HELLO! WELCOME! SALVE! OTHER FOREIGN WORDS THAT MEAN THE SAME AS HELLO! Sorry about the lateness of this chapter, but I got caught up in last night's episode of Glee. It was really good! Though, no offense to those that like him, I am getting sick of Blaine. I want to hear Finn! I know; he got all the songs the last two years but this is his last year, he deserves more! I hope you enjoy and review, thanks!

I DON'T OWN GLEE! (if I did there would be a LOT more Finn).

4) Fight

Rachel went white as she opened and closed her mouth (probably the first time in her life), unable to form words. It pained him to watch it, but he knew that he did it for the best. He took a step back but that only allowed his girlfriend - now ex-girlfriend - to stabilize her thoughts. She took a step forward; he took another back. "B-but you said you loved me. This can't be how you truly feel. Please, Finn. I love you."

"No, Rachel. It is exactly how I feel," Finn managed, still retreating as Rachel kept advancing. It was with alarm when he felt himself back into the wall of the auditorium. "Please, you are not making this any easier."

"I am not making this easier?" Rachel asked incredulously, flipping a stray strand of hair from her face. It was such a normal gesture for her that Finn couldn't help but to feel a ping of uncertainty. Did he really want to miss that sight? Was he being too thoughtful about all of this? "You are not making this easy, Finn Hudson. You tell me the real reason you are dumping me, right now!"

Angry tears brimmed in her brown eyes.

"Stop it, Rachel!" Finn yelled, unable to contain his emotions placidly. It was so much easier to just let everything flow into anger; it didn't hurt as bad and, for a moment, it allowed him to release his true feelings without care. "I have made up my mind, and there is nothing you can do about it!"

"No! I am not going to allow you to do this-"

Finn snapped. He grabbed her thin shoulders and spun her around so she was against the wall, letting out a small cry of surprise and pain as she collided. It was truthful that, at that moment, he didn't care. She had - needed - to know that he was serious. Leaning over her so their faces were barely an inch apart, he said, "Listen well, Rachel Berry. I am breaking up with you and you are never to think of me as a boyfriend again. You are to put me out of your head, you are going to go to that fancy college with Kurt, and you are going to make a future for yourself."

A cold smile came across his face. "Don't you see? I am always going to be a Lima Loser. I thought I may of had a chance, but it was just another false dream. None of my dreams ever work out but that doesn't mean yours have to as well. It is true that I love you; but I will not allow that to drag you down into being a loser as well."

Then he was kissing her. It was stupid and foolish, he knew, but he couldn't help it. He needed one last kiss that would have to last him a lifetime. It was no matter soft, his lips pressing hard against her own. Pulling her into him, he crushed her body against his large frame and the wall. His hands got lost in the soft waterfall of hair that was falling silently down upon her neck. She returned the passion with renewed will, possibly hoping that he was changing his mind.

Though when they parted and she meet his flushed face and cold gaze, she knew that he hadn't. He mustered all the strength and willpower he could find to turn away and face the exit, to walk away from the one person in the world who made him feel special. Her tear-filled eyes were like rays of pain into the back of his head as he took the first step.

"FINN!" It was horrible; he never heard such despair from another person before as much as he did from Rachel. Before he knew what he was doing, he was looking over his shoulder. He shouldn't have. Rachel, who was always petite, now looked smaller than a five-year old. Her hair was mused and her lips were swollen from their kiss. Yet, it was her eyes that caught him the most. They were a whirlpool of emotions. Disbelief and pain swirled around anger and pity; but it was betrayal that shone like a fever. Her next words came as a whisper.

"You promised you would never break-up with me..." He paused for a moment, and repeated what he said last year.

"I never knew you would make me feel this way." It was a cold shot and it hurt him to do it, but she needed to know. Swallowing a sob, he returned to his slow journey back to the exit. A snapping sound and a sudden pain in his head made him stop and look back.

Laying on the ground, now on a broken chain, was a golden star.

Finn's heart dropped and his mind reeled more, and he glanced at Rachel. Her eyes were blazing with emotion, "If you believed in me so much, you wouldn't leave me. I am not going to let this go, Finn. I love you and you love me; I know it. This isn't you, please, don't go!"

Finn stared at the broken chain, unsure of how to feel. He wanted to run back to Rach and be surrounded by her love. To feel her soft skin under his fingers, hear her moan when he kissed her lightly upon the neck. To simply just love her. Seeing that broken symbol hurt him more than he thought was possible; it was her belief in him as much as his belief in her.

