A/N: Previously on Glee, Brittany found that Sam was putting her second for Blaine so with Marley, Tina and Kitty's assistance she broke up with Sam and realized that she wanted to be with Santana. Finn found a journal that belonged to his dad and now his new mission along with marrying Rachel and passing his final is to get his dad an honorable discharge. Kurt confronted Santana about her new job and Santana told him that she was a waitress, but Kurt's not sure if he believes her. I don't even believe her. And that's what you missed on, GLEE!
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The next morning, Finn found himself walking along the hallways of NYADA, staring at the extra-curricular activities list. Finn was supposed to be on his way to the auditorium in order to start directing Les Miserables, but all the clubs the school had to offer intrigued him. There was fencing, figurative dance and of course, there was show choir—something that Finn was all too familiar with. As Finn looked through the papers, he noticed a familiar figure stand next to him—and it was none other than Cassandra July. Finn wasn't afraid to let out his disgust, so he let out a groan and started to head off to the auditorium.
"Where are you heading to?" Cassandra started to follow Finn towards the auditorium.
"What part of leave me alone don't you understand?" Finn began to sound annoyed.
"The part where you might want to know some juicy details about your fiancée." Cassandra smirked, causing Finn to turn around. Finn raised an eyebrow towards Cassandra, wanting to know what she meant.
"What?" Finn walked over back to Cassandra, becoming more and more interested in the information she had.
"You think Schwimmer loves you?" Cassandra smirked. "That day that she went to go see Wicked with Brody? She considered that a date—and she kissed him." Finn's eyes widened at Cassandra's information before shaking his head and scoffing.
"That's not true. Rachel would never do that." Finn shook his head and started to turn back around.
"Oh, it's not true? Why don't you ask Brody?" Cassandra smirked, walking past Finn and heading to the dance studio. Finn stood there dumbfounded, letting Cassandra's words sink in. He had to find Brody and try to figure this out—the kids could handle a couple of minutes without him.
Finn ran all the way to the dance studio where he found Brody staring at himself in the mirror, flashing his teeth and flexing his muscles. Finn didn't have time for Brody to go all body builder in the studio—he needed some answers.
"Brody, we need to talk." Finn's tone was far from friendly.
"And what do you want to talk about? That you don't like that I'm dancing with your fiancée for her final?" Brody rolled his eyes, still staring at himself in the mirror.
"How about the fact that you took her on a date while she's with me!" Finn walked over to Brody, the anger building up in his body.
"A date? Oh, that thing Rachel considered it. Right." Brody nodded his head, sounding nonchalant.
"Why would you take my fiancée on a date?! I don't get it!" Finn found himself becoming angrier and angrier by the minute.
"Because she's smoking hot and doesn't deserve you." Brody turned around to look Finn in the eye. "Face it. She's Ms. New York. She belongs here. You're just a wandering nomad that still hasn't found his place yet. That's all you're ever going to really be Finn. A wandering nomad, lost in life. You don't have a place in this world and you might not ever have a place. Rachel needs someone with stability, and that someone is not you."
"And you think that you're better for her than I am?" Finn scoffed. "Just because you have abs and perfectly white teeth?"
"You left out better looking than you." Brody smirked.
"Rachel loves me Brody, all right? She loves me. And guess what, she's done with you. I won't let her dance with you, no matter what." Finn seethed.
"Not even if her grade mattered on it? If you loved Rachel, you wouldn't want her to fail her dance final." Brody continued to look Finn in the eye. "The only way that she won't fail is if she dances with me. We know how much you hate her dancing with me Finn, but it's the only way. I'll spend as much time with her as possible and by the end of her final, she'll realize that she wants a real man…and not some little boy like you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go." Brody nudged Finn aside, walking out the door. Finn stood there for a moment with his hands in his pockets, his anger boiling and his mind racing. In an ill-timed manner, Rachel entered the dance studio to find Finn—and he didn't look all too pleased.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Rachel wondered, walking over to Finn. Finn turned around, giving Rachel a serious look, in which Rachel stopped in her tracks to stare at him.
"I need you ask you something, and I need you to be honest with me." Finn's tone was serious. Rachel nodded her head quickly while Finn let out a deep breath. "Did you kiss Brody?" Rachel's face softened, a guilty expression appearing on her face. Finn studied Rachel's facial expressions, realizing that everything Cassandra and Brody told him was the truth. "So you did kiss him."
