The sapphire necklace was hanging from his pointer finger, swinging in the air. Finn starred at it miserably, sprawled on the living room sofa with his head on the arm chair. He had been watching the golden chain swing back and forth for almost an hour now, not having the energy to get up. Was it already a couple of days ago that Finn had caught Santana and Brittany having sex in his bedroom? Just the thought of the memory made Finn groan with misery; he wasn't expecting that.

Since he had met her, Finn was sure that Santana was going to be the one he married…until he found out she was a lesbian. To give Santana credit, Finn had known he wasn't going to marry Santana for about two weeks now, around the time he met Rachel. There was just something about Rachel; she had him feeling all these things he had never experienced, and had him starting to doubt his relationship. Santana must have doubted their relationship too, because as it turns out, she's been sleeping around with Brittany for months now. Finn should have seen that one coming.

There he was worrying about Santana finding out he had made out with Rachel once, when Santana was having sex behind his back with her best friend. Why should he have felt guilty when Santana had so much more to feel guilty about? The funny part was, even though he now knew about Santana's activities, he still felt like the one who had betrayed in the relationship. Finn shouldn't feel this way; he didn't do anything wrong compared to Santana.

But why did Santana start something with Brittany? Why did she feel like she had to have something on the side in addition to Finn? He couldn't help but feel like it was his fault Santana had cheated. Was he not good enough for her? Was he bad in bed? Did he not show her enough love? Or was it that Finn did love her, but Santana didn't love him the same way? He had always been so sure that Santana was the girl for him, but did she think he was the man for her? Obviously not, because it turns out Santana is looking for the girl of her dreams. What was wrong with Finn? Why wasn't he good enough?

Finn had taken two personal days and spent his time moping around his apartment and watching soap operas. The TV character's problems made Finn's not look so bad. Before the Santana and Brittany incident, Finn had told himself he would call Rachel later that day, but it left his mind after the fight with Santana, the breakup, and the return of the sapphire necklace. It was for the best he guessed, but Rachel was still on his mind. He didn't want to keep her hanging. At that moment, the phone started ringing, and Finn threw one of the throw pillows over his head, trying to block out the annoying sound. The phone stopped ringing, and the message began.

"Hi, Finn, this is Rachel. I haven't seen you at the Dunkin' Donuts in a few days and you haven't called, so I wanted to make sure you were alright. If there's a problem, you can always talk to me if you need a friend. Anyway, I hope you're okay, and call me back when you get this message. Okay? Okay, bye." And the message ended, and Finn removed the pillow from his face, thinking hard. There was only one good thing from his breakup with Santana; time with Rachel without feeling guilty.

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Rachel picked at her food with her fork, deep in thought. She was worried about Finn; she hadn't seen him or Santana at the Dunkin' Donuts the past couple of days or gotten a phone call from him. Maybe everything was fine with Finn, maybe the real problem was that he changed his mind; he didn't want to be Rachel's friend. He decided Rachel was a loser and wasn't worth spending time with, and convinced Santana to not go to Dunkin' Donuts anymore for breakfast. She hoped that wasn't the case.

"Are you going to eat that or just stare at it?" Quinn asked, glancing at Rachel's untouched meal. She put some more food in her mouth, Rachel starring at her with a hard look.

"I'm sorry, I'm distracted. It's Finn; I'm worried about him." Rachel said putting down her fork. Quinn fought the urge to roll her eyes at her best friend; Rachel was awesome, but sometimes she could be such a drama queen.

"I'm sure he's fine. He'll call you back, I know it." Quinn said confidently, and Rachel picked at her food again. She wanted to believe Quinn, but she was still afraid of the thought that Finn didn't want to see her ever again.

"But what if he doesn't? What if he's decided that he hates me?" Rachel asked, and this time Quinn actually did her roll her eyes. Yeah, Finn suddenly hated her; that was definitely the case.

