So, I've planned out the rest of the story and there's only two chapters left :( So sad! But me and my friend have been writing another. Should be upload it or not?

Who's everyone supporting for the world cup final? I want Holland to win!

Back to the story. This has both couples in, and some more Jesse, so enjoy!

As Rachel sat on the stage, waiting for Quinn, she began to get the feeling as though this wasn't the best idea. Maybe she was just being paranoid. She knew, of course, that her and Quinn hadn't always seen eye to eye, but does that mean that she'd personally go out of her way to embarrass Rachel?

Well, thinking about it, she realised that she had, once or twice. But now things were different, they'd been in glee club together for almost a year.

She checked her watch again, convincing herself that the reason Quinn was five minutes late was that being pregnant probably slowed her down.

Whilst waiting, she began to take out the assortment of sheet music she'd collected from the library to match Quinn's pitch perfectly. Admittedly, she would have preferred at least a day in advance to prepare properly, but she just had to improvise for now.

Again she looked at the time, that feeling sinking over her stomach again. She'd only told the guys in glee club this once before, but she was a little psychic, and right now, something wrong was definitely going on.

It was almost three when she stood up to leave. Rachel Berry did not wait for anybody .Slinging her bag onto her shoulder, she headed in the direction of the door, but was suddenly blocked by something tall, dark and baring down at her with hungry eyes.

"You're a complete idiot Finn, did I ever tell you that?" Kurt exclaimed, throwing both his hands in the air for emphasis.

"What! Why?I did exactly what you told me to," Finn defended himself as they made their way to glee.

"No, you really didn't," he sighed, exasperated," I told you to get something that she'd actually care had gone lost. So you could return it to her house, she'd invite you in, be extremely grateful and then you'd probably kiss! I did not tell you to get a pen! Even Rachel wouldn't care if her pen went missing."

Kurt looked at him as though he were from a different planet, and Finn just looked down in shame.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time," he shrugged.

His friend shook his head," I'm actually beginning to wonder if you have a brain or not. I mean, I thought you could handle something as simple as this, but apparently not."

"Could you stop going on about it? For God's sake! I realise now that this probably wasn't thing to take, okay? Will you stop making me feel stupid now?"

"I wouldn't have to if you had actually listened to me," he was on the verge of shouting. Finn was glad that most people were going home by now and they weren't causing a huge scene in the middle of school.

And as Kurt began to rant once more, Finn decided that enough was enough, and stormed off in the direction opposite to the one they were going.

"Finn, where are you going?" the boy demanded to know.

"As far away from you as possible!" he shouted over his shoulder. He knew that it was harsh, but Kurt had sort of hurt his feelings. He was aware that he wasn't exactly the smartest person in the world, but did Kurt really have to make him feel so...small.

He headed in the only place he knew which he could really just be himself, fully assured that no one would interrupt him whilst he sang his heart out to the empty seats.

The door was open when he arrived, and he could hear voices coming from the auditorium, so he waited until they had silenced.

Hesitantly, he stepped into the room, frozen in his tracks. It was like experiencing it all over again. The jealousy, the rage, the urge of violence. Only this time for a different guy. Jesse St James to be exact.

"Hey Finn. I've been looking for you all day. I-" Puck had started, appearing behind him, but too lost all words.

They both watched Jesse St James and Rachel, lips locked together as they stood on the stage of the auditorium. Finn looked to Puck, who glared angrily at the two.

"Screw this shit!" he mumbled to himself, storming off down the hallway.

Finn took another step forward, getting closer to them.

"Rachel?" he said loudly, feeling his own voice quiver. They stopped now: Jesse looking smug with himself; Rachel looking utterly confused, like Brittany does nearly all the time. Finn slowly began descending the stairs, legs feeling like jelly.

"Oh, why hello Finn," Jesse smirked, grabbed hold of Rachel's waist and pulling her towards him. He didn't notice her struggle against him as he was pretty sure the only thing he could concentrate on now was trying not to punch Jesse.

"When did you get back? He spat out.

Jesse smiled in return," Yesterday. I came back early after missing my girl so much."

Rachel opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Finn," Has your girl informed you of what she's been up to while you've been gone?"