"He kissed me." Rachel pointed to herself. "I thought that it was just going to be about the Broadway show but then he walked me to the train and then told me he thought this was a date and then when I was trying to tell him that I was in love with you and then he kissed me out of nowhere."
"You let him kiss you." Finn's voice became a little louder, which made it clear that Finn was fuming.
"What was I supposed to do, push him down the subway stairs?" Rachel tried to get Finn to reason with her.
"That would have been nice." Rachel didn't understand why Finn was being stubborn about it. It's not like she enjoyed the kiss at all. She wanted to be with Finn, not with Brody.
"Finn, I don't like Brody, okay? I love you." Rachel emphasized.
"Well, if you love me you have a very funny way of showing it." Finn shook his head, walking towards the door. "I don't want you dancing with Brody for your final." Rachel shook her head incredulously, not sure of what she just heard.
"Excuse me?" Rachel crossed her arms. Finn turned back around, nodding his head.
"You heard what I said. You have to pick between either him or me. If you want to be with me, then no more being with Brody." Rachel let out a fake laugh. Finn was trying to threaten her with an ultimatum.
"I don't know if it's hit you Finn, but you're my fiancé, not my father. You can't tell me who I can or can't hang around with." Rachel was now beginning to feel angry as well.
"So I'm supposed to be okay with you kissing Brody? Is that it? You want me to just sit here and say 'oh, it's okay Rachel. You can hang out with Brody all you want even though you kissed him. It's fine.' I don't think so." Finn shook his head.
"Can't you see what Brody is doing to you?! He's making you turn on me!" Rachel yelled. "And how did you know that Brody kissed me? Huh? Did Cassandra come along and tell you?" Finn thought about Rachel's words for a minute, then nodded his head without saying a word. "Let me guess, they told you that I was the one that thought of the whole Wicked Broadway play as a date, and then they told you I kissed him? Was that how it went down?" Finn continued to stare at Rachel, seeing that her eyes were beginning to water. "And you just bought into their crap Finn. You bought into it! Cassandra has been trying to ruin me since day one and you're doing a great job in giving her the satisfaction that she's won! She made me miserable and right now, so are you." Rachel walked past Finn, the tears streaming from her face as she left the classroom. Finn watched Rachel walk down the hall, turning the corner as he felt the guilt build up in his heart. Finn walked out of the classroom slowly, spotting Ronald who was in his theatre class staring at him.
"Dude, that was the most epic argument ever." Ronald let out a grin. "Now, I get to have a chance with Rachel!' Finn simply patted Ronald on the back, shaking his head as he went to the auditorium.
"Not in a million years." Finn grumbled, heading to direct the school musical. He had kept the others waiting way too long.
Rachel tried her best to clean up her tears in the girls' bathroom while she stared at herself in the mirror. She had been trying to make it seem like she wasn't crying so that Cassandra wouldn't be able to pick on her. Alas, Cassandra entered the bathroom, noticing that Rachel was crying.
"Oh Schwimmer, what's the matter?" Cassandra tauntingly asked Rachel. "Did you and your precious fiancé get into a fight?"
"Yeah, thanks to you." Rachel retorted. Rachel started to head out the door but Cassandra realized that Rachel didn't just accept the taunting—she came back swinging.
"Hold up, did you just talk back to me?" Cassandra walked over to Rachel, staring her in the eyes.
"Yeah, I did talk back to you." Rachel growled. She knew that she should have stood up for herself when Cassandra heckled her and Santana in public, but now Rachel had enough of Cassandra and her antics. "And I'm tired of you trying to steal Finn for yourself. Get this through your head—you're an old hag. What do you want with an eighteen-year-old? He has a life, so you need to stop being a cougar."
"I thought that you were mad at him." Cassandra crossed her arms.
"I may be mad at him…but I don't need you trying to put a move on him. And I'm not going to let you dance with him during his final. Let's see what Carmen Tibideaux has to say about it." Rachel threw the paper in the garbage, heading out the bathroom door and letting it slam behind her. Cassandra crossed her arms, thinking of a new plan to get Rachel out of her hair. She needed to think of something and she needed to think fast.
