It was Friday night, the day before the big game, and everyone was at Puck's place celebrating the start of the season. It was kind of a tradition for the team, to have a huge party before game one, and this year it just happened to be hosted by Puckerman. The party ended up being like most of Puck's parties. Big and loud.

Having been Finn's 'fake' girlfriend, Rachel was of course invited. There was always a chance that the paparazzi would be hiding out at one of these parties. Olivia encouraged Rachel to attend the party since with the paparazzi mishap a few days earlier, she and Finn really needed some photos taken together.

Rachel would have been more than happy to attend the party, had she and Finn not been in the unique predicament they recently found themselves in. Well, necessarily them, since it was her fault, after all. Rachel played the kiss over and over again in her head, wishing she hadn't made such a careless mistake.

Regardless of how she felt about the kiss, that still made her toes tingle when she replayed it in her mind, she couldn't take it back. She and Finn had to be adults about this. They were supposed to meet up at the party as dates, and they couldn't do that if they were all awkward and fidgety with one another.

After Rachel left the diner after their kiss she and Finn didn't talk. She almost expected him to call or something, not that she'd know what to say to him, but she thought he would want to figure out what happened. She was feeling extremely anxious for their meeting at the party, and she was having trouble keeping her composure.

Yes, Rachel did like Finn as way more than a friend, but if she could only have him as a friend she could deal with that. All she could do was hope that she didn't screw things up so terribly that he didn't even want to see him anymore.

Rachel slowly walked through Puck's home, and looked around at all the people. She didn't recognize anyone hardly, and she was feeling extremely out of place. All of the other guests had at least one friend to hang around with, and Rachel stood out like a sore thumb as she stood all by herself.

"Hey, Rachel," a voice behind her called out, and she turned around to see Sam.

"Oh, Sam, I'm so glad to see you!" she exclaimed, happy that she finally found someone that she knew.

"I know, with this crowd it can be easy to feel alone," Sam replied. "So, have you seen Finn yet?"

Rachel shook her head, "No, I don't think he's here yet. I've looked all over for him."

"That's weird," Sam commented. "Quinn's here and she said she hasn't heard from him since Wednesday morning. I wonder what happened to him."

Sam's latest words captured Rachel's attention even more. "He hasn't spoken to Quinn yet?" She asked him.

Sam gave her a questioning look, "What do you mean by 'yet'? Did something happen?"

Rachel sighed and looked up into Sam's eyes. She was seriously considering telling him what happened, because she was getting a little tired of keeping the truth bottled up inside, and Sam seemed like a nice guy that she could trust. "We were out to lunch on Wednesday, and there were no photographers because of the big Marley Rose scene. I got a call with really good news, and when I told Finn about it, I accidentally got so caught up in the moment, that I kissed him."

Sam's eyes widened, "What happened?"

"I panicked," Rachel answered. "I've had feelings for him since the first day I met him, but I wasn't going to act on those feelings. I keep thinking that he might feel the same way about me, but he seems to be perfectly content with Quinn. Even though she…" her voice trailed off.

"Even though she cheated on Finn with Puck?" Sam guessed the ending to her sentence.

"Wait, you know about Puck and Quinn?" Rachel asked.

Sam nodded his head, "Yes. Quinn told Santana and Santana told me." He shifted on his feet. "Anyone who is thinking clearly could guess that Quinn's a selfish spoiled little brat, and none of us can wait for Finn to see the truth and dump her."

"If that's how you really feel, then why haven't you said anything to Finn?" Rachel asked him.

"It's not my place to say anything," Sam replied. "I wasn't involved in this mess at the beginning, and I really don't want to get myself involved now. Plus, I talked to Puckerman and he promised that he was going to tell Finn after the game… tomorrow."

The realization hit Rachel at about the same time it did Sam. The game was tomorrow, which meant the truth was coming out… tomorrow.

"How do you think Finn's going to take it?" Rachel asked, knowing that Sam knew Finn better than she did.

Sam shrugged his shoulders, "Hard to say, but it can't be too good. Finn's a very trusting person, and it'll hurt to learn that someone betrayed that trust. Especially someone he's known since elementary school."

Rachel nodded her head, "Yeah… still, I feel bad that all this is happening to him. He's such a good guy, and he doesn't deserve to he lied to this way."

Sam looked to Rachel, "You really do like him, don't you?"

Rachel bit her lip and nodded her head a little, "Yeah, I really do."

"Well, if it means anything to you, I think that if Finn's smart, he won't let a girl like you out of his grip," Sam told her.