"He does not hate you. Just be patient." She assured Rachel, standing up with her empty plate and putting it in the dishwasher. "I've got to head to work, but promise me you won't do anything crazy while I'm gone."

Rachel rolled her eyes, and sighed loudly. Quinn pulled on her coat, eyeing Rachel.

"Promise me." She said again, and Rachel put her chin in her hand.

"I promise." She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes again. Quinn smiled at her, obviously proud, and turned to open the front door.

"Good. See you tomorrow?" she asked over her shoulder.

"Yeah, good luck." Rachel responded before the door closed behind her, leaving Rachel by herself. She put her fork down on the table, having no appetite at all. She put the plate of food in the fridge for later when she was actually hungry, and then went into the bathroom. Rachel was reading one of Quinn's magazines when the phone started ringing.

"Shit." Rachel mumbled, throwing the magazine on the floor, and as quickly as possible, washed her hands and swung open the door. That could be Finn calling and she wasn't going to miss it just because she was in the bathroom. It wasn't until she reached the phone in the kitchen that Rachel realized her skirt was being dragged on the floor by her foot.

"Hello, this is Rachel." She said into the phone, using her one hand that wasn't holding the phone to put her skirt on properly. The person on the other line breathed loudly.

"Hi Rachel this is Finn. Can you come over?" he asked hesitantly, and there was a moment of silence. Finn wanted Rachel to come over now? Would they be by themselves or would Santana be there? Would it really matter either way if Santana was there, as long as Finn was? Finn must have taken Rachel's silence as a bad sign, because he went on. "I kind of need someone to talk to."

"Yeah, I understand. I'm coming now." Rachel said, regaining her ability to speak. She slipped on a pair of flats and threw on her coat.

"Okay. Thanks Rachel." He said, sounding relieved. She picked up her keys and shut the front door behind her, locking it.

"No problem. See you soon." She answered, and Finn nodded on the other side.

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She walked quickly to the Dunkin' Donuts, but once she got there Rachel didn't know what to do next. She knew Finn lived on this street, but she didn't know exactly where. Rachel had to call him again to ask for the address, and after Finn told her, she walked down the street to his apartment building. In the elevator, Rachel fumbled over the floor number, the old man next her looking at her suspiciously. Rachel couldn't help it if she was a little nervous; Finn needed someone to talk to and he had chosen her. That must have meant something. The floor where Finn's apartment was seemed to go on forever, but finally Rachel got to the right door. She took one more deep breathe before knocking two times on the door. It was only a few seconds before she heard footsteps and the door opened to reveal Finn.

He looked like he hadn't gotten any proper sleep in days; his hair was big mess, his face was covered in more hair than usual, there were dark circles under his eyes, and he was wearing sweatpants and a huge football shirt. Finn smiled at Rachel brightly when he saw her, stepping aside for Rachel to come in. Even if he looked like he hadn't used the shower in a couple of days, Rachel still thought he looked perfect.

"Thanks for coming, Rachel." Finn said as Rachel took off her coat, and looked at the apartment around her. She turned to Finn, holding up the coat with a questions mark on her face. "Oh, you can just throw that on the couch in the living room."

Finn led Rachel down the hall to a small living room, and she put her coat on the arm chair of the sofa. It looked like the couch was where Finn had been sleeping; blankets and pillows were thrown all around the room. She wondered why he wasn't sleeping in his own bedroom.

"It was no trouble. Where's Santana? Where have you been lately? Why does it look like you're not getting any sleep?" Rachel asked trying to control the vomit of questions, but they went flowing out anyway. Finn didn't know what to say, he kept looking around the apartment as if he had just realized he should have cleaned it up a little before Rachel came over, scratching the back of his neck.

"Um, why don't you sit down and I'll tell you what happened?" he asked, and Rachel sat down on the couch, moving a pillow out of the way. Finn sat down next to her, keeping a safe distance between them, and then stood up again. Rachel wondered why he was so shifty.

