Around six the next morning, Quinn quietly snuck into her dorm, being very careful when she unlocked the door so as not to awake Rachel (and most likely her brother). Sure enough, when she opened the door, she spotted Puck in Rachel's bed, his arms wrapped sightly around her. Quinn spotted Rachel's tank top on the floor and flushed a little, though she didn't spot her pajama pants, so she figured it was still safe to walk in.

She set her things on the ground by her bed before walking over to her desk, opening up her computer. She clicked on the icon for the internet, watching as the page for Facebook booted up. She had a few notifications-most likely links to songs Rachel had posted on her wall. She had a friend request from one of Joe's roommates which she accepted. And then, there was one message.

Curious, she navigated to her inbox, seeing a message from Finn. Quinn felt her stomach drop and her heart start to hammer. Finn never sent her messages on Facebook. He was as anti-Facebook as someone could be. Quinn didn't even know why he had one since he never used it.

She knew she should just delete it, not even bother to read what he said, but it had to be important if he was sending her a message on Facebook when he could have just texted her.

Quinn clicked on the message, watching as a lengthy block of text appeared on her screen.

Quinn,

I know I'm probably the last person you want to hear from right now. It's obvious you hate me, and I can't say that I blame you. I was an asshole to you that night. I wasn't thinking, not that that's an excuse. But I shouldn't have behaved that way, not to you. You've always been the girl that's been there to tell me when I'm being a dick, and you did just that.

You won't answer my texts and I'm positive if I called you you'd just scream in my ear, so I'm going to try this stupid site in the hopes that you see this. I know you're like every other girl and have an addiction-you're always on the app on your phone, anyways. I understand if you don't answer this or ever want to see me again. I just have to put it all out there now because if I don't, it'll be too late.

I always had a vision of what my life would be like. I always knew you and I would be together eventually. I'd make something of myself after college and once we both had matured more, I'd be there to sweep you off your feet. But now I'm starting to realize that you might not be there when I finally decide to grow up. You're a beautiful person, Quinn, and I've been stupid to think that other guys wouldn't notice. They always have. You don't know how many boys I had to threaten when you were in high school. I used to tell myself I was doing it because you were like a sister to me, but if I'm being honest with myself, it's because I was being selfish. I didn't want to watch you date some guy even though I was flaunting my flavor of the week in your face while you grew up.

I wish I could protect you, keep you all for myself, but I know it's not possible. I wish I was a better person, worthy of someone like you, but I'm not. I'm selfish, a coward, and a jerk. I tried to threaten Joe away from you because I was jealous. I don't like to think about him with his hands all over you, but I can't help it. It's all I see at night and it's killing me. I should be happy. He's a great guy, the guy any brother would want to see his sister with. But, to be perfectly honest, I haven't thought about you like a sister for a long time. I haven't wanted to admit it to myself because Puck's my best friend, but I'm in love with you, Quinn. I know you're probably shaking your head if you even bothered to read this, but it's true. I've just been too stupid up until now to realize it.

I get it if you don't want me in your life anymore, and I promise to behave around you and Joe. I just wanted you to know, should you change your mind, that I'll always be here, waiting for you. No matter what.

Finn

Quinn stared at the message and read it a few more times, fully taking in the words that were written. She didn't know what to think about what Finn had said. It was all too much to take in, but what she did know was that she needed to talk to him. Now.

She grabbed her phone, heading into the hall so as not to wake her brother and Rachel. She scrolled through her contacts, highlighting Finn's number before calling it. She knew it was early, but this couldn't wait.

She felt her body tingling with anticipation as she called him, chewing on her lip, a habit she'd picked up from Rachel.

"Hello?" a sleepy voice asked. She probably had woken him up, but she didn't care at the moment. She had to talk to him now.

"Hi," she said softly, leaning against the wall outside her room. "It's Quinn."

"Quinn," he breathed, and she imagined him sitting up in his bed, probably just in a pair of pajama bottoms. "I, uh..."

"I got your message," she said softly. "I just read it. Finn, I don't know what to say."

"I don't know if that's good or bad."

"Look, that's everything I've ever wanted to hear from you. I've been in love with you my whole life, Finn Hudson. Ever since I was a little girl, I always knew we'd get married and have a big family. But then you always saw me as your sister. And the one time you didn't, you said how big of a mistake it was and broke my heart. How do I know you're not going to just change your mind again?"

"Because I can't," he yawned. "This feeling that's inside me, I can't make it go away. It's not going to change, Quinn. What I feel for you, it's permanent. It's always been there, I just didn't realize it until now."

"What about Puck? Are you willing to throw away your friendship with him over me?"

"If it comes down to that, yes. Because you're worth it to me. Puck always talks about how he feels for Rachel, how he'd do anything to be with her. Well, you're my Rachel, Quinn. There's nothing I won't do to be with you."

Quinn sunk to the floor in the hall, a smile on her face. This was everything she'd been waiting to hear from Finn...but now it was too late."

"Finn, I can't," she whispered. "I'm with Joe. It's not fair to him. I can't just tell him I love you and I'd rather be with you."

"Why not? It's more fair than stringing him along," Finn said bitterly.

"Because I care about him too, Finn. I'm conflicted, okay? I don't know what's the right choice. I don't know what to do. I love you, but I care for Joe, too. I wish there was a way for me to be with both of you, but I know there isn't. I feel like I'm being pulled in two different ways, and unless I make a decision soon, I'm going to end up in two different pieces."

"Quinn, I know. I'm not trying to make you stressed. You need to do what's best for you, and I'll accept whatever decision you make. If you want to be with Joe, then I'll be the best friend you have," he promised.

