A/N: Thanks for all the reviews etc., I forgot that this is actually super fun. This took longer than expected, and it's shorter than expected because I had second chapter blues (that's totally a thing), hope you enjoy it anyway :).

Also, woohoo new Glee episode tonight!

Rachel slammed her hands down on the desk and glared. "I've come to a conclusion." she said, with something resembling an evil smile.

For his part, Finn looked utterly terrified. "Uh...what...conclusion is that?" he asked. With her nose three inches from his, Rachel could smell the onion rings he'd eaten with lunch on his breath.

"My secret MySpace admirer couldn't possibly be you." she said, and he sighed with relief - the last time Rachel had reached a conclusion it had ended horrifically.

"Oh good, I thought you were gonna make me do karaoke again."

Rachel huffed indignantly, "What's wrong with karaoke? When we went I was given a standing ovation."

"Does it count as a standing ovation if everyone was already standing up?"

Rachel shook her head - she couldn't allow herself to get distracted, especially because the more he spoke the more she could smell the bacon cheeseburger he'd also eaten with lunch, which was disgusting. "Nevertheless, the spelling and grammar of my MySpace fan is far too good for you to be the person behind it, and as such, I've come to enlist your help."

Finn went back to look terrified.

xxx

He stared at the clock. Was it going more slowly? Time was definitely going more slowly. He looked down at his biology text book, why did they make this stuff so boring? He didn't care about the structure of a cell, or how plants grow, or how babies are made. Well, he kind of had some interest in that, but definitely not the baby making side of it. He cursed himself for letting Rachel talk him into to this stupid task (or "secret mission the nature of which is not to be shared with anyone" as she'd called it). At least he got a Pizza Hut coupon out of it. He grinned at his text book, yeah, Pizza Hut was awesome. They probably had the best stuffed crust pizzas, he reasoned, unless you counted that one tiny restaurant near his grandma's house, but -

His phone buzzed with a message from Rachel. Don't get distracted. it read, Concentrate!. He sighed, staring around the library, Rachel was kind of scarily psychic sometimes.

Apparently Rachel's grand plan for catching her secret MySpace stalker or whatever was to watch and see if anyone in the school library logged on to MySpace. If anyone did, they could be considered a suspect in this super weird online dating thing Rachel had going on, and she could like, compare the times of posting to when the person was in the library, or something (he kind of thought Rachel needed to get out more). But (at this point of explaining the plan to him Rachel had thrown her arms up in a look of totally over the top exasperation) she'd been on stake out duty in the library for three days now, and no comment had appeared during the lunch period. She could only assume they were being scared off by her presence, which is why Finn had to be the lookout and in exchange he could have this Pizza Hut voucher her repulsive Uncle Gary had given her.

Someone sat down next to him, and an unfamiliar female voice said, "Hey, Finn. I don't normally see you in here."

He turned and smiled at the Cheerio to his right, "I'm kind of doing a favour for a friend, it's Amy, right?"

She grinned, brushing her hair out of her eyes, "Yeah, I'm surprised you remember."

He shrugged, "How you doing anyway?"

"I'm actually really happy, you wanna know why?"

"Uh...sure."

"Well, I just got bumped up to fourth from top in the Cheerios pyramid, and," at this point she ran a finger down his forearm and grinned, "I totally found out that you're finally single."

He smiled surprised, "Wow, thanks."

"So what do you say, you wanna go out some time?"

"Yeah, sure - hey, do you like Pizza Hut?"

xxx

Rachel stared murderously at the computer screen. Trust Finn to get distracted by a pretty girl when he was supposed to be working, and sure enough, a comment from the fan had been posted while he'd been ogling - how did that girl manage to have so much cleavage on show in a Cheerios uniform anyway?

Just as she was about to log off and go to Glee club, a notification popped up informing her she had a new comment. She stared around the empty library - school had only just finished, there was no way her admirer could be at home, so where were they posting from? Baffled, but running the risk of being late for Glee, she resolved to read it later, and to investigate whether there were other computers available for student use in the building (which would actually be very useful for the days when the football team got bored and came to see how many books they could lift at once, in some kind of bizarre contest of manliness and stupidity).

Entering the choir room and taking a seat, she stared around, as if she could determine the identity of her number one fan by sight alone. Mercedes and Quinn were engrossed in their Blackberrys, Mike and Tina were practising some dance moves, and Finn was excitedly telling Puck, Santana and Brittany about the idiot cheerleader he'd allowed to distract him at lunch.