"Do you want like a drink or something?" he asked, and Rachel shook her head at him. She didn't want a drink; she just wanted to know what was wrong with Finn. "Right, well, I think I might need some water."

Finn disappeared into the kitchen, and Rachel heard the breaking of ice and the tap turn on and off. After a minute, Finn came back into the room with a tall glass of cold water drinking it fervently. He took his seat next to Rachel, and put the glass of water on the floor, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"So where is Santana exactly? Is she at work?" Rachel asked again, wanting to start this conversation before Finn could stand up again and leave the room. Finn looked very uncomfortable with this question, shifting in his seat, starring at the wall opposite of him.

"I suppose Santana is at work, or she could be at her apartment. Either way, it's not like it's any of my business anymore." Finn said, trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice. Rachel's breathe caught in her throat; did he mean what she thought he meant?

"Did you two…breakup?" Rachel asked, afraid to ask the question out loud. If that was the case, Finn was sure to be sour about it. As it was, his eye twitched at the question. There was a long moment of silence as Finn took another gulp of water.

"I caught her having sex with Brittany." Finn blurted out. Rachel starred at him with wide eyes; she might not know who Brittany was, but she did know that Brittany was a girl's name and that only meant one thing…. "Brittany's her best friend. I found it they've been doing it for months now."

Rachel didn't know how to answer to that, and even if she did, her mouth wouldn't let her. On some level, Rachel was a little relieved, at least Finn and Santana weren't together now, so Rachel wouldn't have to be that Dunkin' Donuts girl, but for the most part Rachel just felt bad for Finn. It's one thing for you to find out your girlfriend of more than a year is cheating on you, but it's another thing entirely to find out she was cheating on you with another girl.

"I'm so sorry, Finn. I can't even imagine what this must be like for you." Rachel said, her hand going to his shoulder before she can stop it. It was okay, right? Friends can comfort other friends when they're hurt, right? Finn shook his head, clearly lost in thought.

"It feels like everything is suddenly upside down or something. I mean, I've doubted my relationship with Santana for a while now, but I would have never thought…I would have never guessed…. I knew Santana and Brittany were close, and I knew that they loved each other, and yeah, sometimes I wondered who Santana love more, but I never saw this coming. What guy could guess that his girlfriend was a lesbian anyway?" Finn said in confusion, still looking at the wall. Rachel only kept rubbing his shoulder. "You know what bothers me most though? It's not the fact that Santana isn't into guys; it's the fact that I wasn't good enough for her; the fact that she felt the need to have someone on the side besides me. I mean, what was I doing wrong? What doesn't make me enough for one person? It makes me think; maybe I'm not good enough for anyone."

"Don't say that Finn; it's not true." Rachel said before she could think about it. But how could Finn actually think that? Didn't he know how great he really was? "You're a wonderful person, and I can assure that there is someone out there that thinks you're enough for them, and wouldn't want to be with anyone but you. So that person wasn't Santana, Santana thought she could get better; that's her loss. I think she missed out on an amazing guy who would always bring joy to her life."

Finn looked up at her after she finished talking, something hiding in his eyes. Rachel held back from saying that the one person who didn't want to be with anyone but him was her, but she was pretty sure she had convinced Finn. He bit his bottom lip as he gazed down at Rachel.

"Do you really think that or are you just saying that to make me feel better?" he asked, and Rachel moved in closer subconsciously, wanting to comfort Finn more. Her hand was still rubbing his shoulder, Finn not even noticing it.

"I know it's true. Everything I tell you is the truth." Rachel told him honestly, starring into his eyes. It was silent for a long time as the two of them looked at each other, lost in thought. Rachel didn't know how long they sat there looking at each other, but finally, Finn spoke again.

