POV: Finn Hudson

It's kinda weird that the day wasn't half over but man, a lot has happened. With the newcomers, Quinn, and U.S History (which I still don't know why I'm taking), and also with football and glee in the afternoon, all I wanted to do at home was sleep.

I stepped into U.S. History, and found a chair with a "Reserved for Finn Hudson" sign on it. The sign was pretty girly, so I sat on the chair hesitantly. It was at the rightmost corner at the back, and was a good place to doze off during lecture.

I began to sleep until I was awoken just a few seconds later by Rachel.

"Finn!" She was surprisingly on the chair to my left. I didn't even hear her make a sound. "Hi, um, Rachel," I said, checking my cheeks for drool.

"I didn't know you were taking U.S. History."

"Well, to be honest, I didn't know either."

"But here you are, here I am, it's such a coincidence!" Rachel sounded like it totally wasn't a coincidence. She sounded creepy and overly excited.

"Um, yeah. So, listen Rachel, I was actually...I'm actually trying to—"

"Have you heard? Tina and Artie are supposedly having problems. Couple problems."

"That's great, Rachel. Listen, I really have to—" I tried interrupting, since I wasn't the least bit interested in gossip. "Oh, and have you heard? Quinn and Puck are really getting along. Really getting along," she said, smug.

That caught my attention. "I thought they were over," I muttered.

Rachel scoffed and laughed at the same time. "Over?" she echoed. "Right, and I hate Broadway." She laughed like it was a really funny joke, but the feeling wasn't mutual so she stopped, probably feeling awkward. "Where did you hear that?"

"Oh, um, nowhere," I lied. Rachel couldn't find out about Quinn wanting me back.

Rachel nodded, pouting.

I tried changing the subject. "Well, um...I...I really like your shirt."

Okay, so it was actually this freak girly shirt, but I was being honest. Kind of.

She smiled half-heartedly. "Thanks."

At the end of the period, Rachel hadn't talked to me. "Rachel," I called out before she left. She turned around, the same pout painted on her face. "Yeah?" She asked, biting on her lip.

"Did I say anything wrong? You look really disappointed."

"So did you when I said Quinn and Puck were together."

"I wasn't," I lied. Rachel had said some things after that but I couldn't really focus on her. Quinn was outside, waiting. She smiled at me. I was about to smile back, but then Puck came up to her. He said something, then kissed her. Quinn kissed him back, not even minding the fact that I could totally see them.

"Finn?" Rachel snapped her fingers in my face. "You look kind of mad. Don't you agree?"

No, actually, I had no idea what you were saying.

"Oh, no, it's just that..." I trailed off. I couldn't take my eyes off Quinn and Puck.

Rachel followed my gaze. "Oh. Should've known."

She ran away, but I easily caught up with her. We were a couple of feet from Quinn, who was still smiling and talking with Puck.

"I get it, Finn." Rachel struggled from my grip.

"No," I told her, "I don't think you do."

Quinn was looking at that point. So I grabbed the opportunity. I kissed Rachel. She resisted, but soon calmed down. When I pulled back later, she was silent. Not pouting anymore, thank God.

I heard Quinn stomping away and it felt good. At least she knew how it felt.

"Sorry for assuming so quickly," Rachel said. I smiled at her. "Um...I'm sorry I made you assume?" I tried, and she giggled.

A/N: Let me just spoil you. There will be some Fuinn moments here, trust me. And some Finn/Charlie. I don't plan on making Puck & Charlie a couple. Sure, Charlie's comfy around him. But they're just going to be best friends. For now.