Quinn leaned her forehead on the tops of her knees. "I can't do this over the phone. Rachel's going out to lunch with her dads today. How about you come over here around noon and I'll treat you to dining hall food or something. We can talk then."

"Sounds great. I'll call you when I get there."

"Okay," she said softly before hanging up her phone, leaning her head back against the wall. She didn't know what the right decision was, but she had the feeling that either way she went, she was going to end up hurting someone.

Rachel headed downstairs just before her fathers were due to arrive, not sure what to expect at lunch. She knew they sensed there was trouble between her and Kurt. She just didn't want to discuss it with them, especially the cause of their problems.

Rachel had woken up as Puck was getting dressed. He'd left her with a kiss and a promise he'd call her later, though he warned it might be late after football practice.

Rachel had then showered and changed for lunch, also setting up her bag for classes. She'd dressed in a pair of black leather pants, a white peplum top, and matching jewelry. She had a pair of black boots on as well and finished the whole thing with a black clutch.

When she walked outside, Kurt was already waiting there, not looking happy. "Oh, I didn't realize you were already down here," she murmured, looking away from him.

"Your dads are going to be here any minute and you know how I feel about being late," he said in an even tone, never looking over at her. The two former best friends stood there in silence until a car pulled up. Rachel peered into the unfamiliar vehicle, spotting her two fathers in the front seat.

Rachel climbed into the backseat without another word to Kurt, scooting over as he slid in next to her. She buckled her seat belt, staring out the window as Leroy pulled the car away from the curb and onto the road, heading towards the restaurant he had in mind. Her dads were chattering to each other and pulled Kurt into their conversation, but Rachel kept quiet. She didn't know what to add to the conversation. They were asking Kurt about his classes, and there was nothing Rachel could say to that.

Instead, she thought back to her relationship with Jesse and the fact that he was once again in her life. He reminded her of how he used to be when they first started dating. He hadn't always been a jerk to her. In fact, in the beginning, he was very sweet. That was why she'd decided to go out with him in the first place.

From a strangers point of view, Rachel and Jesse didn't look like two people who would mesh. They were too much alike. From what she'd heard from other students at Carmel High, he was as driven and destined for Broadway as she was. That had been what attracted her initially to him, and in the beginning, they used to spend hours in her room singing and choreographing show tunes they could both use in their glee clubs.

The car came to a stop and Rachel climbed out of the car, following her dads and Kurt into the restaurant. The four were seated at a small table in the back and were given menus with the promise that their waiter would be by shortly to take their orders.

Once they were alone, Hiram turned to the two kids, a serious look on his face. "Okay you two, spill. What's going on?"

Rachel looked at her father, feigning confusion. "What are you talking about, Daddy?"

"What's up with the two of you?" Leroy asked. "You guys have barely spoken since we arrived and you walk around each other like a bomb's about to explode. Obviously something's wrong."

Rachel looked at Kurt and shook her head. "It's nothing. We're fine."

"You two are not fine. You won't look at each other. Kurt looks like he's about to rip your head off every time you get near. You won't say two words to one another. Something happened."

Kurt made a sound. "She lied to me. For years she lied. I just don't think I can forgive her for this."

"What did you lie about?"

Rachel shook her head. "Something that happened in high school. It's ancient history. We weren't even talking to each other when it started. I didn't tell you after because we had just made up!"

"Wait, is this about that St. James kid?" Hiram asked with a laugh.

Rachel stilled, looking at her father. "How do you know about him?"

"Please Rachel, we're not stupid. I could smell that Axe body spray he used to wear every time I came back from work," Hiram laughed. "And your father came home early and heard the two of you singing up in your room."

Leroy grinned at his daughter. "Just once," he promised, catching sight of her horrified face. "You two were doing the 'Hello Twelve' number from A Chorus Line. Sounded pretty good too. I may have peeked in for a few seconds just to make sure you two weren't doing anything bad, then I headed out to get some things for dinner."

Rachel stared at the two of them. "If you knew about Jesse for that long, why did you never say anything?"

"We figured you'd tell us if you wanted to. We've always trusted you, Rachel. We know you'll make good choices when it comes to dating. We knew Kurt was using you as a cover from the beginning, just like your father knew you and Jesse weren't going to last too long," Hiram explained. "And just like I know this Puckerman kid is a good fit for you, even if he is a little more experienced than we would like."

"Daddy!" Rachel giggled.

Leroy looked over at Kurt. "Kurt, I know you're pissed at her, but she didn't tell you because she knew you'd react like this. She's a girl who made a mistake. Are you really willing to throw away all those years of friendship away over this?"

Kurt looked at Rachel before smiling, the first real one she'd seen since their fight, and put an arm around her. "Come here, diva," he laughed, pecking her on the cheek.

Rachel grinned, leaning against him. "You know, I missed you for some reason, boo," she teased.

"I would think so. I don't know how you got by all week without me planning all your outfits for you," he joked, taking her hand and squeezing it once. "I'm sorry I reacted that way. I was just pissed."

"I know. And I'm sorry I lied to you about Jesse. I should have told you a long time ago."

"All's forgiven, silly girl. You know I love you, no matter what."

Rachel smiled at him. "And I love you, more than any boyfriend or anyone else in my life. You're like my family, Kurt. I panicked this week when I thought I lost you for good. Promise me that'll never happen again."

"Pinky swear," he said, hooking his finger with hers.

Hiram smiled at the two. "Great, now that that's resolved, let's order. I'm starved."