"Thank you Rachel. You really are a good friend." He said quietly, and Rachel just simply smiled at him. Finn's hand slipped into his pants pocket, pulling out a golden chain. With her heart thumping against her chest, Rachel realized it was the sapphire necklace that Finn had given to Santana. He held it in his hands for Rachel to see, and then took the hand Rachel had on his shoulder, putting the necklace into Rachel's hand. Finn closed Rachel's hand around the necklace, Rachel trying to ignore the way his hand felt around hers. The necklace felt like it was burning a hole into her skin.

"Wasn't this Santana's?" Rachel asked in a whisper once Finn pulled his hand away, and she opened her hand back up to look down at the beautiful necklace. Finn's eyes were on it too. Rachel didn't understand why he was giving it to her though.

"It was, but I took it back when we broke up. I figure that it should be useful instead of just hanging around my apartment as a bad memory; you can exchange it for money or something. You know, as a tip for all those mornings you've made my breakfast." Finn explains, and Rachel has no idea why there are tears gathering up in her eyes. She has to force herself to keep them back. Rachel doesn't deserve this, she doesn't deserve any of this; she isn't a good person, she fell for someone who was in a relationship. Even though it wasn't her fault, Rachel couldn't help but feel like Finn's breakup was somewhat her fault.

"I can't do that, Finn. This was your girlfriend's, it wouldn't be right if I-"but the rest of Rachel's words were interrupted by Finn, who closed Rachel's hand around the necklace again.

"Please Rachel, just take it. I need you to take it." Finn pleaded. Rachel's eyes met his, and saw that his eyes looked glassy. There was no way she could say no now, there was no way Rachel can push the necklace back into Finn's hand now.

"Okay." Rachel breathed out, and a smile appeared on Finn's face. The smile made Rachel smile, making her forget completely about the necklace in her hand.

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It became obvious the next day to Rachel that Finn's daily morning stops at Dunkin' Donuts had now come to an end. She supposed that Santana was the one who liked to waste money on breakfast every day. Santana; the name alone made Rachel think about what had happened the day before; how could she do something like that to Finn? Be a lesbian, fine, no one can do anything about that anyway, but don't go cheating on Finn because of it, especially in his own apartment. Rachel couldn't help but think that if she were Finn's girlfriend, no one, man or woman, would ever catch her eye again. Wait a second; it was already like that, no one but Finn was catching her eye.

She went through her work day in a daze, not able to concentrate on anything but how Finn must have been feeling. Rachel wished there was another way to help him; he looked so torn up. Even if he was already getting over Santana when they were together, it didn't make Finn feel good to be second best. She wanted to talk to him; Rachel wanted to see him again. No, scratch that; Rachel needed to talk and see Finn again. And she was sure he needed to too.

Rachel found herself sitting on her bed, the sapphire necklace in her hand. She didn't have it in her to exchange it for actual money; there was just something about the necklace that was stopping her from doing it. It was such a pretty necklace, and it must have cost Finn a fortune; he must have really loved Santana. That made her chest ache, and Rachel assumed it was really her heart in pain. Rachel realized that Santana must have received this necklace around the same time she started cheating on Finn with Brittany. How could she wear this necklace and have sex with Brittany at the same time? Didn't she feel any guilt?

"Hey Rachel, do you know where my keys went?" Quinn called from outside of Rachel's room, and then she opened the door and walked in, finding Rachel with the necklace in her hand. "What's that?"

Quinn came to sit on the bed next to Rachel, taking it out of Rachel's hand to examine it closer. When she saw the red sapphire in the middle, her eyes went wide, recognizing who it belonged to. She turned to look at Rachel, who showed no emotion on her face.

"Isn't this Santana's?" Quinn asked, and Rachel bit her lower lip.

"Santana cheated on Finn with a girl named Brittany." She said, and Quinn's head went from the necklace to Rachel, her eyes as big as golf balls. Her jaw dropped in surprise.

"What?" she gasped out, and Rachel sighed loudly.

