffled and his eyes glowing with affection as he waves at her. He gets back into the truck and with one last smile, drives away and she sighs blissfully, nearly floating as she walks.

"Who's that?"

She jumps in surprise, whipping her head around to see Taylor and Melissa flanking her as they look back in the direction of where Finn was. These girls are in her dance class and rarely ever acknowledge her presence.

"Umm...hi Taylor. Melissa" she mumbles awkwardly, clinging tighter to the strap on her bag.

"Who was that?" Taylor repeats, ignoring her greeting.

"Erm...you know you never talk to me, right? Last week, you thought I was lost."

"Whatever, Renee" Melissa dismisses absently. "Who was that?"

"My name is Rachel."

"Answer the question!"

She frowns. "That was my boyfriend."

"No way" Taylor says in disbelief. "How'd you bag a God like that?"

"He goes to my school" she answers quietly.

"He looks familiar" Melissa muses aloud. "What school do you go to?"

"McKinley."

The girls begin to squeal in harmony and she raises her eyebrows, feeling even more uncomfortable. "Does he play football?" Melissa demands.

"Yah...he's the quarterback" she drawls warily, watching them curiously.

"Oh, my Gosh he was that really hot one...number five" Taylor exclaims.

"How'd you know that?" she questions in confusion, nervousness rising in her chest.

"We cheered against him in football and basketball" Melissa responds, a smirk on her lips. "He's freaking gorgeous."

The girls continue to talk over her like she's not even there and her insecurity ignites and grows with every word they say about how hot Finn is. Her heart begins to sink and she worries her lip, trying to focus on each step she takes toward the building. But she can't fight the consuming uncertainty as she looks at both of the girls.

Taylor is petite but taller than her, about Quinn's height. Her caramel hair is pin straight and face clean, her eyes a crystal blue. Her lips and nose aren't big like hers and her smile his bright and winning, lips a rose pink. She's thin and fit, her body appealing and she beams with a natural confidence but she's manipulative and possessive. And she's a huge flirt. A bubble gum chewing princess. A lot like Quinn.

Melissa is the exact opposite. Standing at 5 foot 8, she's an Indian beauty. Wavy black hair and dark complexion, she's exotic looking with a seductive smile. Her dark brown iris's burn with smugness, eyelashes thick. She's thin and fit as well, her legs mile-long and her body what boys would drool over. She knows how appealing she is and is extremely alluring. A walking temptation. A lot like Santana.

She feels so inferior she could cry standing next to these girls.

"So how did you guys meet?" Taylor asks with an eyebrow quirked in interest. "You don't exactly look like a cheerleader."

She can hear Melissa snicker and her self-doubt burns hotter. "We met through Glee Club" she says softly. "We're both the leads."

"And he went for you?" Melissa questions.

She nods, feeling ugly and short as she looks up at Melissa. "After a lot of stuff, we finally got together" she murmurs.

"That's sweet" Taylor says fictitiously. "I'm surprised no one hasn't given you a run for your money. That boy is fine."

"I didn't say that" she mumbles.

"So you guys have had some problems?"

"In the past, yah" she answers, furrowing her brow as she looks down the the cement.

"Hmm" Taylor hums, sounding interested. "Like what?"

"I'd prefer not to talk about it" she mutters, wishing that this would just stop.

"Oh, come on, Rainelle" Melissa scoffs. "You can trust us."

"My name is Rachel" she says through gritted teeth.

"Right" Melissa dismisses. "So, dish. What happened?"

She wants to be able to tell them to mind their own business but she can't seem to find the words. She's lacking confidence and the spark to do so. They shouldn't be questioning her. But these girls are superior over her. They're the ones who kick dirt in her face. She can't just tell them to leave her alone.

Shrugging slightly, she grimaces. "We've just been through a few rough patches" she says and she can't seem to stop the thoughts and memories from flooding her mind. "We haven't had an exactly normal relationship. I don't know..."

"Like...he left you?" Taylor presses, her voice layered in an eager undertone.

"Yah" she responds sullenly.

"We must've talked to him while you guys were broken up then" Melissa says, her voice idle.

Her head snaps up. "Huh?"

"Well" Taylor chirps. "He came over once at one of the football games this year. I think it was in...umm...September. Oh and in November."

She can't help but be curious. "What did he say?"

"He was really funny" Melissa replies. "We were gonna give him our numbers but he had to go. He's so hot...he and his friend. Oh, my Gosh what was his name? Umm...Puck. That was it. Number twenty."

Her heart plunges further at the smugness in their tones. She knows they're manipulating and mocking her. But she can't seem to stand up for herself. "Were you guys together then?" Taylor asks.

"Yah" she says quietly. "We broke up in December."

"Oh" Melissa drawls, feigning sympathy. "That's too bad...why'd you break up?"

"I screwed up" she whispers, hoping they'll drop it.

But of course, they don't. "How?"

"Can we not talk about this?" she pleads, her voice breaking.

"Did he get sick of you or something?" Taylor inquires, smirking.

The girls laugh together and she feels her self-consciousness spread further in her veins. She will notcry. She will not be weak. She can't let them make her doubt what she has with Finn. It's stronger than that. And she owes it to Finn to not let her insecurity cloud her judgment again.

"You know what?" she snaps suddenly, effectively silencing the girls as she whirls around to face them, her glower strong. "We both made mistakes but now, we're back together and happier than ever. That's all that matters. He loves me and I love him and I don't care how much you mock and manipulate me, I'm not going to let you make me feel inferior because guess what? I have Finn Hudson. Me. Rachel Berry, the school pariah. Not you. So get used to it."

With that, she turns on her heel and storms away, her anger not wavering as she leaves a stunned Taylor and Melissa behind. She wants to feel liberated and victorious for telling those home wreckers off.

But yet, she trembles with aftershocks and tears blur her vision. She still feels insecure and unconfident and when she walks into the bathroom to try to calm herself down and looks at her reflection, she finds a million flaws. Things that make her feel even worse.

Standing next to Melissa, she looks like an oompa-loompa with no culture.

Standing next to Taylor, she looks stubby and rejected and completely inferior.

Who could pick a girl like her over girls like them?

It's only a matter of time until he leaves, Rachel her pesky and pessimistic mind taunts. He left you before. And now every girl is going to be hunting him again. And girls like you never win.

She looks down at her feet for a moment, wiping her eyes hastily before palming open the doors to the washroom, pretending she doesn't feel like she'll lose it all again.

"And you always seem outnumbered

You don't dare make a stand..."

AN#2: Uh-oh...Rachel's insecurities are getting worse! What next?

Song credit was 'Turn the page' by Bob Segar...great song.

THANKS FOR READING, PLEASE REVIEW AND LOVE TO ALL! another chapter probably will be posted today :)