Her eyelids fluttered open, the sunlight spilling in through the windows, blinding her. Rachel put up a hand to shield her eyes, feeling like someone had stomped on her head many times. She felt dirty and sick; Rachel was lying on the sofa in the living room, her hair a mess around her head. Footsteps could be heard from the kitchen, and Rachel's eyes shifted to the clock on the wall; 10:30. Why did she feel like shit? Quinn appeared, leaning up against the wall of the living room with a coffee mug in her hands. She was wearing her favorite purple and green flannel pajama pants with a black tank, smirking at Rachel.

"Morning sunshine." She said, moving to sit at Rachel's feet. She starred at Rachel with a smile that said that she knew something Rachel didn't, and Rachel didn't like that smile; it was a scary one.

"What did I do last night?" Rachel mumbled, throwing her arm over her eyes. Her head was aching, and she couldn't take control of it. Quinn only sipped some more coffee, that smile stuck on her face.

"Well, I don't know all the details, but I do know I came home to see you quickly going to third with Finn." She told Rachel, and at those words, Rachel sat up, making her head hurt even more. Groaning, she laid back down, straining her memory as she tried to remember what happened the night before. Yes, she remembered now. She and Finn had gone to the bar, she had a few drinks, and they came back to her place. And then they did….

"I'm so stupid." Rachel groaned, and Quinn laughed a little, standing up and going to the kitchen. She heard a few clatters and clanks before Quinn came back with a glass of water and an Advil.

"Here, have this." She directed, and Rachel swallowed the Advil while gulping down the water. Once it was empty, she put the glass down on the wooden floor, slumping back down on the couch in defeat. Why had she kissed him? Why had she done that? Her mission was to not do that. Rachel told Quinn she wouldn't do that. "I agree with you; it was stupid."

"I shouldn't have done that. Quinn, I told myself I wouldn't." Rachel said, running her hands though her hair. Oh no, what did Finn think about all of this? Did he not like it? Does he hate her now? Does he feel just as shitty as she does? Is he just as awkward about this? Santana! Shit, Santana! What about Santana? What about Finn's girlfriend?

"I know. What happened to not drinking too much? What happened to not being the Dunkin' Donuts girl?" Quinn asked, and Rachel rubbed her eyes. She was right; Rachel was turning into the Dunkin' Donuts girl. She didn't want to be the stupid Dunkin' Donuts girl! She didn't want to be alone by the end of the story!

"I'm so sorry, Quinn. I don't know what came over me to drink that much! I just wanted to fit in with everyone else there, and everyone was drinking, and Finn got me this drink, and I didn't want to be rude by refusing it. The drink was so good though, and I needed another, and Finn really liked me. I danced with this one guy. God, I can't even remember his name, but he was an awesome dancer. And then Finn and I danced, and I was having such a great time! I don't know what happened!" Rachel blurted, the words coming out in jumble. She was a mess, and she still felt so horrible. Quinn gave her a sympathetic look. "Do you think he hates me now?"

"No, I don't think he hates you. He was definitely kissing you back, so it wasn't like he didn't want you the same way you wanted him. I'm sure he's just feeling ashamed now because he has a girlfriend and then he has…well, he has you." She explained, and Rachel sighed loudly. Why did everything have to be so complicated? Why couldn't she have the story about the security guard at the museum and the girl who went to see him every day before they started going out, and eventually married? Why did Rachel have to be living this nightmare of a story where her character was a slut?

"That kiss was amazing." Rachel breathed out, not even noticing she said it out loud until she did. Quinn looked up from her coffee to stare at Rachel.

"He was that good?" she asked in a quiet voice, and Rachel found herself sitting up, leaning against the back of the sofa for support. She thought about it, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I don't know if it was the way Finn actually kissed me, or just the kiss alone. It was like nothing I had ever felt before; I saw so many things that I never thought existed." Rachel said, and Quinn gave her a confused look. She shook her head at her. "No, it wasn't that. I felt more then saw; I felt new and whole and wonderful. I felt powerful, like I could do anything. I felt like everything in the world was suddenly clear, and nothing was bad anymore because I had this kiss. I had this kiss that made me stop thinking and living; it just had me sit there and be blown away. I had found that kiss, Quinn. I found this perfect and beautiful kiss, and I didn't want to lose it ever. Honestly, and I know I shouldn't feel this way because of Santana; but I would kiss Finn again in a heartbeat. There's just something about his kiss. I know it's cheesy to say, but it was…magical."