"Finn found them in his bed, he and Santana got into this big argument, he took the necklace back, and they broke up. He gave the necklace to me, and told me to exchange it for real money or some crap like that, and I comforted him and stuff." Rachel explained, and Quinn managed to close her mouth. Rachel thought she would find the first part interesting, but Quinn was stuck on another part of what Rachel had said.

"What do you mean by stuff?" she asked, eyeing Rachel. Rachel responded by rolling her eyes; why did Quinn think that Rachel was always doing the dirty with Finn?

"I mean, we mostly just talked about it, and I rubbed his shoulder in a comfortable manner." Rachel said, and Quinn smiled at her. Her smile quickly turned into a frown though.

"Poor Finn, he must feel so terrible. It must be absolutely embarrassing to find out your girlfriend is a lesbian." Quinn said sympathetically, and Rachel silently nodded her head in agreement. If only Quinn had seen Finn the day before; she would have pitied him even more. Rachel sure did. They were silent for a long time as Quinn absorbed all this new information, and then Quinn gave Rachel a suspicious look.

"Wait a second, if he told you to exchange it for cash, then why do you still have the necklace?" she asked, and Rachel shifted her gaze to the floor. She just couldn't give the necklace up; it had too much meaning. Rachel didn't know exactly why, but her body just wouldn't let her.

"I can't bring myself to do it." Rachel said honestly, and Quinn frowned at her with pity.

"So you're just going to keep starring at it?" she asked, and Rachel swallowed hard without answering. Quinn sighed, putting the necklace back in Rachel's open hand. "Well, if you're going to keep it, aren't you the least bit curious to see how it would look on you?"

Rachel's eyes flashed from the floor to Quinn's serious face in panic. No, she couldn't do that; it wouldn't be right. This necklace was Santana's, well, it was actually Finn's, but it still wasn't Rachel's either way. She just, she couldn't do that.

"I can't do that." Rachel said, and it was Quinn's turn to roll her eyes, taking the necklace back from Rachel.

"Yes you can. You know you want to." Quinn said, and then stood up. Yes, Rachel couldn't deny it; she wanted to try the necklace on, but it was still the wrong thing to do. Quinn pulled on her hand, dragging Rachel to the bathroom. "Come on, the light's better in here."

Standing in front of the sink, looking at herself in the mirror, Rachel watched as Quinn pushed Rachel's hair out of the way and put the necklace around her neck. The sapphire brushed against Rachel's skin, giving her goosebumps. Quinn clasped the necklace closed, and then stood back so Rachel can absorb the image in the mirror. Rachel had to admit; the necklace looked beautiful on her. The color complemented her well, and she really liked the way the sapphire stone seemed to gleam. No wonder Santana always wore it; Rachel would too.

"I like it." Quinn said, her head turning to the side in thought. She smiled at Rachel in the reflection. "I think it looks better on you then it did on Santana."

"No way." Rachel laughed, going a little red. He hand went up to grasp the sapphire. "It most definitely looks better on Santana."

Rachel went to take it off, putting the necklace gently down on the sink. Quinn was still smiling when she turned around to face her, Rachel's hand brushing against the sink. She didn't even hear the light "plop" sound in the toilet until Quinn's eyes widened.

"Oh my god, Rachel!" she said loudly, pointing to the toilet next to the sink. Rachel turned around to see what Quinn was pointing to, and to her horror, she saw that the perfect, sapphire necklace was now floating on the surface of the toilet water. Oh shit.

"How the hell did that happen?" Rachel shouted in panic, starring at the necklace.

"You spaz, you pushed it right off when you turned around!" Quinn shouted back, her eyes still on the necklace. "I'm not going to get that!"

"Wait, you mean…you mean I have to get that?" Rachel asked, gaping at Quinn. Quinn shrugged her shoulders as if to say "who else", and Rachel turned back to the toilet with a loud sigh. Did he really have to put her hand in the toilet water? Oh, Rachel was so not looking forward to this.