Chapter 2: Enlisting an Advocate

Santana knew she had to act fast. She had less than a week to discover Brody's real secret, expose him for who he truly is, and somehow get Finn to find out so he could come talk some sense into Berry.

Finn's phone started ringing as he was driving home from the school. He was still slightly bitter from his and Mr. Schue's sing off. He had done all he could to apologize for his impulsive decision to kiss his best friend's fiancé. But Mr. Schue still refused to forgive him. Needless to say he wasn't exactly in the mood to talk to anyone. He let it ring. Besides, he reasoned, I'm driving. It's not safe. He was relieved when it stopped ringing. He would see who it was later and maybe call them back.

Not even a minute later his phone was ringing again. This time he hit ignore, not even looking at who it was. It didn't matter. He really didn't want to talk to anyone right now.

Dammit, Finn! Why won't you pick up? Santana thought as her second call went to voicemail again. Her plan would only work if he headed for New York like right now. She tried a third time, praying he would answer this time.

Finn was really pissed now. Three times? Really? He figured he might as well answer it. Whoever it was really needed to talk to him apparently. This time he looked at who it was.

"What the hell Santana? What's so damn important? Can't you tell I obviously don't want to talk right now? Go- "

"I'm going to stop you right there, Finn Hudson." Santana interjected.

Finn was surprised to hear his actual name. Most the time Santana pretended to not know anyone's name. She preferred her rude nicknames. Maybe this was more serious than he had originally thought.

"Santana, I– " He started, intending to apologize.

"Can it, Finn. I'm a big girl." Santana cut him off again.

"Look I know you're still in love with Berry," she continued. "And I know she still loves you too. I need you to do me a favor. Well, her a favor really."

Finn was curious. What would Santana need him to do? She had made it clear she was more than capable of taking care of herself. Also, it seemed it had something to do with Rachel, which was also weird. Rachel and Santana didn't exactly get along. Or so he thought. He didn't know what he should think anymore.

"What do you need me to do?" He asked, though he didn't care. He would do anything for Rachel.