A/N: Sorry guys, I know its been a while. And you guys aren't even getting a new chapter! This is replacing the old one! There are no words to describe just how much I hated my last update, I wasn't proud of it, it was just something I spat out quickly before the next Glee. And it didn't even really fit. And since I don't see the point in putting something out there I'm not proud of, I replaced it. After two weeks. Sorry, I've had just so much schoolwork, I have an audition to prep for, I've had things to catch up on, I have four active stories going on, and I'm thinking of starting another, I've been pretty busy. Plus I was getting bored with this, but I'm gonna keep writing, because I have big plans for it.

A/N: All I'm saying is, all is right with the world. Every. Last. Thing. Wait, that sounds too dull. Let me tell you how I actually feel: ! YEAH! So that has inspired me to love my precious Finchel and write some more. Did anybody else die when they saw Finn holding that flower and looking so crushed? Thankfully, Rachel was just not into that kiss. She just stood there. And we get a Finchel romantic date, Rachel actually getting some willpower against Finn, a beautiful Finchel duet, and a Finchel makeout scene. Oh, and My Man? If Glee covers any more of Funny Girl, I think I might actually die of pure joy. Just...phenomenal. It will be incorporated into this, because it's one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite shows

SamPOV

"I just don't understand," Rachel told me, her brow furrowing a little. I was leaning up by her locker, telling her that I couldn't make our dates (again). I couldn't stand to see that hurt look on her face again, but I couldn't stand to be around her, either. Each moment was like getting punched in the face.

Exhibit A. Right now, I couldn't take my eyes off that picture of them at the state fair. Rachel had her arms wrapped around his torso, hugging him tight. She was smiling wider than I thought possible at the photographer, but Finn wasn't look at the camera. He was staring down at Rachel's head, smiling just as much. Never in my life had I seen a guy that happy.

Rachel was like my best friend, and it had only been a few weeks. But how was I supposed to date a girl knowing that she had already met her soul mate. I knew Finn still cared about her, he had told me as much. I didn't know why he was dating Quinn, but I felt…dirty, taking another guy's girl. I mean, Rachel wasn't his, but it still made my skin crawl.

"I'm really, really sorry Rachel. I just have so much to catch up on, and I would kind of like to have some guy-time, y'know?" I improvised. She recovered a little.

"No problem. I get it. I'll make plans with Mercedes or Kurt, or just hang out by myself. I can't remember the last time you left me alone," she teased, leaning into my chest.

Yesterday, the day before, Tuesday, Monday, Sunday, Thursday…I thought. She may be able to tease, but I felt guilty.

"I'll make time soon, okay?" I compromised, putting my arm around her and kissing her forehead. She smiled and we began to walk to class.

So much for the happy moment.

Rachel saw it before I did. Suddenly she shrank back into me, fidgeting a little bit. When I looked down, her eyes were downcast. Never in my life had I seen a person look so weak.

I followed her gaze to Quinn's locker. Finn was there, smiling fondly down at her. Quinn was looking right back at him, just as contently. They leaned in and kissed each other softly.

My chest contracted and my head spun. I told myself I didn't care for Quinn, but seeing those two together killed me. Maybe it didn't even have anything to do with Quinn; maybe it was just knowing how much pain they caused Rachel, I didn't really know. But I didn't need to. Quickly, I changed direction and took Rachel and I another way.

Why would Finn do that? I had spoken to Finn, he had denied him and Quinn, and now he was all lovey-dovey with her in the hallway? What gave him the right to screw with everyone's feelings?

"You know what, Rach?" I decided. "I think I can do tonight after all."

"Really?" She perked up instantly. "Because you don't have to."

"I want to," I told her, smoothing the hair off of her forehead. If Finn was going to mess with her emotions, I was going to mess with his.

"And that is why Barbra Streisand is the most talented performer of all time," Rachel lectured me. "Her rendition of My Man is a combination of powerful, emotional, and classy. I don't know how she manages to look so…picture perfect while belting out what can only be described as the best song of all time."

I held back a grin. Sometimes you just couldn't help but love when Rachel starts ranting so passionately about Barbra Streisand, or Funny Girl, or Wicked, or anything Broadway. Where other people found it annoying, I thought it was cute.

"I can't believe you're actually putting up with this," Rachel laughed. Exhibit B. Solid evidence of her insecurities, inflamed by Finn.

"Why? Did Finn never listen to you?" I asked masochistically. I don't even know why I asked her that, I just did.

"No," she replied after some thought. "He would listen to my rant about Barbra all the time. Over the summer I would beg him to watch Funny Girl with me practically every day…he always did."

Never mind. Exhibit C. Major competition. Finn may have been a jerk sometimes, but no one could deny that he really loved her.

"Anyway, I was thinking that tonight we could go see Phantom at the Autistic Children's Center. What do you think?"

Exhibit D. There was no way I could sit through the Phantom of the Opera. I could listen to her go on about Barbra Streisand, but sitting through an actual musical. Exhibit E. Yeah, that was totally a recycled date. I knew that that show was on annually, and last year it was on the same time Finn and Rachel got together the first time. I did my research.

"Sure," I forced out. Maybe I could sneak my iPod in.

"Great!" she squealed. "I'll see you later."

She jumped up to kiss me on the cheek before running off to class. Being Rachel Berry's boyfriend was really hard sometimes.

"What are you doing with Rachel?"

Suddenly, Finn's huge form was looming in front of me. "Hello to you, too," I replied coldly. Man, Rachel was rubbing off on me.

"Look, dude, I just want to know. I care about Rachel, I don't want you to hurt her."

"Well, that's weird, seeing as you're the one who was constantly hurting her," I told him, brushing past him to get to class. Predictably, he just followed me.

"I know I've screwed up before, but Rachel's still my friend. And after what she went through with Jesse-"

"-and you."

"She needs a guy who really knows her. How many times had you spoken to her before you two started…hanging out?"

I rolled my eyes. "I think the word you're looking for is 'dating'."

"You guys are really dating?" he asked me, a glimmer of pain in his eyes, underneath a very thick cover of jealousy.

"Yeah," I replied after a moment. I knew it should have felt good, victorious, but there was nothing sweet about the look on his face.

Without a word, he stalked off, leaving me standing awkwardly in the hallway. Exhibt E. He still loves her.

A/N: I know, it's short, but it had some good plot points. Oh, and Fuinn will be breaking up soon, because there are no words to describe just how much I hate them. I'm rewatching the last episode, and just rewinding that part after the funeral (trying to be non-spoilers, if you haven't noticed) over and over again, squealing with delight. When Quinn cries, I laugh. Yeah, I hate her again. She was good in Born This Way and Prom Queen, but she stands in the way of Finchel.