Kurt skimmed through the television that afternoon, trying to find an afternoon program for him to watch while he waited for Santana to get out of her room. Kurt couldn't help but think about Santana's new job as a waitress. She said that she was working as a waitress and she wasn't a prostitute, but something was off about her story. Not even a waitress can earn money like that on tips alone, even if Santana was good looking. Kurt realized what he was going to do—he was going to follow Santana to work that day and try to figure out what she was. Kurt was knocked out of his thoughts when Santana came out of her room in her coat.
"All right, I'm heading to work." Santana said, looking at Kurt.
"Already?" Kurt wondered.
"Yep. It's going to be a long night at the bar, so I have to help out and take a double shift." Santana explained. She then grabbed her purse and started to head out the door.
"Santana?" Kurt started to say until Santana turned around to look at him. "You're not upset that I accused you of being a prostitute, are you?"
"Of course not Kurt." Santana shrugged her shoulders. "I mean I had to admit when I thought about it, it was a little suspicious. Well, I have to go. See you later." Santana gave Kurt a small wave and headed out the door. Kurt nodded his head, turning back to the window in order to look out. When Kurt noticed Santana heading down the street, he grabbed his jacket and started to head out the door. Kurt began following Santana all throughout Manhattan while he secretly hoped that he wasn't to get caught. The cat and mouse game ended by Wall Street when Santana entered a business building, with Kurt staring around the corner. After a moment of contemplating, Kurt entered the building. Kurt saw Santana enter one of the elevators and pressing the number ten. Kurt let Santana's elevator go by as he pressed the button to wait for the next elevator. After the second elevator came, Kurt pressed the floor number and when he finally reached the tenth floor, he realized something was a little off. There were a bunch of women dressing promiscuous on telephones and the conversations were not pleasant. As a matter of fact, the conversations were rather…dirty. That was when Kurt was able to place it all together. Santana wasn't a prostitute or a waitress—she was a phone sex operator! As Kurt looked around the room, he hid behind one of the corners to see Santana talking to someone who looked muscular and had perfect teeth. Kurt took one look at the person Santana was talking to and realized that the man was none other than Finn and Rachel's classmate Brody! Kurt quickly exited the floor without Santana noticing that he was there. He now knew Santana's new job—and he had to say that he was concerned.
Rachel attended her vocal technique class that afternoon, needing a distraction from Finn, Cassandra and Brody. She had spoken to Carmen Tibideaux about Cassandra forcing Finn to work with him for his final and she said she was going to look into it. Rachel had hoped for Finn's sake that Cassandra was put in her place—although she was still plenty mad with Finn. Rachel sat in her seat, looking over the lyrics she had chosen for class that day. Rachel looked through the lyrics with interest—until she noticed Ronald sitting next to her.
"Hello there Rachel." Ronald sprayed his mouth with some nasty substance, which made Rachel cringe.
"Um…hi Ronald." Rachel looked back to him, slightly annoyed. "I'm a little busy so I need you to please leave me alone so I can focus."
"I heard you got into an argument with your beloved Finn." Ronald almost seethed at saying Finn's name, and Rachel noticed.
"We're still engaged Ronald. Leave me alone." Rachel curtly answered, still looking down at her music. Ronald simply got up but as he was leaving, he gave Rachel a dreamily gaze.
"You're still a beautiful goddess even when you're upset." Ronald smiled. With that, Ronald headed towards the front of the classroom, taking a seat with his friends. Every now and again, they would stare over at Rachel, but she simply continued to look down towards her music as the teacher entered the classroom.
"All right, before we begin class I was told that Rachel had a song that she wanted to sing. Rachel?" Everyone looked to Rachel as she held the musical sheets close to her. Rachel stood up from her seat, going over to the front of the room, trying to plaster a smile on her face.
"This song is about someone who's close to my heart…and I want that person to know that no matter what happens, no matter who I hang out with…he's all I want in this world." Rachel nodded her head as the music started to play, but little did Rachel know that Finn was walking by the classroom and he heard every word Rachel had sung.
