White table cloths and champagne were nothing compared to the view Rachel had as she entered the restaurant that day. A little table was where he sat. He stood up as he saw her and held out his hand to greet her. She braced herself for it as their hands met. Pure white and a throbbing in her chest as his soft skin touched hers. Before she could fall this time he held her close, to keep her steady.

"Are you alright? Seriously Rachel, if that happens often, I think you need to see a doctor…" said Finn as he wondered if letting go of her was really the right thing to do"

"You could say it happens a lot…but never like that…" said Rachel, catching her breath. She laughed at the thought that Finn literally knocks the breath out of her.

He wasn't sure what she was laughing at but he smiled at her being so happy.

"What are we happy about?" said an all too familiar voice.

Finn quickly released Rachel and cleared his throat, "Quinn! Hey, beautiful,"

Finn kissed her quickly and they all took to their seats. Rachel replayed that kiss over and over again in her mind. It was so wrong. They were so wrong for each other and she knew it. She didn't just have a gut feeling. She literally knew for a god damn fact that Finn and Quinn were not soul mates.

"So, Quinn," began Rachel, "tell me, what is your opinion on love?"

"Really?" replied Quinn, "no chit-chat, just straight into it…ok…um, well…"

Finn looked at Rachel's hands and how she was fiddling with her fingers, patiently waiting for Quinn to answer. His eyes moved up her arms and to her neck. Her neck that was so kissable. In fact, if he could, he would lean over and kiss it right now. He would kiss slowly and gently all the way up her neck until he got to her jaw line. He would then tell her how beautiful she was before kissing her lips. Once he had-….

"That's how I know that I love Finn, you see!" said Quinn, happy she had been able to articulate how she was feeling. She placed her hand upon his and smiled at him. Finn had no idea what she just said but he figured that smiling back seemed like the right thing to do.

Finn once again turned to Rachel, but this time he spoke. "Rachel, I'm curious, what are your views on love?"

He removed his hand from under Quinn's and sat up, intrigued.

"Well…" she began, "I suppose I never used to believe in it. I mean, I don't think I'd ever really been in love before and I couldn't understand what the big fuss was about. But then I realised something. It had to have started somewhere, right? Someone must have been feeling something so strong for someone else that they had to come up with a whole new name for it. It wasn't lust, it was love. It was pure love. I marvel at the person who got to experience it first. I mean what must have happened in their life, for them to honestly feel that way about someone and literally not have any words to express it. Imagine that someone feels something for you that is so amazingly perfect, that they create a whole new word, just for you," she paused for a moment and smiled to herself.

Finn couldn't believe how flawless everything she just said was, "that was beautiful Rachel,"

Rachel looked up at Finn and smiled at him. He began to smile back when they heard a snickering, coming from the end of the table.

"THAT'S what you say, when someone asks you what your views on love are?" laughed Quinn.

"What's so funny?" asked Rachel.

"It's so stupid. That's not love! I already told you, love is just chemicals in your body! Chocolate actually releases the same chemical's in your body that 'love' does so if you think you love someone, you eat a piece of chocolate and if you feel the same way, then you do. Like I said, that's how I knew I loved Finn,"

Finn couldn't believe what he was hearing. How could anyone be so awful and pessimistic?

"I think I've got everything I need here. Thank you both for you time," said Rachel as she quickly got up from the table to leave.

It was cold outside and waiting for a cab was going to take longer than she had hoped. What made it worse was that the walls of the restaurant were glass, so Finn could still see her, waiting, alone, in the cold. Finn stood up and Quinn left.

"I'm sorry Rachel. She's not usually like that. Actually she is, but I am sorry," said Finn as he came out of the restaurant.

"Where's Quinn?" asked Rachel.

"She's going home," he said.

"You know you don't need to apologise for her. I meant what I said. I've got everything I need. So I don't need to see you or your pleasant fiancé again. Ever again," Rachel didn't mean it, but she was angry.

A cab pulled up and she got inside, as she turned to close the door she realised that Finn was getting in the cab too.

