A/N: Here is chapter nine. I know it's from Rachel's POV twice, but whatevs. I know this chapter will spark a lot of hatred, but I had to do it...

A/N: LOVE Original Song. Bets episode Glee has had in a long time. It reminded me of the old Glee that was actually plotted and bearable. Get It Right is beautiful and for people saying that it was selfish for Rachel to write a song for her to sing, what was she supposed to do? Write a song about her feelings and tell Mercedes to sing it? So do you think Quinn should write a song about teen pregnancy and tell Tina to sing it? Or have Puck sing a song about being in love with Brittany? Only Rachel can convey her own emotions. The MVP thing made my day, everyone appreciating Rachel. Quinn can do die in a hole. Who speaks to another human being like that? And now people are pitying Quinn? She deserves to be stuck in Lima, but Finn is trying to get out! Don't drag him down with you. LOVED all the adorable Finchel moments. Finn, you are clearly not the brightest boy so I'm going to say this as simply as I can: You love Rachel. Rachel loves you. Stop making it so complex and STOP DATING QUINN!

A/N: Finchel is endgame, even Cory Montieth said that. Now we just have to wait. Cory believes that Quinn and Finn were never in love, Quinn just wants him for Prom Queen, that Finchel is endgame, and that they love one another. Mark Salling said that Finchel is the core relationship of Glee. Mark, Cory, I love you two. Marry me?

Rachel POV

I looked on Kurt's Facebook page with a sinking feeling in my stomach. I really liked Sam, I did. But something about Finn appearing hurt made me just want to forget all that I had learned and start pining over him again, just in case we had a chance. He denied his and Quinn's relationship…good. I know I shouldn't be that petty and Finn-like, getting overprotective over someone I'm no longer with and trying to control them, but I couldn't help it. I really tried to like Quinn. But the fact of the matter was, I couldn't. She tormented me. No matter how different she is now, I can never forget what that was like. I came home every day from 5th grade to most of sophomore year, crying. Man hands, big nose, boy hips, it was a different bodily feature each week falling under the guillotine of her criticism. She always had Santana and Brittany flanking her, as though she needed to show people that she had minions, and that they were standing behind her so obediently because they were lesser. Everyone was lesser than Quinn back then. She was Quinn Fabray. You either sucked up and maybe prevent some bullying, or fight back and have a miserable life. I can't forget that feeling of belittlement, that feeling of fear that was always hanging over my head like a storm cloud.

I felt guilty. Looking at Finn being so…normal, again, it made me remember why I loved him. I missed him. Not necessarily in a romantic way, I love being with Sam, but the way we used to be when he was dating Quinn and the glee club was new. We were always so close, like childhood friends. He was the only real friend I had ever had. Even though we were both suppressing feelings for one another, we could still be best friends. I really missed that.

But Sam…oh, Sam. He treated me the way I deserved. I know I'm far from perfect but Sam made me feel like that was okay. Usually everyone just got down on me for my flaws, but Sam accepted them. For the first time in my life, I felt like I didn't have to be perfect.

Finn used to be like that. But clearly he likes the perfect kind more now. Quinn was already campaigning for Prom Queen. She'll find a way to get it, even if she's not a Cheerio anymore. Somehow she'll find a way. I'll probably vote for her. I don't like her, but why wouldn't I? She's my teammate, and I see no reason for her not to win. Why should I punish her for my own mistakes?

All I really felt like doing was watching Funny Girl with a bowl of ice cream and try and sleep. Maybe I'll get lucky and when I wake up this will all have been a dream. The irony killed me. It used to be that I would give anything to have just one boy, and now I was horrified at the prospect at two of them.

Quinn POV

Prom.

I know I'm crazy for thinking about it this early, but Prom is important. Prom Queens live, on average, five years longer than regular people. It's probably because they smile so much. And smiling has been proven to ward of diseases.

But I couldn't be Prom Queen without Finn. Sam didn't matter anymore, Rachel didn't matter anymore, nothing mattered except for my campaign. The campaign that I needed Finn to win.

I'm not just being shallow. I really did like Finn. He was my first love. And first loves are forever. It was clear that he was whom I was supposed to end up with. Why else would God have made him my first boyfriend? But I did need him for Prom Queen. Shouldn't I be taking advantage of what I need anyway?

But I did have one problem. Finn was clearly damaged. I mean, he was into Rachel. Rachel. Of all people in this world, what would possess a guy to give her a glance? Obviously I did a lot of damage to him when I got pregnant. I mean, of course I did, he lost me. When a guy rebounds with Rachel, you know he's gone off the deep end. It was a good thing that Finn's an idiot, and it would be easy to regain his trust. I would have to tread lightly. And get Rachel out of the way.

