A/N: I'm adding some Puck POV in here. I realized that there's not much plot so far, so I decided to make something happen at the end.

Disclaimer: You caught me. I really do own Glee, and I'm giving away what's going to happen. I wish.

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xSpencer-Rose: It's at the end of this chapter. :)

KatieJoanna: They're friends with benefits if you don't consider them a couple.

"See ya, Puck," Finn says, grabbing for my hand. I don't let his have it, crossing my arms. Disappointment flashes across his face, only to be replaced with happiness as Puck leaves.

"Hello, Finn," I say. "So, are we going or not?" I start to head towards the door, but Finn's hand on my shoulder stops me.

"We could stay here for a while," Finn suggests. "I don't feel like leaving yet, and your house is quite nice."

"Thanks," I say, brushing past him to my room.

Finn follows me. He sits down on my bed, exactly where Puck had been sitting. I don't sit next to him, instead pulling out my desk chair and sitting there.

He only just notices my new look. "You're cute," he says. Nothing like the compliments Puck had given me. You're gorgeous. And hot.

Finn pats the spot next to him. I let out an inaudible sigh and sit next to him. "Kiss?" he asks, leaning forward, lips puckered. I resist the urge to lean away, instead letting him give me a more passionate kiss. His breath stinks of garlic. I pull away, plugging my nose.

"What did you eat before you came here?" I ask.

Finn looks uncomfortable. "Er, a piece of garlic bread?"

"Well, then," I say, standing up and going back to the chair, "You can't kiss me with your breath smelling like that."

Finn lowers his head, looking like a scolded puppy. "Alright. Wanna leave?"

I look out the window. I nearly laugh at the sight of Puck, his nose pressed flat against the window. Biting my lip, I turn back to Finn. "I changed my mind. I want to kiss you." And make Puck jealous.

I go back to Finn and sit right next to him. His back is to the window, so I get a chance to smirk at Puck before I kiss Finn.

Finn wraps his arms around my waist. I lean up—why does he have to be so tall?—and give him a full kiss on the lips.

Puck

Of course Rachel has to go and kiss her effing boyfriend right in front of me. And not just a little peck, like the ones they've shared before, but full-blown French kissing. The kind we do. I watch her as she places her hands in his hair, grasping it tightly. My lips twitch in the beginning of a snarl. Those perfect little hands in someone else's hair, her mouth on someone else's, makes me want to tear Finn's throat out. The bastard, stealing my woman.

Rachel breaks away—finally. The glass is too thick for me to hear what she's saying. Finn's face crumples. My heart flutters in excitement; maybe they broke up. But, no, Finn leans down and gives my girl a swift peck on the lips. A few minutes later, I hear the rumble of his car. It fades away.

Rachel opens the window. "Come on in," she says, holding out a hand to help me up.

"Did you really have to kiss him?" I ask, climbing in and sitting on the sill. "Or did you do that for me?"

She smirks. "I'm with him for you."

I roll my eyes. "Maybe I should get back together with Quinn…." I let my voice trail off.

Rachel gives me an annoyed look. "Quinn doesn't deserve to have her heart broken again. She actually might be staying here. Santana is going to kick her out soon, and I offered the guest room to her."

I raise my eyebrows. "Really, or is it just a way to make it harder for us to get together?"

"No, really," Rachel protests, giving me a playful smack on the arm. "Quinn might stay here."

Now I believe her. "But how will we see each other if she's hanging around? I like being here with just you, not worrying about other people finding us."

"Me too," Rachel lies down on her bed, patting the spot next to her. "But Quinn needs someone."

I lie down next to her, and she snuggles against my chest. I wrap an arm around her. "Yes, but can't she stay with someone else?"

"I'm the only person with spare room." Rachel sighs. "Glee club discussed it. It was the day you weren't there."

I remember that day. I had been working on a new song for Rachel—I still haven't sung for her. Lay All Your Love on Me, from ABBA, with a few revisions. I will do the same as I did with Sweet Caroline, perform it in Glee, acting like it's just for fun.

"Rach," I say, "what'll happen if we get caught?"

"Did you tell someone?" Rachel demands. "I thought we were keeping this a secret."

"No, no," I assure her. "I was wondering if Quinn might find out, and what we would do. Why are we keeping this a secret?"

Rachel hesitates. "Well, I think that you and I dating would ruin your popularity. It's ruined Finn's. And since you're a badass jock, it would be bad for my reputation with the Glee clubbers. Everyone thinks they know that I had a crush on Finn forever, so it's easier for them to accept. And Finn isn't badass."

I laugh. "Finn is no way badass. Does he have Mohawk? Or a nipple ring?"

She laughs as well. "You have nipple ring?"

"Before I met you," I answer, "it was how I got some with the mamas when I was cleaning the pools. But I am so over them now."

Rachel starts to reply, but then stops as her bedroom door opens. We start to untangle ourselves, but we aren't quick enough. Finn steps into the room.