"Wait," Puck was saying, "You're going out with Amy Piper? Didn't you used to be like, best friends with her Santana?"

Santana nodded, "Yeah, we met in juvie. She's totally out of her mind, but we drifted apart when her Insane Clown Posse obsession started getting out of control."

Puck grinned, "Yeah, you know the reason Coach Tanaka left last year was because she punched him out?"

Finn looked alarmed, but Santana laughed loudly, "That was the funniest thing I've ever seen."

"I squished a fly once." Brittany frowned.

"I know, Britt, then we had a funeral for it."

"I'm just saying, I can be tough too."

xxx

Rachel settled in front of her laptop with a glass of water, but lacking the snack she'd intended to make. Really, why was it so hard for her fathers to understand that in order to have a healthy diet she required ethically grown and locally sourced produce? She did appreciate the difficulties involved in acquiring truly locally sourced items, since that slaughter house replaced the organic food store, but nevertheless if they truly -

The MySpace comment. In between convincing Mr Schue that Tupac was not an appropriate artist to cover at sectionals, and lecturing her fathers on the various ways in which plants can be mistreated, she'd completely forgotten that she hadn't yet read the newest comment. She logged on quickly, wondering which video had received attention today - perhaps the Sound of Music montage she'd done last month, that had been particularly inspiring, she thought.

To her surprise though, the comment wasn't on a video at all - but instead on her profile picture (a shot from regionals last year).

You looked so pretty that night. And instead of bribing Finn to play Nancy Drew, why not just add me on MSN?

It was followed by an email address. Rachel wasn't aware it was possible to add an instant messaging contact as quickly as she did then, but as the request was accepted very quickly, she could only assume they had been waiting for her to do so.

Rachel: Hello, who are you?
MySpace Fan: It's a secret ;). You know, I was going to register with the email "rachelberrysno1fan" but it was already taken...

At her computer screen Rachel blushed.

Rachel: Well, we were all young once. Anyway, did you like my newest video?
MySpace Fan: Loved it, you look really awesome in that shirt :)

As if it were possible, she blushed even harder.

It was surprisingly easy to talk to someone whose name you didn't know, especially when they seemed to think you were, in their words, really awesome, and Rachel found them discussing everything from the best place to shop for sweater vests (there was no good place in the world to shop for sweater vests, she was informed) to her break up with Finn ("I can't believe you dated him ALL summer"). When her dads called her down for dinner, she was surprised to see how much time had passed, and found herself wondering when the last time was that she'd talked to someone for so long. Possibly never, she realised, a little sadly.

Going back upstairs after eating, she was both horrified, and slightly disappointed, at how behind she was on her evening schedule, and was forced to tell her new-found friend that she'd be unable to continue their conversation.

xxx

She went into school the next day with a spring in her step (although it probably wasn't immediately obvious as differing from the usual Rachel Berry pep to most onlookers). Nearing her locker, she nearly bumped into Quinn, who was wearing her best head bitch in charge expression.

"What are you so cheerful about?"

Rachel gave a mysterious smile that she'd practised in the mirror that morning. "Nothing, I'm simply excited for the day of educational challenges that await us."

Quinn shook her head, "You're really weird." she paused, "I guess I'll see you in Glee."

Then she was gone, leaving Rachel to walk the few short steps to her locker. Opening it, she was surprised to find a teddy bear holding a heart with "I'm Sorry" written on it. Attached to its forehead with a thumb tack was a note that read, "Sorry for making you "horrifically late for your evening schedule", hope this nauseatingly cute bear makes up for it."

After that, there was enough Rachel Berry pep for everyone to notice.

xxx

When she arrived home from school, she logged into MSN as quickly as possible, and was pleased to see her mysterious, bear-giving fan was online.

Rachel: Thank you for the teddy bear, the gesture was, in your words, nauseatingly cute.
MySpace Fan: You're Rachel Berry, you like nauseatingly cute. Actually, you ARE nauseatingly cute.
Rachel: I did think the thumb tack through his head was violence which could have been avoided however.
MySpace Fan: See? Nauseating.
Rachel: Thank you...I think. You do realise that my determination knows no bounds, and I WILL find out who you are?
MySpace Fan: How are you going to do that? Set up some kind of elaborate, Scooby Doo style trap?
Rachel: No, don't be ridiculous.

But in her bedroom, Rachel was smiling very, very widely.