Santana was pulling on his arm before his alarm clock could go off. He grumbled some incoherent words as he pulled his arm out of her grip, rolling onto his back. She sighed as Finn threw the pillow over his head, not wanting to get out of bed. Santana took the pillow off of his face, and smacked his arm with it, making him reluctantly sit up. Finn tried to pull the pillow out of Santana's hands, but she held onto it tightly, causing her to fall into his lap when he tugged. Both of them laughing, Santana situated herself comfortably in Finn's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Why did you wake me up before my alarm can go off?" he asked, giving her a soft kiss. Santana smiled at him as she pulled away, putting her hands flat on his chest.

"I want you to go pick up breakfast." She whispered in his ear. Finn could feel her lips against his skin, making him shiver from the physical contact. Santana laid her head on his shoulder, waiting for an answer.

"Why can't you?" Finn whined, and Santana rolled her eyes into his shoulder.

"I don't feel like it today. Besides, I always do it, why can't you for once?" she asked, knowing that Finn would give in. A second later, he pushed her off his lap, and stood up, pulling a t-shirt and jeans on.

"Fine, I'll do it just this once." He said, and then Finn was walking out of the apartment and down the stairs. He was glad the Dunkin' Donuts was only a block away; Finn hated having to drive in the city, but he also hated having to take long walks to get to places. He opened the glass door to the Dunkin' Donuts, and walked in, the smell of coffee attacking him.

FRFRFRFR

Rachel was behind the counter, her chin in her hand. Quinn was standing on the other side of the counter, looking at Rachel in her brown uniform. That uniform just didn't look good on anyone. She noticed the dazed look on Rachel's face, and knew that she was still thinking about that security guard again. Ever since they left the museum the day before, Rachel had been rather quiet, her eyes very glassy.

"You've got to stop thinking about him." Quinn told her, bringing Rachel back to earth. Her friends tapped her fingers on the counter, watching an old couple eating at one of the small tables in front of the window.

"I can't, Quinn. I can't get him off of my mind." Rachel said, and Quinn shook her head at her.

"Don't tell me you're thinking about actually going back to that museum, are you?" she asked, but Rachel never answered. She was still starring at the old couple, when she looked past them through the window. It was then that she saw a tall male walking down the sidewalk, turning to the entrance of the Dunkin' Donuts and opening the door. He was wearing jeans, a green t-shirt, and old, white sneakers. His hair looked more messy then it did yesterday, like he had literally just stepped out of bed, but he was still very handsome.

"Quinn!" Rachel gasped as he stepped into the room, walking towards the counter; the counter that she was at; the counter where she and Quinn stood. Quinn turned around to see what had made Rachel lose her breathe, when she saw him walking towards them. Her jaw dropped as she recognized who it was, quickly turning back to Rachel, her blonde hair whipping around.

"Just stay calm!" she whispered, but Rachel was still looking at Finn with an expression between fascination and horror. What was he doing here where she worked every day? Finally, after what seemed to be a million years, Finn had made it to the counter, already taking out his wallet. Quinn shifted over a little to give Finn more room, looking quickly from Rachel to Finn.

"How can I help you?" Rachel asked, trying to sound professional, but her voice still cracking from nerves. Finn didn't even look up from his wallet as he opened his mouth, but his eyebrows pulled together again, and he looked up at her. For a moment, he still stood there in confusion, and then realization struck him.

"Hey, you're that girl from the museum yesterday!" Finn said with a smile, pointing a finger at her. Rachel and Quinn both smiled; she couldn't get over the fact that he recognized her and was happy about it. "What are you doing here?"

"I-I work here." She was able to stutter, Quinn giving her a quick smile. Finn shook his head, laughing at her words.

"That's so funny; I live right down the street from here." He told her, still laughing. Rachel and Quinn both joined in. She couldn't believe it; she had been working here for almost a year now, and that entire time, Finn was living right down the street. Who would have known?

"It's a small world." Quinn said, and Finn turned to her, realizing she was there for the first time too. He smiled again.

"You're here too!"