There was a long silence after Rachel's speech. Quinn starred at her, the coffee mug in her lap. Rachel hoped that what she had said made sense.

"You are so the Dunkin' Donuts girl." Quinn said with a smile, and Rachel picked up the nearest pillow, throwing it at Quinn as they both burst into laughter.

FSFSFSFS

At first when Finn woke up, he was confused. No one was in bed with him, and he was alone in the house. Having Santana sleepover every single night had made Finn used to waking up with someone next to him. Santana. Just the thought of her name made Finn feel a whole mix of emotions, but only two stuck out; regret and guilt. After the little episode at Rachel's apartment, Finn practically ran home, running into his bed fully clothed, and shoving a pillow into his face. He couldn't believe he did that. How could he do that to Santana? What would she say if she knew what he had done? Finn had ruined their relationship! More than a year of commitment and he had blown it all away with a small make out session. Of course, Finn thought the kiss was perfect, best he had ever had, but that didn't stop the guilt from forming in his stomach. He still had a girlfriend that he was in love with. He was in love with Santana, right?

When he got home, Santana wasn't at his apartment like when he had left her. Finn supposed that she had gone to Brittany's apartment, and then went home from there. That must have been weird for her; to sleep in her own bed. Santana hadn't done that in a long time. She was welcomed to come here like she always does for the night, but then again, Finn wouldn't have been able to see her right after his night with Rachel. He would have broken down and told her everything before he could think about what he was doing.

That was the big question, wasn't it? Was he going to tell Santana what happened? All Santana actually knew about the night at the bar was that he was going; he didn't bother to tell her he was going with a friend, much less Rachel. He could already picture the argument that would come out of that. Can you imagine; Finn bringing the girl who made his food at Dunkin' Donuts to a bar? Yeah, that would go over well. So what was he going to do? Well, Finn had to keep it a secret. He couldn't let Santana know about his little slip up; she would kill him. No, he was going to save both of them the drama, and not tell her anyway. It wouldn't matter in the long run anyway; it was only a couple of kisses. Nothing happened anyway.

"It's me!" Santana shouted from down the hall. Finn could hear the door shut behind her, and he quickly stood out of bed, his head hurting a little. He had to make sure of something, ever since he kissed Rachel he had felt different, the kiss felt different from the ones with Santana. Finn had to make sure something was still set in stone.

"I'm glad you're here." Finn said, quickly walking down the hall and into the kitchen where Santana had her head in the fridge. She turned around, closing the fridge, her eyebrows raised.

"Are you?" she asked, and then Finn took one giant step towards her, taking her in his arms. His lips crashed onto hers, and Santana's arms went around Finn's neck automatically. Finn shoved his tongue into her mouth, which she accepted eagerly. He was looking for something, waiting to feel something, but it never came. Finally, Finn pulled away, his lips a little swollen from the kissing. Santana gazed at him, still in his arms.

"What was that for?" she whispered, and Finn looked into her eyes, searching. He stroked her cheek gently.

"I just had to make sure of something." He told her, and Santana only looked at him for a little longer.

"Are you sure of it now?" she asked rather hesitantly. Finn swallowed hard before answering. Was he sure now?

"Yeah, I'm sure now." He said, and then Santana was out of his arms, sitting at the kitchen table. Still in his thoughts, Finn took the seat opposite of Santana, trying to figure out what had just happened. He couldn't deny it; something was very different about his kiss with Santana compared to his kiss with Rachel. And it wasn't different in a good way.

"I slept over Brittany's. That's why I wasn't here. What time did you get back last night?" Santana asked, and Finn looked up at her, panic rising inside of him. Did she know? Was that why she was looking at him like that? Did she know that he kind of maybe liked Rachel Berry? No, how would she know that? Finn had to stop thinking the worst.

"At about one." He answered, and Santana went over to the fridge again for some orange juice.