"No," he whispered, feeling a headache start to bloom. It was too much to take in and his feelings and emotions were mixed. He needed time to straighten out his thoughts. Why couldn't this just be so much simpler, he cried inside. "I can't, Rach, please."

Rachel, when despair wasn't working, went into a full-on rage. Her hair whipped across her face as she stormed up to him again, "Don't you dare "Rach" me. You have absolutely no right anymore. I have no idea why you are doing this, Finn, but it isn't you. This is not something you would just think of doing! Who forced you into this?"

"It was me!" Finn retorted, angrily. "Is it so fucking hard to believe that I can make my own choices and decisions? I know what you all think of me. 'Finn, ya. The dumb one who can't dance." Words were rushing out of his mouth at a rapid pace, anger trying to fill the gap in his heart. He was grabbing everything he could to retaliate against Rachel; even if it meant hurting them beyond repair. "I may not be as smart as Deon, or you, but I'm not dumb. This is my decision, and you could have the decency to respect it."

"Fine! I will respect it!" She turned around, her hair whipping across his chest. She was going to make a dramatic exit, typical Rachel Berry style.

"Stop!" Finn grabbed her arm and twirled her around. He was angry at her; she couldn't have the right to make him feel sad about this, and, damn it, if he was going to let her do it. "This time, I am walking out first. And you are the one to stay and think; think about how hard this decision was for me, not you. Think about my pain to let you be what you want. Think about someone else for a change!"

He pushed her away from him and walked out of the auditorium. He heard nothing from behind him, but his eyes caught on a figure hiding in the shadows. A smile upon his thin face was Deon, smug and expressing how he pleased he was. He saw everything, heard everything.

"You did the right thing, Finn." Deon started, but Finn walked up to him and slammed his fist into his lower jaw.

"Don't ever talk to me again," Finn warned, ignoring the sharp pain exploding in his hand and tracing up his arm. He didn't care; it was so much easier to deal with than the pain in his heart. He had struck with every ounce of power he could manage, and wasn't surprised when Deon stumbled back and crashed into the wall.

He heard Rachel scream behind him, but he didn't bother to look around. It was his choice to breakup with Rachel, Finn thought to himself as he glared down at the boy; not Deon's, but he was one of the reasons he made the decision.

"You will regret this, Hudson," Deon hissed, supporting a split lip. Blood was dribbling slightly down his chin and throat and Finn felt a great rush of satisfaction. "I will not forget this!"

Finn didn't bother to respond to that and left the dark auditorium, into a world that was looking a lot bleaker.

xXx

Driving home was a bitch in his truck; as his knuckles were torn up and he had to wrap that hand clumsily in a scarf he only wore once (a gift from his grandmother). It was difficult managing with one hand and trying to keep his emotions in check. His vision blurred to tears when his mind flashed back to Rachel, while they flickered red as Deon and his smug smile appeared. The only way to calm himself was to focus upon the road and picture himself punching Deon over and over.

He had to admit: it helped.

Walking into his house, he wasn't surprised to find a note saying that his mom and Burt would be out late. It was Friday, nonetheless. Usually, he and Rachel would see a movie or go to her house and sing through songs on Itunes on Friday nights. A terrible pang of emptiness vibrated through him and he was tempted to call Rachel; to say that he was a moron and had no idea why he even said half those things.

"No," Finn said to himself, kicking off his shoes with practiced ease and throwing them into the closet with his feet. "You did what you had to. To give yourself and her a better future...right?"

It wasn't too big of a surprise when he had no answer for that and he simply slumped against the stairs. Finn knew he should look at his hand and try to clean it or something, but the pain filled the void of emptiness and numbness he was feeling. He welcomed the throb that kept his thoughts from turning back to Rachel, as the white scarf was slowly turning bright pink and red in spots.

"Finn?" A soft voice asked, trying to sound indifferent. He glanced up the stairs to see Kurt there, looking nonchalant as he held a phone away from his ear; apparently still talking to someone. "What are you doing sitting on the stairs-" his gaze fell upon Finn's hand- "What in the name of Barbra Streisand happened to your hand?"

That name brought to Finn a rush of Rachel; her voice; her perfume; how she smiled at him; the way she could bring tears to people's eyes whenever she sang a ballad; the simplicity of how her touch could make his body tremble; the love in her eyes and lips when they kissed. The realization that he broke up with her finally hit him, and he couldn't hold back anymore. Head propped against the wall, he cried.