"Yeah, I always hang out here." Quinn responded, and Finn laughed again. He obviously found this all very funny, and from what Quinn can see on Rachel's face, it made her love him even more

"So what can I get for you?" Rachel asked again, realizing that what she said can have a double meaning to it. She quickly pushed those thoughts to the back of her brain, wanting to be mature about all of this. What she said brought Finn's attention back to her and the reason he was here.

"Oh! I forgot about that! I'll have…" he said, biting his lip and looking up at the menu on the wall. He was looking very confused again as Rachel waited for the order. She quickly looked at Quinn, who looked just as clueless as to what was happening as Rachel was. "I don't really know what I'm having actually. I mean, I know what I want, but I don't know what it's called. My girlfriend always comes in here in the morning to buy the food, but today she had me do it."

Rachel and Quinn stare at him, both knowing exactly who he was talking about. She was the only customer who made a daily trip to this specific Dunkin' Donuts; an attractive, Latino girl who always wore nothing but a guy's big sweatshirt, flip flops, designer sunglasses, and a pretty golden, sapphire necklace. Rachel had always assumed she was a stripper, walking around in nothing but a sweatshirt and all, but she never imagined her to be Finn's girlfriend. Both girls looked at him in shock.

"Don't worry about it, Finn. Your… girlfriend always orders the same thing. Rachel has it memorized." Quinn said, recovering first. Rachel quickly followed, shaking her head from the shock. She nodded at Finn.

"Yeah, I know what you're ordering. Just hold on for a few minutes." She said, and then got to work behind the counter to make Finn his breakfast. She still couldn't believe it; Finn Hudson's girlfriend was the same girl who came in here every morning. Rachel had never bothered to learn the woman's name, only referring to her as the Latino who comes in every morning, and that was only to Quinn. She didn't ever think the name would be an importance to her.

"Here's everything. Ten dollars and thirty cents is your total." She said, handing Finn the small, brown bag that she had always given to his girlfriend. Oh, what a very small world it was indeed.

"Thanks," he said, looking at her name tag, "Thank you Rachel."

Something about the way he said her name made Rachel blush; it sounded like magic coming out of his mouth. She wanted to hear him say it again. Quinn cleared her throat, and once again, Rachel had to remind herself to not start daydreaming about Finn.

"You're welcome. Have a nice day." She said, as she gave him his change. He gave both her and Quinn a smile and a wave, before pushing the front door open and leaving the Dunkin' Donuts. When he was gone, Quinn turned to Rachel, her jaw dropped.

"I can't believe that just happened." Quinn said in a low whisper. Rachel was still starring at where Finn had left, trying to wrap her head around the current events of her life.

"Neither can I." she said. "What I can't believe is that he has a girlfriend! No, I can't believe his girlfriend is that girl in the sweatshirt we see every morning!"

Quinn gave her a pity look as Rachel shook her head. Just her luck; she meets the guy of her dreams, and then finds out he had a serious girlfriend who's too hot for her own good.

"Maybe they aren't serious." Quinn said, and Rachel wondered if she can read her mind. It wouldn't surprise her if she can. She shook her head at Quinn, knowing that that wasn't true.

"No, they're definitely serious. That girl has been coming here for months every morning in the same sweatshirt that was obviously a man's. That means that they've been living together all that time, which means they must have been together for months before they started living together, meaning they would have been going out for over a year now. You know that sapphire necklace she's always wearing when she comes in? I bet that was from him; she's only been wearing it for the past couple of months; it must have been an anniversary gift or something." Rachel pointed out, and Quinn bit her lip again. She knew she was right; there was no use saying different. It all added up together too well to think differently.

'I'm sorry, Rachel. I know you really liked him." She said, really meaning it. Rachel ran her hands through her hair, thinking everything over again.

"Quinn, how does this story play out?" she asked quietly. Quinn pressed her lips together, knowing that the ending wouldn't be a happy one like the others. Rachel waited impatiently for her to begin.