"You had fun then?" she asked, her back facing him. Finn swallowed again; yeah, he had fun; too much fun.

"Yeah, it was a good time." He said, and Santana smiled.

"Hey, go pick up the Dunkin' Donuts, will you?" she asked. Finn looked up in horror. Go to the Dunkin' Donuts where Rachel was? Yeah, no thanks; he would do anything but that. Finn needed a couple of days to think about everything before he saw Rachel again.

"How about I make breakfast today?" Finn asked, standing up and walking over to the stove. He was pretty sure he had some eggs and cheese; he could whip up an omelet for the two of them. It was better than wasting money.

"I guess, but only for today." Santana said, and Finn nodded at her. He was just glad she wasn't making a big deal out of this one change.

"Only for today." He agreed, and got to work on the breakfast, hoping Santana wouldn't suddenly be able to read his mind and find out his secret.

FPFPFPFP

Puck entered the back room, finding Finn slumped on the old couch with a coffee mug in his hand. He sat down next to him, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. Finn only glanced at him, and then went back to looking extremely glum.

"Had a hard weekend?" Puck asked, and Finn shook his head at him. "How's your girlfriend, oh what's her name, Santana?"

"She's fine." He said quickly, and Puck threw him a suspicious look. Finn didn't notice it, sipping at his coffee.

"And how's Rachel? Did you two have fun Friday night?" he asked, and Finn gave him a panicked look, quickly recovering. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Yeah, yeah, we had a good time. Thanks for inviting us." Finn said, looking down at the coffee. Only the memory of Rachel had Puck getting hot.

"No problem. She's really hot, Rachel I mean." Puck said, glancing at Finn. Finn's eye wavered, trying to keep his focus on his drink. He didn't want to think about how attractive Rachel was; he already did that enough without someone mentioning it to him. The reminder wasn't needed. "Are you into her?"

"We kissed." Finn said honestly, not knowing exactly where the honesty was coming from. Puck took the cigarette out of his mouth, his jaw dropped. Finn looked away shamefully, already trying to think of an excuse for kissing Rachel.

"Okay. I was just talking about how sexy she was, and you just blurted out that you guys made out." Puck exclaimed, throwing up his hands. "What happened afterwards?"

"Nothing happened. Her roommate came home and caught us. I left, and I haven't talked to her since then." Finn explained, and Puck sighed loudly, looking around the room. What was so great about Finn anyway? As far as Puck can tell, the guy was as smart as a first grader and had the sex appeal of a baby. There wasn't that much going on there.

"Well, did you like the kiss? You should call her." Puck said, putting the cigarette back into his mouth. Finn gave him an incredulous look as if Puck had lost his mind.

"What? I can't do that, I'll mess it up somehow or something! Besides, she probably doesn't like me like that. And- and what about Santana? You know; my girlfriend? What about her?" Finn asked, and Puck rolled his eyes at him. What a drama queen.

"Dude, you like this Rachel girl, right?" Puck asked, and after a quiet moment, Finn slowly nodded. "And if you guys were heading to third, chances are she's into you too. Oh, and this whole Santana thing you're freaking out about? Stop freaking about it! You're a guy; you can't expect yourself to settle down that quickly. Play the field a little, see what else is out there, before you throw your life away to only one girl. I'm sure Santana would do the same if she were in your position."

"Well, if that's the case, what am I supposed to do about Rachel?" he asked, and Puck threw his arms up again.

"I don't know! Demand to speak with her, sweep her off her feet, you can stand out her window with a guitar and sing a love song to her for I care! Dude, just do something!" he said, and Finn nodded his head. Yeah, he had to do something. Puck was right; he had to play the field and make sure he was satisfied with what he had before sticking with it. He was going to do that; he was going to break the rules. And it would start today.

FRFRFRFR

The customer was giving her a hard time; did it really matter how burnt the toast was? But the woman was still standing there, complaining about how these "kind of places" just didn't know what they were doing. Finally, the woman seemed satisfied with the food, throwing her money at Rachel, and storming off with her brown bag. Rachel happily watched her go as another person came in. Shit.

