So, I finally decided last night to make Jesse mean and horrible, probably so that it will make Finn look better :D

I was going to update this weekend but I'm so heartbroken that Germany have been knocked out of the world cup that I needed to cheer myself up with some lovely Finchel. I can't believe that we have to wait 'til September for series two. Do the creators of Glee want me to die of deprivation?!

Quinn sat in the auditorium alone, again. Her legs swung idly from the stage as she sang a tune, directing it towards the unborn baby in her belly. His baby. Why was he too stupid to realise how she felt about him? She thought that she'd made it as clear as possible, but apparently to Puck, that meant that he should flirt with just about every girl he sees.

Footsteps caught her attention, and she wiped away the tears that were beginning to brim in her eyes, seeing Jesse staring at her.

"Quinn," he spoke bluntly, making his way over to her. She would be lying if she'd said that she wasn't shocked. She and Jesse had never really spoken properly in all the time that she'd known him: he just seemed like a more arrogant male version of Rachel.

When he sat down next to her, she didn't look at him, but straight ahead towards the rows and rows of seats.

"We need to do something about Puckerman."

She turned her head swiftly.

"Excuse me?" Who the hell was he to get into her personal life?

"He needs to be warned that this sudden effectuation with Rachel must be stopped and," he looked towards he baby bump," I'm certain that you're not too happy with it either."

"H-how did you know about all this? You only came back today," Quinn was slightly impressed. This guy didn't miss anything, unlike a certain boy she knew.

"As you may have already heard Rachel, who is clearly still upset about me leaving, decided to take her feelings out on me, ending our relationship in the process. And I had a suspicion that Finn must have been involved in this somehow. He was the one who she had feelings for before me after all, but today, I noticed Puckerman placing something on her locker and staring at her each time she was in close range. To say I was upset would be the wrong word. More...infuriated."

Quinn took a moment to register all of the words in her mind. Boy did he talk fast and excessively. Then, the meaning of it all began to sink in, and she too was feeling angry.

"He was staring at her?" She wanted him to stare at her that way.

"Yes. It was quite nauseating really," he leaned back a little, watching her intently," So?"

She frowned," So what?"

"So," he emphasised the word," Are you going to help me or not?"

His gaze was intense and Quinn wondered how Rachel coped with it. Though, honestly, Rachel was normally more focussed on talking about herself rather than anyone else.

"I'll help you, but what exactly do you have in mind?"

The boy answered with a sinister smile.

Rachel's day was good, except after the incident with Jesse. Though, as she sat in Spanish with Finn by her side, Jesse completely out of her mind. His eye was clearly bruised, but she thought that he still looked perfect as ever.

"Right guys. If I right out some sentences in Spanish, right them down and translate them," Mr Schue said, beginning to right on the board. Finn leaned in towards her, and she felt her heartbeat increase by what felt like hundreds.

"Hey Rach, do you have a pen I can borrow?" he gave her that grin, looking rather sheepish. She nodded, pulling her bag up and picking out the only pen left. She hoped he wouldn't mind that it was all pink with a fluffy star on the top.

As she handed it over, he smiled," Thanks."

Finn nervously took it, and started to copy her answers, which she normally didn't let him do. The class seemed to go quickly, as Rachel didn't say much, but kept glancing at him when she thought that he wasn't looking. He was a little embarrassed whenever someone would notice the pen he had, and give him a look like he had lost it. Maybe he had.

He didn't trust Kurt with his "plans" any more as they were normally just long shots, but what choice did he really have? Now that Jesse was back in the picture, he had to work harder for Rachel's attention, or so he thought.

"So, what you dong tonight?" he tried to start a conversation.

She thought for a very long time," Well, I have to practice some of the choreography for glee, and my dads asked me to help them interior design for the guest room because they keep arguing about it for some reason. And then 'll probably sing a little, as usual, before doing my homework and then going to bed."

Her smiled grew and he was surprised when she didn't have to take a huge breathe afterwards. How did she talk like that so much?

"What about you?" he realised that he'd been silent for about a minute.

"Nothing much. I'm not like you. I can't really plan ahead," he gave her a smile.

"It's just a matter of being organised," she said cheerily, still half concentrating on the actual work.

"Yeah," he grinned," Not me at all. To be organised, you actually have to remember things and I'm not all that good with memory."

"Finn. Of course you are. You remember all of the lyrics to songs during glee club each week," she insisted.

"But that's with everyone's help. You can, like, do all of this stuff on your own. I have no idea how you do it Rach," he replied admiringly. Rachel blushed,"It's nothing really. I suppose I just have a lot of time on my hands to prepare things properly."

"Nah, you're just good at everything." Finn smiled, and Rachel felt that happy feeling inside, which she always got whenever she was with Finn. As he cheeks began turning scarlet again, she started to get self conscious, not wanting him to see her like this.

When the bell rang, Rachel picked up her books quickly and scurried out of the room. She felt slightly flustered and the hallway was so much cooler than Mr Schue's room. When there was a tap on her shoulder, she almost jumped a few feet in the air, but thankfully just flinched a bit and turned.

"Oh, hi Quinn," it sounded more like a question.

"Hey Rachel," the blonde girl smiled, catching Rachel off guard. Quinn never spoke to Rachel, not even in glee," I have a problem."

Rachel felt herself become more alert," You have?"

"Yes. I-I'm a bit embarrassed about having to ask this, but do you think that you could help me practice with my singing after school?" her eyes pleaded, and Rachel could never turn down an offer like that.

"Of course. In the choir room?"

"No!"Quinn snapped, regaining her composure almost instantly," The auditorium will be much better for what things I have planned."

"Okay," Rachel smiled," I'll see you there then. Bye."

And with that, she flounced off to her locker. She loved being asked for help and she definitely saw it as a development n hers and Quinn's relationship now that she'd actually spoken to her nicely for once. Maybe this morning was just a fluke Rachel thought And the rest of the day will be just as great as I hope.

Jesse made his way over to Puck. The two boys hadn't exactly bonded in the time that they knew each other, but they'd spoken once about video games. Of course, Jesse was too preoccupied nowadays to play on video games, but when he was younger, it was a completely different story.

So, he wasn't nervous about talking to Puck, which Quinn thought he would have been.

"Puck!" he shouted, quickening his pace across the football field. Puck turned, giving him a small wave, though inside feeling very envious. This was Rachel's boyfriend.

"Jesse," Puck acknowledged him with a nod of the head," What's up?"

"Mr Schue just told me to tell you that we had an extra practice at 3:00 today," Jesse smiled, trying to seem as sincere as possible.

"Why doesn't it start straight after school?" Puck frowned, contrasting to Jesse.

"Because," the boy began," he has some work to do. He said that the door will be locked before then, so there's no point in going until that time."

God, this story was a little far fetched. Jesse began to realise. It was okay thought, 'cause the sucker bought it!

"Alright. Thanks dude," Puck attempted to smile. It disappeared as soon as Jesse had turned around and Puck muttered an insult," Douche bag."

Ooooh. I bet you're wondering what the plan is, eh?

It's hard trying to keep up with all of the ideas. Haha. Sorry for this being a pretty short chapter :/

Buuut! Hope that you still like it. :P