"There's this man who's in his twenties who lives with his gorgeous girlfriend who he's been dating for more than a year now. Down the street from where he lives is a Dunkin' Donuts, where he goes every morning to pick up breakfast. The woman behind the counter, the pretty, brunette Dunkin' Donuts girl, flirts with him, and he finds her attractive, always coming back every day so he can talk to her. One day, when handing him his brown bag with his breakfast inside of it, he finds her cell phone number on the bag, and calls her the next day. From there, they start having a secret affair, and one day, the girlfriend comes home from work early to find them in the bed. The couple fights, the Dunkin' Donuts girl doesn't hear anything from him for days, and then gets an e-mail from him, telling her that he loved her, but was in love with his girlfriend. The Dunkin' Donuts girl is heartbroken, the man and his girlfriend make up, and they're the ones who end up getting married."

"So the Dunkin' Donuts girl ends up alone, just like how she started?" Rachel asks after a long, painful silence. Her throat was really dry, and she really needed some water.

"I'm so sorry, Rachel." Quinn tells her again. "Don't be that Dunkin' Donuts girl."

"That Dunkin' Donuts girl was a slut." Rachel says her lips hardly moving. Quinn nods her head at her, trying to read her expression. She couldn't though; it was as hard as rock.

"Yes, I suppose she was, but can you really blame her? Even if he wasn't, she was in love with him, from the moment she met him. Can you really blame her for acting on her feelings? What would you have done if you were in her shoes?" Quinn asked, and Rachel eyed her. Surely Quinn didn't think Rachel would help Finn cheat on his girlfriend. Quinn knew her better than that; Rachel was better than that.

"I wouldn't have an affair with him, if that's what you're asking me. I would love him from afar; I would rather him be happy then ruin his happy relationship with his steady girlfriend." She said, and Quinn starred at her for a few moments in silence before speaking again.

"Are you going to do that?" she asked, and Rachel nodded at her. There was nothing else she could do, after all.

"Yes. Yes, I will." She said, not a quiver in her voice. Quinn knew she was telling the truth.

FSFSFSFS

He unlocked the door to the apartment, opening the door to see Santana sitting at the kitchen table with the blonde sitting opposite of her. Finn groaned in his mind when he saw her; Brittany. Brittany was Santana's best friend since high school; they had both been Cheerios together. She lived a few blocks away from Finn and Santana with her boyfriend, Artie. The two girls spent so much time together; Finn sometimes wondered who Santana was actually in a relationship with; Finn or Brittany.

Finn had nothing against Brittany personally; sure, the girl was kind of loony for his taste, but she was very sweet all the same. She was also a very good dancer, at least from what Finn had seen, and really hot. But the thing was, ever since Santana had been spending all her time at Finn's apartment, Brittany had too, and it got really annoying after a while. Like, when Finn wanted to spend some alone time with Santana or have sex during the daytime instead of always at night, Brittany would suddenly show up, and his plans went down the drain. He was sure Santana cared more about Brittany's feelings then she did about his.

"Oh, Finn you're back! It's about time; I'm starving." Santana said when she saw that he had come back. He sat down between Santana and Brittany, Santana reaching over to take her breakfast. Finn pulled out his own sandwich, taking it out of its wrapper. "Artie was working the early shift today, and Brittany was feeling lonely, so I invited her over."

"Are you hungry, Brittany?" Finn asked her, deciding that being a good host was the safest thing to do. Santana would snap at him later when Brittany left if he was rude to her now. He didn't know if they had any food to give Brittany though even if she was hungry.

"No thank you. I ate before I came." She said, and Finn nodded at her, grateful that he didn't have to get up again. He was soon left out of the conversation as Santana and Brittany started talking about a new chick flick that was playing in the movies, feeling like the third wheel again.

Finn let his mind move to the encounter he had with Rachel as the Dunkin' Donuts. Rachel. He liked saying her name; it had a grace about it that he found really pretty. Thinking about the word pretty made Finn realize how pretty Rachel was, and mesmerized. When he had first met Santana, she was anything but mesmerized, full of nothing but confidence. Rachel, on the other hand, could hardly speak when she first met him, looking at him as if he was an angel. He liked the way she looked at him; like he was the most amazing thing to ever walk the planet. Finn wondered why Santana never looked at him like that.