"What have I done?"

He cried for the loss of Rachel, the shattering of dreams, and his own stupidity.

Kurt looked down at him, and the careful attitude he tried to keep up because of yesterday's incident faded. "I'll call you tomorrow, Blaine." Then he hung up and went to comfort his stepbrother.

"You do realize Deon said that just so you would break up with Rachel, right?" Kurt asked as he removed the bloodied scarf and threw it into the garbage that was placed in the bathroom. With ease, he grabbed Finn's hand and wiped the blood stains and open wounds carefully with a warm wet rag. Finn was sitting on the toilet cover, trying not to make a sound at the sharp pain lacerating through his hand.

He had told Kurt everything about the last month; expressing his every feeling and emotion - even about his broken dreams and the horrible prospect of a stuck-in-Lima future. It felt odd talking to somebody so openly, especially with Kurt who had a crush on him awhile back; but what else was the point of a brother if you didn't have him to lean on and just cry, Finn thought. It was a rather acute relief, finally letting someone besides him know about everything and not having to face the prospect alone.

"Somewhat," said Finn, grudgingly. "Though, what if it is true? What if, because of me, Rachel doesn't achieve what she deserves? What-"

"No need to hit repeat, I heard it the first time," Kurt said, giving his stepbrother a small smile. "The thing is, Finn: you really don't know. When I first came out about being gay, I was scared at what people were going to think. I had to take that step and keep climbing. And that is when I meet Blaine." A goofy smile split across Kurt's face as he was wrapping gauze around Finn's knuckles to the best of his abilities. "It was worth the step; even though it meant I could of fallen back and crashed below."

"But, I'm not climbing stairs..." Finn returned, itching to call Rachel and scratch his knuckles. "It itches."

"It means it's healing," Kurt said as he taped the gauze together and patted Finn's arm. "All better; just no more punching our male lead anymore. Sectionals isn't far off and we can not afford to lose it. Do you feel any better? And I am not talking about the hand."

"Kind of, it was nice getting someone's opinion. Thanks, Kurt," said Finn. "Just...what do you think I should do?"

Kurt raised a delicate eyebrow at him, washing his hands to get rid of any taints of blood. "Last time I tried to say my opinion, you yelled at me."

The jock twitched slightly, feeling embarrassed and apologetic. "About that, I didn't mean to snap at you Kurt. It has been a rough week and, I guess, you were the easiest to lash out at. I hope we can be cool again."

"Of course," said Kurt. "Though if you want my opinion, I would say listen to your heart. Our brains may have all the facts, but only our heart can make us truly happy with what we have to do. See Rachel in your life and without. Which one would you be able to live happily, with both yourself and everyone."

Finn didn't respond, and Kurt gave him a look of sympathy; patting the larger boy's shoulder comfortingly. "Everything will work out, I promise." He meet Finn's eyes, and it allowed him to read Kurt's unsaid words. For the bad or for the good.

"I hope," Finn said, again feeling another rush of awkwardness and a blush in his cheeks. "I'm tired; I think I might just go to bed. Early morning at the shop tomorrow, even though no one sane comes in until like noon."

"If you need me to watch over it for a few hours, I could you know," started Kurt, a brave expression on his face as he was probably thinking about the possibilities of getting oil or grease on his clothes. "If you wanted to use that time to...sort things out, just tell me and I'll take it."

"Thanks, but nah." Finn was tired of thinking about everything, and working with his hands and getting his mind off Rachel is exactly what he needed.

Without hiding it, Kurt analyzed his expression with pitying eyes. Then he hurled his arms around Finn's neck and hugged him tightly. He blinked, unsure what to do, but he returned the hug. Truthfully, it felt good. The jock could feel Kurt's friendship and support in the embrace; both something he really needed now. As Kurt pulled away and turned back to his room, he said, "Goodnight, Finn."

"Night, Kurt...Kurt?"

The thin boy paused, not looking back but listening.

"Thank you, for everything." Finn said without hesitation. "I wish I can be as much brother to you as you are to me."

Kurt didn't say anything, but nodded his head and hurried back to his room. Finn remained on the toilet seat, staring at his injured hand, as he was left alone with his thoughts. With a sigh of uncertainty and remorse, he went to bed; wondering how he could of ever missed up things so badly.

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