I already had my plan. It wasn't like I had to beg to get a guy to like me; every guy in the world likes me. It's inevitable; I'm smart, and super pretty. All I have to do is bat my eyes at him and plead innocence. Finn will be putty in my gorgeous hands. A plan I could carry out just about…now.

"Hey Finn," I breathed, leaning against his locker. A small smile played at my lips.

"Hey," he smiled casually, not suspecting anything.

"Look, I'm sorry about the other day," I told him, leaning forward and placing my hand on his arm. "I was in shock over Sam. But I didn't mean what I said. I want to be with you, Finn. I love you."

Finn's face was unreadable. But he was probably confused. At the same time, though, he seemed to be thinking about it.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't have feelings for you. I probably always will. But there's someone else, and I've been really trying to make it work with them, so-"

"Who, Rachel?" I cut him off, getting more forceful and angry. Oops. "She's dating Sam."

"But she hasn't changed her Facebook status-"

"Please. They were all cuddly and loving, and they're doing their Glee club assignment together. Brittany told me."

Finn's face went pale. "Yeah, well-"

"Finn, she doesn't care about you. Do you see how easy it was for her to get over you? It always is. And she cheated on you. You said it yourself; you don't cheat on people that you care about. And if you do, you want to protect them from it, not rub it in their face like she did to you," I reminded him.

"But…you cheated on me," he said slowly.

"I was drunk," I quickly defended myself. "And I tried to protect you. Doesn't that mean I love you?"

"I don't think this is a good idea…"

"Finn." I grabbed his arm to stop him from leaving. "You need to wake up. We are meant for one another. We had a baby together. We were meant to be together from the beginning. I know some mistakes were made that tore us apart, but that doesn't mean that we shouldn't try it again."

Finn's face turned cold. "We didn't have a baby together. You and Puck had a baby together."

"Finn. Mistakes were made, but that shouldn't tear us apart. Just…give it a shot."

"Sure."

I was shocked at his words. Just like that? No wonder Santana was able to get him into bed so easily.

"I'll see you later," he told me, smiling a little, as he walked away.

Finn POV

I decided to give Quinn and I a chance. After all, I was all over her after the championship game. We had something special, right? Why not? If Rachel was going to find her happy ending, so was I.

Part of me felt uneasy about it, but I did tear her away from Sam. Shouldn't we get together after that?

Rachel is going to be a big star. She'll have her name in lights and all that stuff. And one day I'm going to tell my grandkids that I dated Rachel Berry. But I can't keep up with her. She's going to go places that I'll never be able to go. Quinn and I work.

Santana POV

Damn, I'm hot.

Sam POV

"Hey gorgeous," I greeted her, kissing her on the cheek affectionately. She gave me a weak, forced smile.

"Hi," she said falsely cheerily. I decided not to pry. That could screw us up.

"The big day is tomorrow," I reminded her. "The big day when we basically look Finn and Quinn in the eye and say 'Screw you.' Excited?"

Her smile brightened a little. "Yeah. I really am. That's all I want to do right now."

I wondered if she knew about the Facebook thing. Now she seemed kind of angry with Finn, which wouldn't make sense if she read it. I know she still loves him. I know that she always will love him. But that doesn't mean that she can't get over him. I'm really hoping that she will one day. I care about Rachel. I care about her more than I've ever cared about anyone else. The way she smiles, the way her eyes scream subtle emotion while she sings, how she bosses other people around obliviously. But Finn and her have a long history. Mercedes told me that they were best friends in the beginning. When I joined Glee they were practically joined at the hip. I need to hold onto Rachel, but I know I'm gonna lose her one day. Her and Finn are just…well, Rachel and Finn. What am I going to do to live up to the love of her life, no matter what an ass he is?

I know she's into me. But for how long? How long until Finn comes to his senses and realizes what an amazing girl she is? We all know that when he does, she'll just fall willingly back into his arms. Finn will always be her knight in rusty, falling apart armor. I'm just a distraction.

Rachel POV

I wanted to vomit. My blood curdled, my eyes teared up, and my limbs turned to rubber. I was about to run into the nearest bathroom when Sam approached me. I smiled weakly and put on a happy face. I should be happy. Sam is great. I really like him. But seeing Quinn speak to Finn like that, seeing them get back together, and seeing her insult me in that way…the ground seemed to just fall away beneath my feet. All the pain I felt when she was pregnant came rushing back to me.

Sam was right. I did want to rub my happiness in Finn's beautiful face. And Quinn's. I wanted to smother her with my happiness, turn her beautiful blonde hair grey with it. I was…angry. I, Rachel Berry, was angry. Yes, I was hurt, immensely, but every time I thought of Quinn, of all the pity she gets, all the love, when she's just a controlling, evil…well, it pisses me off. I loathe her.

A/N: Just a little hint...the loathing thing is a hint at the next chapter. Wicked fans should understand this...