Think of me when you're out
When you're out there
I'll beg you nice from my knees
And when the world treats you
Way too fairly
It's a shame I'm a dream
All I wanted was you
All I wanted was you
I think I'll pace my apartment
A few times
And fall asleep on the couch
And wake up early to back and white reruns
That escape from my mouth
All I wanted was you
All I wanted was you
All I wanted was you
All I wanted was you
I could follow you to the beginning
Just to re-live the start
Maybe then we'll remember to slow down
At all of our favorite parts
All I wanted was you
All I wanted was you
All I wanted was you
All I wanted was you
All I wanted was you
As soon as the song ended, Rachel nodded her head and went back to her seat, not knowing that Finn had heard every word. Finn contemplated going into the classroom in order to talk to Rachel, but then remembered that he had to head to the auditorium in order to plan how to direct Les Mis. Apparently, talking to Rachel was going to have to wait until they both got home.
Finn entered the house that night after spending his free time assigning roles for who was going to be stage manager, prop manager, and all the other boring jobs no one else wanted to do. He had a long day and knew that his day would probably end with him sleeping on the couch after the argument he had with Rachel. Finn opened the door to find Rachel cuddled on the couch in her blanket while watching 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' with a boyfriend pillow around her neck. Finn walked over awkwardly to the couch, his hand stuffed in his pockets.
"Hey…" Finn softly said, causing Rachel to look at him with a soft look. "Is this seat taken?"
"Perhaps by my boyfriend pillow." Rachel emphasized on the boyfriend pillow that was around her neck. Finn sat down on the sofa, placing an arm around Rachel's shoulders.
"Why do you need a boyfriend pillow? Aren't I the next best thing?" Finn wondered.
"Well, I wasn't sure if we were talking still." Rachel shrugged her shoulders, looking Finn in his eyes.
"We are…and I'm so sorry Rachel." Finn looked at Rachel with an apologetic look. "I was being an idiot today. I shouldn't have listened to what Brody and Cassandra said and I should have known better." Rachel looked Finn in his eyes while a smile crept on her lips.
"I forgive you." Rachel leaned her head on Finn's shoulder as Finn removed the boyfriend pillow from Rachel's shoulder. "It just kind of hurt my feelings when you thought that I would have kissed Brody and then thought of everything as a date when you know how much I love you."
"I know, I know." Finn nodded his head, rubbing Rachel's shoulder with his hand. "And I was wrong and stupid. Do you know what made me realize my mistake? When I saw that you were singing in your vocal technique class and you looked so sure that I was the one that you wanted." Rachel looked into Finn's eyes as he smiled down at her. "I felt so honored in that moment and it made me realize I made the right choice in choosing who I'm going to marry. I'm so proud to be marrying you Rachel because all it takes is to hear your voice to make everything better…" Rachel leaned up to press her lips to Finn's, assuring him that all had been forgiven.
"I forgive you Finn, don't worry." Rachel grinned. Finn placed his forehead on hers as Rachel reached for the television remote to turn it off.
"What's the matter?" Finn asked.
"I only watch 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' when I'm depressed, and I'm not depressed anymore." Rachel smiled.
"That's good because I don't ever want to depress you or let you down, Rachel. I love you too much to do that." Finn said.
"I know you do…" Rachel leaned in and kissed Finn once more, removing her lips as he let out a grin.
"So now that we've made up, what do you want to do?" Finn wiggled his eyebrows causing Rachel to laugh.
"I think just cuddling tonight would be good." Rachel shrugged her shoulders. Finn pressed his lips to Rachel's, engulfing her in a sweet kiss before pulling her down with him on the sofa as they laid there in silence. After a while, Rachel fell asleep as Finn stared at his future wife, a smile creeping on his face. He had to be the luckiest man in the world. No, he was the luckiest man in the world.
In his room, Kurt contemplated on whether or not he should make a specific phone call. He tapped his foot on the ground, still contemplating until he decided that he had to do this. Kurt dialed a number; put the phone to his ear as he waited for someone to pick it up.
"Why hello there…" A voice that sounded very familiar said in an erotic tone. "How can I assist you…?"
"Hello there…Santana." Kurt crossed his arms, his eyebrows furrowing. "As for assisting me, I believe you already did that…you assisted me in finding out your real job."
Song Featured: All I Wanted by Paramore (Sung by Rachel Berry)
