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Chapter Two: Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic

It probably wasn't mature to ignore everyone in glee for the last few weeks. Mr. Schue had been the only one who I felt could understand the betrayal I felt. I had kinda heard that his wife wasn't really pregnant and it had been all a lie. He understood how much it hurt to be lied to. I meant it when I said that seeing Quinn and Puck was painful. It was. It had been for about a week after Sectionals. It was slowly getting easier though, I'll admit. Last week I noticed it felt less like a stack of bricks was resting on my chest as I tried to sleep. Seeing Quinn didn't make my stomach hurt like I had too many burritos at lunch. It probably helped that I had yet to see Puck give off a stupid grin or walk around with his usual swagger, because even now it's his lie that hurts the most.

I laughed to myself as I sat in the back row of the choir room: you can't have swagger when you are looking at an 18 year sentence. Don't get me wrong, I would have loved our baby to death, but I'm relieved. Sometimes I think I hate myself just a little for that. Two days after Sectionals I went and took a bottle of Jack Daniels from the liquor cabinet that my mother doesn't keep locked and got drunk. Dirty, filthy gut emptying drunk. I think my mom knows because I remember putting the bottle under my bed, but when I went to return it the next day it was gone. I guess the vomiting and tears were punishment enough in her eyes. I remember watching an MTV True Life where some bulimic girl was talking about how throwing up made her feel like she was in control. I don't quite know if that's how it works but I do feel better, at least, once my stomach stopped churning and aching.

This morning I woke up, put on my clothes and after eating breakfast I realized something. I had not thought about Quinn the entire time. I didn't long for her, I didn't feel angry. I didn't think about her at all. Rachel would say it was a breakthrough, but I'm not sure if that has to do with emotions or just choreography, like the time I finally got a step she had been trying to teach me for two days. Either way I felt good and actually had a smile to greet the day. I got into my beat up car and for once felt like things were going to be okay.

I had good vibes that couldn't have been ruined by a slushie facial. Until I saw Quinn and Puck walking, holding hands. I wasn't angry, not really, and I don't know if I was jealous. It was this emotion I couldn't pinpoint, I knew they would end up together, but...I guess I didn't want to see it. As I approached their direction, I saw Quinn quickly drop his hand. Puck looked startled and when he looked up we met eye to eye. I saw guilt and shame in his, he only saw anger in mine.

So no, I'm not really okay with everything.

It doesn't really help either, that everyone in glee is treating me like I was diagnosed with a terminal illness. I know they think I am thisclose to a breakdown again, and I guess I can't blame them after what happened after Rachel told me the truth.

Rachel. Rachel Berry. I think I've hurt her the most. She told me the truth, she told me what no one else had the stones to say. After all the awful things I've done to her. All the things she has forgiven me.

I dream of her every night, I dream of her voice and it's the first thing I hear upon waking. I never had dreams about Quinn quite like the ones I have about Rachel, and it's strange but exciting all at the same time. Sometimes, even though it's not possible, I think somehow Rachel knows. She knows that I've had dreams of kissing her full on the lips and touching those crazy hot legs of hers, I've never wanted to touch a girl as badly as I want to touch her. And if she knew she would be shocked into joining the Celibacy Club again.

It's like my prayers were answered because those gorgeous legs are planted directly in front of my line of vision and frankly I'm flustered. A word I hadn't even heard until Rachel called me on it when she noticed me staring at her during our rehearsals for 'Push It.' I can't even think until I realize she's talking to me. She looks nervous and suddenly I'm almost angry because she thinks I'm angry at her, "Well Finn, I thought that we were friends, but I never really thought you would shoot the messenger and all that, and I really wish we could go back to what we had, whatever that was. It is better than this, you can't ignore us all forever. I know you are hurting and, well, just know that I will always listen."

Suddenly she is walking away almost as quickly as she appeared and I can't resist touching her. Once again, Rachel is the only person who has the courage to say what needs to be said. And so I ask her to stay. She turns away but I can see her smile out of the corner of my eye, and I hear that Rachel Berry sigh of satisfaction.

I never noticed how good she smells. I vaguely am listening to Mr. Schue until I realize we are doing a duet. And we can choose our partners.

You know how sometimes a decision that shouldn't be that big of a deal suddenly feels super important? That's how I feel right now, and it's crazy because I feel like if Rachel doesn't say yes I will be crushed for the second time in one month. I can't even breathe after I ask "Partners?" and exhale softly when she agrees.

I don't know what we are going to do for our duet, I know Rachel loves her standards, but it's strange because for the first time she isn't taking charge. She is asking for my input and that's how we have ended up, sitting knee to knee in the back of the choir room, going through our iPods. I see her biting her lower lip, as though there is a mystery going on in that tiny screen and so I quickly switch iPods and she is shocked and jumps at my touch.

Once I get past all of the show tunes I learn another thing about Rachel. She has a lot of music. Stuff I've never heard of. I wonder why she hasn't put any of these songs on her myspace page. The page I look at every night so I can hear her voice before I go to sleep.

Rachel Berry has comforted me for the last two weeks, and she has no idea.

The first song that isn't a show tune that is on her most played list is "You & I Both" by Jason Mraz. And I ask her to sing it.

And she refuses me at first. Until she surrenders. My mom always say that my puppy dog face will be the end of her. I guess it works on Rachel too. Because she sings it, and she sings it and it is beautiful. I'm pretty sure that this is how that sailor felt when he heard that singing from that island I read about in English. Because I'm drawn to her. And she's singing for me. And I think I understand what she is trying to say.

It's over too fast and her beautiful singing is just this soft tinkling in my ears and I'm beaming. I could listen to her sing this song to me forever, but she is modest when I say we should make it our duet. So when she goes to take her iPod back, I explain she will get it back that night when I come to practice at her house.

She agrees and I leave to basketball practice feeling pretty smooth and better than I had felt this morning, which I didn't know was even possible. I walk into the locker room and even though I could distinctly hear some of the guys joking around with Puck they all step away from him and stay silent as soon as I enter. "Even these assholes have some code of conduct," I think to myself as I unlock my locker and pull out my workout clothes.

"Get your asses out here!" I hear Tanaka yell and all the guys rush out. I'm just tying my shoe when I feel a presence in front of me. My gaze moves up and it's the last person I want to see. Puck.

"Finn, we need to-" he starts and I'm just not ready to hear this shit. I'm in a great mood and I can still see that beautiful look on Rachel's face as she sang about the 'glory of a boy' and I'm not ruining my mood.

"You are nothing to me right now man. Think about that." I growl, pushing him aside, "And stay out of my way."

Puck looks like I punched him, again, and while a small part of me hates being such an asshole, the other part of me could care less. I begin running laps around the court with the guys and shake off the anger.

The rest of practice is like a blur, a long blur. I can't wait to go to Rachel's. When I'm with her I'm not angry. I miss not being angry. After practice ends I run a few more laps to clear my head and then hit the showers. As I shower I start humming the song that's been popping through my head as I thought of Rachel. Her smile. Those gold stickers. That voice. Her smell. "Every little thing she does is magic, everything she do just turns me on, even though my life before was tragic, now I know my love for her goes on..." I can't help but do a little dance and keep singing "Eeee ohhhh, eeee ohh...."