"What? I haven't done any-"

"One, she kissed Puck," Finn began angrily," And then, she's been all over me for a while. Actually Jesse, I don't think she's mentioned you at all whilst you've been gone. Some boyfriend you must be, if she completely forgets you after a few days."

"Finn, what are you talking about?" Rachel said, horrified. Jesse was staring down at her, eyes intense with some unreadable emotion.

"Don't even bother denying it Rachel. I saw you! And straight after you kissed Puck, you moved onto me, acting like nothing had happened. Now you're here, kissing him," his voice was raising to the highest level he'd ever heart it," You're acting like a -a slut."

Her mouth fell wide open, hurt written on her face. Jesse pulled away from her, shaking his head," Y-you kissed Puckerman? How could you do that Rachel? After everything I gave you. I'm the only one who truly understands you... I don't think I can forgive you for that. Ever."

And with that, he gave her one final look, before walking away.

Rachel, who hadn't said anything in reply, looked down, bottom lip shaking and then began to cry. She sat down on the edge of the stage, face in hands, as the tears freely flowed from her eyes. Finn frowned, realising that maybe he'd just ruined another part of her life, and immediately felt guilty, but was still a little angry from his speech. After all, everything about it was true.

"Rach, I'm sorry," he sat down next to her," I'm sorry. I didn't think that he would just leave like that I was angry, okay?"

"You called me a slut," she said bitterly in between sobs.

Finn inwardly cursed himself," Yeah, I'm really sorry, but you've kinda been acting like one these past few days. I saw you kiss Puck-"

"He kissed me!" she snapped," And I told him that I was interested in someone else."

"Oh," he felt like an idiot now," I'm sure if you explained to Jesse what happened and that you tried to tell Puck that you still liked Jesse then maybe he'd understand."

She sighed, shaking her head," I wasn't talking about Jesse."

"What?" he frowned, feeling confused again. Rachel turned to look up at him, her eyes red and watery," When I informed Puck that I was not interested in dating him, I wasn't talking about Jesse."

Finn had that dopey look on his face," Then who were you talking about?"

She growled in frustration," Don't you already know? It's obvious!"

"It is?" Finn was never one for seeing the obvious things in life.

Rachel laughed, shaking her head," Yes! I told Puck that I didn't want to date him because I want to date you! Okay? All this week I've been trying my best to get you to notice me, and sometimes you're just so oblivious Finn. You said that I'd been all over you. Did you ever realise why?"

She stared at him incredulously, whilst his face grew hot and red," I- erm. Err..."

And the next thing he knew, her lips were on his,sweet and inviting. He could feel her smile through the kiss and , once he could register what was going on, he responded happily.

Maybe he didn't need Kurt's help after all

Quinn had been waiting in the hallway beside her locker, hoping that they would come out of the auditorium soon. When she saw Puck angrily storming towards her, she stood up straight, ready to confront him.

He was mumbling something about Jesse and Rachel, a few swear words thrown in.

"Puck, we need to talk," she grabbed him by the arm, only to have her hand shrugged off.

"'Leave me alone, I'm not in the mood," was the reply, as he again tried to walk off. This time, she got an even stronger grip.

"Noah Puckerman, don't you dare walk away from me!"

He now got the message, and turned to face her," What do you want Quinn? In case you can't tell, I'm a little angry right now."

"What do I want?" she narrowed her eyes at him," I want you to start paying me some attention. You know, the girl who is carrying your daughter. I thought we were going to be happy together Puck, but this week has just been...crazy. I certainly don't understand this sudden fascination with Rachel-"

"Please don't talk about Rachel. You wouldn't understand," he interrupted, earning himself a glare from Quinn.

"Oh, wouldn't I?"

"No, you wouldn't," he said bluntly.

"Of course I know what you mean Puck. You don't think I've been through exactly the same thing!"

"Look Quinn, I'm sorry, but I'm just not that into you right now." He decided being honest was the best policy, but when a hand collided with his cheek, he realised that it most definitely was not.

"When all this is over Puck, do not expect any forgiveness from me!" she screamed, leaving him just standing there in the hallway, hand on his cheek. It really did sting.

Quinn felt proud of herself. Puck was not going to get away with treating her like this. She was Quinn Fabray, and she would be treated with respect.