Yes, I'm over-exaggerating Quinn a little bit. She isn't completely bitchy, I know that. So for the future, don't hate, okay? The ending will have a little twist with Quinn, so don't say I'm going out of character, nothing is ever as it seems. The reviews are very motivating, thank you for that. Just taking a note for the Quinn thing. The endgame of this fic is Finchel. Don't know how many chapters this will have.
He knew he had to take things slow. If he went too fast, she would get overwhelmed, and that was the last thing he needed. A few months ago, she was all over him, begging to get back with him like a dog begs for its bone. Now, he wasn't so sure that she would immediately fall into his arms. He had hurt her too much. But at the same time, she wasn't completely innocent either; she cheated on him.
Every glance in the hallway he got from Quinn was either an 'I'll get you back some day' face, or a 'you'll regret it' glare. He wasn't surprised, it was just typical Quinn. But then again, he didn't blame her for being mad. After all, it seemed she gave up Sam for him. She thought that she would live with him; she had it all planned out. She had a right to be mad. But what she didn't have was the right to change his decision. He chose Rachel; there was no doubt about it. If she had something to say, it wouldn't change anything.
This happened to be one of those scenarios. Finn spotted Rachel at the end of the hall. She wore her usual clothes; the cute sweaters, and the short skirts that showed her amazing legs. Finn gulped, realizing that Quinn was watching Finn check Rachel out. She smirked, and then walked slyly over to Rachel. Finn immediately walked down the hall towards Rachel, seeing that Quinn was approaching the totally unaware girl. "Hey, Rachel. How's Jesse?" Quinn said, trying to look sympathetic. Once Finn arrived on the scene, he stood next to Rachel and gave her a look. "Uh...he's fine," Rachel replied, a little confused. Finn stepped in front of Rachel a little and stared into Quinn's eyes. "Just stop, okay? Walk away."
Quinn crossed her arms and leaned up against the locker. Rachel, a little overwhelmed, because she clearly did not know what was going on, stood frigid, holding her books tight, her hands starting to sweat. "Oh…really? I thought that you never wanted to see me again? Why are you talking to me?" Quinn said rather loudly, just so Rachel could hear every word. The brunette stood there, puzzled as to why she said that. What is she talking about? She frowned, and then looked up at Finn, wanting an answer.
"I…" He didn't know what to say. Saying the wrong thing, especially with both Rachel and Quinn there, would be a major downfall. Quinn smiled devilishly; obviously happy with the situation she had created. "Well, I'll just assume that you and Jesse had a nice night at Prom, and…the rest…why don't you tell Finn?" Quinn said, a little sarcastically.
The blonde walked away, brushing the hair out of her face. Finn and Rachel stood there, both silent for a few seconds. "What…was she talking about, Finn? Why'd you say that you never wanted to see her again?" Rachel asked, a little concerned. Finn turned to her and stood silent. "Finn?" Rachel said again, knowing that he was a little out of it. "I'm sorry…I…I gotta get to class. He walked down the hall quickly, a little embarrassed. The brunette remained by her locker, both dumbfounded and concerned. Finn knew he was going to tell her. Just not yet; he wasn't ready yet. It had to be perfect.