"What are you doing?" she said, "There was another cab behind this one!"

"I don't even know, I guess I thought it would be cheaper this way"

Perfect. Even when she was mad at him, he still had the ability to completely captivate her.

"Yes, I guess it is," said Rachel.

They pulled up outside of Rachel's apartment.

"Wow," proclaimed Finn, "nice place,"

"Yeah, it's ok," replied Rachel, not wanting to get out of the cab because she knew it meant she may never see him again.

They sat awkwardly and silently in the cab. She wanted to ask him up but she knew it was wrong and if she had him alone she could guarantee that the chances of her being able to control herself were slim to none.

He so desperately wanted to go up. But he knew she was too good of a person to do that. In fact, if she did invite him up for coffee, she would literally mean coffee. He, on the other hand might mean coffee, but want something else.

"Well…," began Rachel, "I guess, I'll see you around,"

"I guess so," said Finn.

She turned to get out of the cab and as she stood up she whacked her head and fell down onto Finn's lap.

"Whoa! Are you alright Rachel?" said Finn, honestly concerned.

"Yeah I'm…" she realised what a great opportunity this was, "actually no, no I'm not. I think I need some ice…"

"Yeah it looks like it," replied Finn.

"Could you…could you come up and help me?"

"That's probably safer, you might have a concussion…." Said Finn, happy that fate gave him a reason to walk her up to her apartment.

She unlocked the door and he held her close as they both climbed three flights of stairs. She got to her door and looked up at him, before unlocking the entrance.

Her apartment was flawless. Perfect sized kitchen, perfect rug on the floor, perfect hallway leading to her bedroom and the perfect view of New York City.

He remembered why he was actually in her apartment so he quickly ran to the fridge to get some frozen peas. Rachel began walking to her bedroom, to lie down. He turned around, expecting to see Rachel on the couch. Realizing where she was, he hurriedly paced down the hallway and just before entering her room, he just stood there and thought to himself, 'don't let anything happen. You are here to help her, not have sex with her…ok Finn?' He fixed himself up quickly and walked into her room carrying the peas. She was laying down on her bed. She looked so damn beautiful and suddenly everything he had just told himself didn't seem to matter anymore. He crawled onto the bed next to her and placed the peas on her forehead.

"Here," he said, "this should help," he stroked her cheek.

"It's so cold," she said, "is it even that bad?"

He removed the peas for a second and saw only a small red mark on her forehead.

"Well I don't think we need to call an ambulance," he said, whispering.

"Thank you," she said, "for everything,"

"Try not to talk," he said, still stroking her, "just relax. In fact, how about I tell you a story?"

"A story?" she asked, confused.

"One day, there was this guy. He thought he had everything he could never need. If he had the choice of anything in this world, he honestly wanted none of it. Then, this man met a woman. And she changed everything,"

"Finn…," whispered Rachel.

"She made him see things differently for the first time in a long time. She made him realise that maybe, maybe his life wasn't so great. And maybe he was missing something. All along he was missing something but he never knew about it, until he met this woman. This beautiful, amazing woman,"

Rachel was trying not to cry, "How does it end?" she asked.

"I don't know," said Finn, "it hasn't ended yet…"

His lips moved closer to hers and he lingered just inches away from her. She raised her head and he kissed her. He let out a huge sigh of relief as he felt her kissing him back. He chucked the peas away from them and slid that hand behind her head, bringing her closer and making the kisses deeper. He rolled on top of her and moaned as she wrapped her legs around him.

She turned away, "this is wrong Finn,"

"I know! I don't cheat, I'm not a cheater! But with you, I just…I can't help myself," he said, barely able to breath and talk at the same time.

She held his face in her hands, "Finn, I have an idea. I'm about to tell you something so extreme - you will either think I'm crazy or brilliant,"

i hope you liked my chapter :) i made this one long because i wont be able to update for a few days :( i have so many ideas as to how this could turn out haha. please review and let me know what you think!