Chapter Five :)

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Rachel paced around the empty main floor living room, her hand placed on her heated forehead. She felt like she was about to pass out. She hated knowing information she wasn't supposed to know. It made her feel sick. She hated having the burden of figuring out what to do with the new information.

Quinn cheated on Finn.

She should be ecstatic, right? She liked Finn, and now was her chance to have him all to herself. But something didn't feel right to her. Finn and Puck mentioned that they were best friends since they were children. Would Puck really do such a horrible thing to his best friend? There had to be another side to the story. Telling Finn would not only alter his relationship with Quinn, but also his friendship with Puck. Was it really fair for her to tell Finn without speaking with Puckerman first?

No, it wasn't fair.

Having come to that conclusion, she walked out the door to the outside patio in search for Puckerman. Surprisingly enough, she spotted him right away in the midst of the crowd, chatting away with Sam and a few other guys who seemed to be on the team.

Rachel walked across the area to the group of guys, gently tapping on Puck's shoulder to get his attention.

He turned around, "Oh, hey, Rachel. What's up?"

"Can I talk to you? Please? It's important," she requested.

Puckerman, seeing the urgency in her eyes, nodded his head. "Yes, sure." He turned to the group of guys, "I'll be back." He followed Rachel to the back of the yard where a porch swing sat, and was almost blocked off from the rest of the yard. They sat down on the seat and Puck turned to Rachel, "What's going on?"

She took a deep breath, wondering just how blunt she should be with the situation. "I went upstairs, just a few minutes ago to use the restroom, and I overheard a conversation up there that I'm sure I wasn't supposed to hear."

He nodded, not sure where Rachel was taking things, "And…?"

"It was Quinn and Santana talking," Rachel said, not wanting to rip the band aid off too quickly. "About you."

"Oh," Puck replied, a glimpse of worry in his eyes, but he played it off coolly. "What about me? Did they say anything?"

"Puck," Rachel started, "Did Quinn cheat on Finn… with you?"

A more prominent glimmer of sadness washed over his face and he barely nodded his head. "It was a mistake. I big mistake." He shifted around in his seat. "We were at a party, right after the pictures of you and Finn first came out. I was drunk out of my mind, and Quinn was all upset about everything. She came on to me, I know I'm guilty of following through with things, but she started it. Had I been sober enough to stop it, I would."

"Are you planning on telling Finn?" Rachel asked.

Puck nodded his head, "Quinn keeps telling me not to, but I am. She keeps begging me to throw it in the vault, but I can't do that. I would have told him the morning after, but the games coming up, and I don't want to mess with his head. I swear, Rachel, I'm going to tell him right after the game ends. Please don't say anything. I want him to hear it from me."

Rachel nodded her head, understanding his reasons for keeping quiet. "Okay, I won't say anything. As long as you tell him right after the game."

"I will. Don't worry," he replied. "Thank you so much."

"Yeah, don't mention it," Rachel said, sitting back in her seat. Things were getting much more complicated.

Rachel walked through the party guests, this time in search for Finn. After her talk with Puck, all she wanted to do was leave the party, and she couldn't do that without telling Finn goodbye.

Though she was relieved to not have to be the one to break the news to Finn, she felt bad knowing the information. It was like a huge weight had suddenly been dropped on her shoulders, and she wasn't sure how she'd even be able to lift it.

Rachel suddenly felt someone grab her wrist to stop her in her tracks. She turned around to see Carole.

"Rachel! How are you enjoying the party?" Carole asked her, motioning for her to take the seat next to her.

Rachel did as she was asked and sat down next to Carole. "I'm having a wonderful time," she lied. Well, it wasn't totally a lie, she was having a good time prior to the events that occurred upstairs. "Everyone and everything has been lovely."

"I'm glad to hear it," Carole replied with a sweet smile on her face. "You know, though Finn would never actually say it, he's thrilled that you came down today. He really likes you, Rachel, I can see it in his eyes."

Rachel froze, letting Carole's words sink in. "He likes me?" She let the words linger in the air. "But he's with Quinn."

"I wouldn't be too worried about Quinn. I don't see her being around too much longer," Carole said. "I haven't liked her since the day Finn first brought her home to meet us. Hopefully he sees her true colors sooner or later."

Carole's words intrigued Rachel, "What do you mean by her true colors?"

Carole shrugged her shoulders, "I mean that Quinn seems fake to me. I'm afraid that she sees Finn as a ticket to fame and she's going to use him as a stepping stone to fame and fortune."

"You think she's just using him?" Rachel asked, thinking that Carole's assumptions may be spot on when it came to Quinn's true character.

"Yes. That's what I'm afraid of, at least," Carole replied.

"Why are you telling me all of this?" Rachel questioned, finding it a bit unusual that Carole was bashing her son's girlfriend right in front of her.

"Because I know that you have feelings for Finn as well," Carole replied simply. As Rachel opened her mouth to object, Carole spoke again to stop her. "Deny it all you want, but I can see the connection between the two of you. I just want you to know that when it comes to Finn's relationship with Quinn, you shouldn't be too concerned. Finn's a smart boy, it just takes him a bit longer to see the truth in people. He'll have her figured out before too long."

"Well, thank you for telling me," Rachel said to her. A part of her conversation with Carole still remained in her head, and made her much happier. Finn liked her. He really did, he was just a bit blinded by Quinn.

Rachel said her goodbyes to Carole and then continued on with her search for Finn. Maybe she couldn't tell Finn the truth about Quinn, but perhaps she could prove to him that she would be much more suited for him that Quinn.

She walked back into the house, finding Sam sitting on the couch with Santana on one side and Puck on the other.

"Hey, Rachel," Sam greeted, "we were just about to watch some TV. Want to join us?"

"No thanks," Rachel replied, "I was actually just leaving and wanted to say goodbye to Finn. Have any of you seen him?"

"I think he went upstairs," Sam replied.

"Okay, thanks," she replied. "I guess I'll see you guys around then, it was nice meeting you." She turned away from them and walked up the stairs again. As soon as she reached the second level of the house, she heard Finn's voice coming from the room he said was his old bedroom.

She smiled and walked towards the half open door and peaked in before entering. She froze as she peered into the bedroom, wishing she was anywhere else. Inside the bedroom, she saw Finn lean down and place a kiss on Quinn's lips and pull her in closer to him.

Seeing him locked in an embrace with Quinn made her feel sick again, and she couldn't take any more of it. Rachel turned around on her heel and walked back down the stairs. She breezed past Santana, Sam, and Puck, and ran out the door before anyone could stop her.

She finally slowed down and took a deep breath once she was in her car again. She wished Finn Hudson didn't have such a strong impact on her.

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