"Thank you, Sam," Rachel said, and she gave him a small hug. "You're such a sweet guy. Santana's lucky to have you in her life." She pulled away from his embrace, "I'm going to go try to find Puck and ask if he's seen Finn anywhere."

"Okay, good luck finding him," Sam said. "I'll see you around."

"Yeah, see you," Rachel said, before running back off into the crowd, this time in search of Puckerman. It didn't take her long to find him at all, seeing as he was standing right beside the beer keg, handing out drinks to all of his guests. Since he and the other football guys couldn't drink much for the sake of avoiding a hangover for the big game, the least he could do was let everyone else enjoy the wonders of alcohol.

"Hey, Rachel," he greeted, "Come for a drink?"

Rachel shook her head, "No, I did not. I came to ask you if you've seen Finn anywhere. I don't think he's here."

"He texted me a little bit ago," Puck replied. "He said he'd be a little late tonight. He mentioned something about needing to think some things over."

"Did he mention what he needed to think about?" Rachel asked him, receiving a 'no' from Puck. "Okay, then, thanks anyway. Let me know of you see him."

"Yeah I will," Puck replied. "Oh, and Rachel, I heard about the audition. Congrats."

"Thanks," Rachel said with a smile. She walked away from him and maneuvered herself through the crowd again, walking towards the non-alcohol filled coolers in the back of the room. She pulled out a water bottle and took a long drink, watching all the people around her dancing to the music and having a good time.

She set the water bottle down on a table and headed to the door, wanting to get a breath of fresh air. As soon as she stepped outside, she felt the cool night air hit her face, and it felt so good. She gazed down the street, looking at the many cars parked along the side of it.

Rachel walked around to the side of the house, where there was a long patio area where she could sit down and take a break from the party. As she neared the patio, she noticed someone else sitting there, and she walked closer to see who the person was.

"Finn?" she called out, and the person lifted their head, revealing the identity as Finn.

"Rachel," he breathed, looking at her almost as if she was a ghost.

"Hey," she said to him sitting down in the chair across from him. She knew it was a lame thing to say, but she didn't know what else to say.

"Hey," he replied, his gaze falling anywhere but on her.

She took a deep breath and decided not to ignore the elephant in the room. "Look, Finn, I'm sorry I kissed you the other day. I shouldn't have done it. I crossed the line."

He finally looked into her eyes, and she noticed the sadness pooling inside of them. "Why did you do it?"

"I don't know," she answered, "I guess I was just so caught up in the moment, and at the time, it just seemed like the thing to do."

"The right thing to do?" Finn questioned, the volume of his voice intensifying a little. "Do you know how much that kiss messed with my head? God, Rachel, I fought my attraction to you so much, and just when I finally think I'm getting over you, you kiss me, and I like you even more than I did before."

"You like me?" Rachel asked, her heart skipping a beat. His mother had already made her aware of this fact, but actually hearing him admit to it changed everything.

"Of course I do, Rachel," Finn replied, his voice lowering again. "You're amazing, you're talented, and you're beautiful. Inside and out." His gaze lowered, "but I'm with Quinn."

"Why?" Rachel asked, causing his eyes to connect with hers again. "Why are you with her? What is it about her that makes her so special?"

"Why has everyone been asking me that question lately?" Finn asked, becoming angrier than before. "My mom, my friends, my brother, and now you. It's like you all have some reason to hate her and I don't know what that reason is, and you, you don't even know her!"

"I don't have to know her to be able to form an opinion of her, Finn," Rachel replied, becoming a tad angry as well.

"What does that even mean?" Finn asked, "What could she have possibly done to make everyone I know dislike her so much?"

"She cheated on you!"

The words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them, and she instantly regretted them when she saw the look on his face.

"She what?" Finn asked, his voice much quieter this time.

"Finn, I am so sorry," Rachel said quickly. "I shouldn't have told you that. I am so, so sorry."

He shook his head, looking extremely devastated. "I need to go." He stood up and quickly fled the area before Rachel could stop him.

Rachel began to panic. She thought she crewed things up before with the kiss… that was nothing. She really did it this time. She messed it up for Finn, Quinn, and the football team. They were supposed to play the big game tomorrow, and Rachel might have put their game into jeopardy. She had to warn Puck.

She ran back into the house and found Puck, still by the drink table.

"What is it?" he asked upon seeing her horrified expression.

"I might have really messed things up."

Oooo, the cat is out of the bag!

What will Finn do?

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