She quickly turned around, looking up at the selection of donuts, trying not to panic. It was only a man, it was only Finn Hudson. Finn Hudson. The name alone had Rachel melting into the floor. Why did she have to be falling so hard for him? Why did she always have to go for guys that were unattainable? Why did it have to be Finn, and why did he have to be dating Santana? He probably hated her for what happened Friday night. He must have thought she was a desperate slut who had sex with guys who already had girlfriends. What was she going to do? What was she going to do?

"Rachel." He said, and she had no choice but to turn around and face him. Finn stood there, a small smile on his lips. Okay, so maybe that meant he didn't entirely hate her. But what did the smile mean then? Rachel put on her bravest face before answering him.

"Finn…hi." She breathed out, trying to ignore meeting his gaze. He was still smiling at her, and Rachel didn't know what to do. "Where have you been this weekend? I was a little worried."

"Oh, Santana and I cooked. Money doesn't grow on trees, you know." Finn said, giving an awkward laugh. Rachel joined in just as awkwardly, until their laughter faded away. "I just thought we should talk about, you know, what happened."

"That's hardly needed I think. We just got caught up in the moment. I'm sorry, and it won't happen again. Friends, right?" Rachel said quickly, wanting to leave this whole mess behind her. She would have rather had Finn as a friend, then not have Finn in her life at all. Something about Finn's expression changed, and he suddenly became more insecure and uncomfortable.

"Um, yeah, you're right. Right, I'm glad that's all cleared up. I'm glad we're friends." Finn said, looking down at the counter, shoving his hands in his pockets. Rachel tried to give him a smile, but it came out more of a grimace. So everything that happened to them Friday night was now forgotten, just like that? Rachel didn't like the sound of that one bit.

"We should hang out one day. You know, as friends." Rachel said, wanting to spend time with Finn. He smiled at her, relieved that his feeling weren't completely one sided. At least Rachel still wanted to spend time with him.

"We should. Here," Finn said taking out his cell phone and giving it to Rachel, "Put your number in, and I'll put my number in your phone."

Rachel took her cell phone out of her pants pocket, handing it to Finn. As she put her number in, he did the same, and then exchanged phones again. Finn smiled as he put his phone back into his pocket.

"Alright, so I'll call you then." He said, and Rachel nodded her head quickly, not able to hold back her smile. Well, if one good thing came out of that Friday night, it was this. "I should probably get a coffee since I'm here. It would be rude to come here and not buy anything."

"Yeah, I'll get that for you." She said, and Rachel turned around to get the coffee. Finn waited patiently, Rachel finally turning back around with his coffee. "Here you are."

"Thanks Rachel. You're great." Finn said, taking the coffee and paying Rachel. She smiled even bigger as she took out the change and handed it to Finn; she liked the way he called her great. Would it be weird if she asked him to repeat it?

"No problem. See you, Finn." Rachel called, Finn turning his back to her. He looked over his shoulder as he opened the front door to leave.

"Yeah, I'll call you." He called, and Rachel waved at him with that big, stupid grin she kept wearing.

FSFSFSFS

Finn was thinking about Rachel as he stood in the elevator in his apartment building, the coffee in is hand. He hadn't actually taken a sip of it yet; he wasn't in the mood for coffee. The elevator door opened, and a man walked in, pressing one of the floor buttons. Usually, Finn got easily irritated when someone made the elevator trip longer then it could have been, but today he didn't even mind. Sure, Rachel was obviously not into the idea of fooling around behind Santana's back like Puck had suggested, but she still wanted to be friends. And that was good with Finn. Plus, he had her number now, so he can call her whenever he wanted to, and that was totally awesome.

The elevator door opened to his floor, and he walked down the hall to his room, taking the key out of his pocket. He put it in, turned it, and opened the door. Finn took the key back out, putting it in is coat pocket and throwing the coat on the sofa in the living room. Loud thumping was going on down the hall, and Finn curiously walked down to his bedroom, wondering what Santana could have been doing. There was a groan. Was that a moan? What was going on?

The doorknob turned, he pushed the door opened, and starred at what was in front of him. If Santana wasn't his girlfriend, Finn would have thought this girl on girl action was incredibly hot.