Congrats to Talulah Carmichael who got who Finn the waiter was first: Finn Hudson from Glee! I'm a new big Gleek, and Finn's my favorite guy, right after Kurt because, duh, how do you not love Kurt Hummel? ! lol Anyways, congratulations and thank you, Talulah! And thanks to others who guessed! I personally think Finn Hudson belongs to Rachel Berry, but let's ignore that for now.

Sam's POV

After awhile of Fredward's angry silence, Finn returned with four Peppy Colas in hand. He made sure mine was handed over personally while the three others were set on the table. It didn't seem to help Freddie's mood. The theory of jealously hung over my head but I said it was ridiculous; he had no reason to be envious of Finn. Unless it was an act for the challenge—if so, he was a darn better actor than I realized. But it was too realistic to be an act…

I immediately dismissed this fact as Finn asked us if we were ready to order.

"Yeah, I'll have—" Gibby started but Finn stopped him as he turned to me and asked me if I was ready.

"Uh, yes." I said as I saw Carly's eyes enlarge. Gibby looked a bit huffy at being interrupted, and Freddie looked as though it was hard for him to keep his mouth shut. I felt upset by his evidently contained rage. I didn't want him to feel so full of fury, for it pained him.

"I'll, um, have the pork chops." I said, trying to be quick to get away from the attention. Finn gave me another smile with his gapped teeth but it no longer looked cute as I felt Freddie's warmth—enraged warmth—next to me. After writing my order, he turned reluctantly to the others.

"I'll have the grilled chicken salad." Carly said, and I thanked her for dispersing a bit of tension.

"I'll have the roast beef sandwich." Gibby said. Finn turned to Freddie, and Freddie looked up at him; seeing his face I knew he wasn't okay. His face was red and his eyes were pained yet furious. Give him an ax, he could be a horror film villain.

"Pork chops too." he said, and his voice was rough. Finn seemed a little unsettled at the dork, and walked away quickly after writing down his order. After he was out of sight I turned to Freddichini.

"What the chiz is wrong with you?" I asked, hoping I still sounded caring through my Sam-ish tone. He stared at me fiercely, like he couldn't believe I was talking to him—or didn't want me to.

"No chiz is wrong with me." he said. The emphasis he put on "me" gave me the impression he thought I had something wrong. This made my anger rise.

"Oh, so I have a problem?" I lashed out, my voice like a razor. Carly cringed and Gibby shifted uneasily, but I ignored them. I had only eyes for Freddie, and they weren't happy with what they saw. His eyes narrowed in a way I've never seen on him before. He looked…scary. I winced a bit and shrunk away at the gaze.

"You just might." he growled. Carly sucked in anxious breath as I glowered at him. He had the nerve to insult me? I usually admired people who stuck up to me, but he was making me infuriated with his insulting and envy. It seemed impossible for him to be envious, but it was becoming more and more obvious to me that was it. But the way he was handling it made me want to clock him.

Right at that tense moment you-know-who chose to come up. He noticed the argument and came over, apparently to stop it. Frankly, it would've been better if he'd stayed where he was. Or the next event wouldn't have happened.

"You okay here?" he asked, more to me than the rest of them. Freddie's eyes flashed with anger and it appeared hard for him to restrain from doing something…unwise. I told him it was all peaceful (though that was the farthest thing from the truth) and he gave me a crooked smile again.

"You sure?" he said, placing a hand on my shoulder, "'Cause if not, I'd be happy to help you out."

It all blew up after that.

Freddie stood up abruptly, looking furious. He stared at Finn with a hateful eye, and he seemed murderous. Even I was a bit afraid of him.

"You jerk!" he shouted in Finn's face, "She's my girlfriend and you better stop flirting with her right now!" Carly's and my mouths flew open; so Freddork was bitten by the green-eyed monster. But his anger was something I'd never seen him have before. He looked ready to kill. Finn gazed coldly at him.

"It doesn't look like she likes you too much." he said. Freddie pushed past me forcefully to get right in front of the waiter, and I knew what he was about to do. No, no, no, Freddie, no, no… I thought as we all watched the scene.

"That's it." Freddie snarled, and his fist came in contact with Finn's face. Finn stumbled away, clutching his nose. Right then another server got behind Finn, carrying a plate of food, and he hit her as he fell. She screamed and her plate flew out of her hand and landed on another customer's table, splattering mashed potatoes and whatever else everywhere. More shrieks came, and a man in a silky black suit ran out to Finn. I saw on his ID card as it flopped on his chest that it said MANAGER. Shoot.

"What happened? !" he cried. Finn pointed at Freddie, and the man looked angrily at him.

"Out!" he yelled, coming for us, "Out, now!" Didn't have to tell us twice. We all gathered our things and ran out of there quickly. We kept running away from the Cheesecake Warehouse until we were a dozen blocks away, in front of the Groovy Smoothie. Panting, we rested against the building's wall.

The whole scene replayed over and over in my mind. I never knew Freddie could get so angry that he'd deck someone—especially over me. He didn't even like me like that…or did he? The idea made me stop breathing.

Freddie like me the same way he liked Carly…no, it was a stupid guess. Like he'd want to really be my boyfriend. We hated each other. At least, I hated him; that much I knew for sure.

And I wasn't even certain that was true.

After we'd all restarted breathing, we just looked awkwardly around at one another. Freddie was still panting, but not from running I'll bet. Carly seemed the most uncomfortable but she wasn't—trust me.

"Uh…" she squeaked after a long, painful silence.

"Maybe we ought to…" Gibby said but he didn't finish; his voice disappeared in the wind of the night.

"Get a smoothie?" I said. His forehead creased at the strange sentence, but nodded.

"Er, sure." he said, taking Carly's hand, "Maybe they'll give us some sustenance since…well…"

"Yeah, good idea." Carly said, walking with him inside. I went to follow them when I realized I was the only one doing so. I turned round to see him sitting down on the curb, his legs parted and his hands folded. He looked ashamed and pitiful just sitting there as cars sped past, alone. Usually I wouldn't give a crud and just leave him there but right then I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sight of him there.

"Sam, you coming?" I turned my eyes to Carly as she hung out of the doorway. I wanted to go in but Freddie sitting there piteously tugged at my heart—yes, I have one of those. He was like a child deprived of a Christmas the way he sat there so gloomily. And if it wasn't enough that he was alone and unhappy, the heaviest rain I've ever seen started to fall. Thunder boomed like a drum and lightning flashed dangerously above. Within seconds of the boom and flash, rain started pouring down in huge drops. They were so big you heard them slap against the ground; they sounded like fists. Looking to him, I saw them pounding hard on Freddie's head and his hair was soaked in a minute. But his expression didn't change, nor did he move. It made him look even more pathetic, and I don't say that meanly.

I made my decision. I looked over to Carls and said "You go. I'll stay." She nodded with a hint of a smile, and closed the door. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and walked over to the geek. He didn't even flinch as I stood over him. I moved down and plopped next to him, mirroring his position. He looked over to me then, and I looked back: his face was wet too, and raindrops dripped off the tip of his nose and his eyelashes. You'd think he had been crying with the way his face was red and hot plus the rain.

"Sorry." It was a minute or so after I'd sat with him that he spoke. A simple word but emotions and meaning flooded through.

"S'okay, Freddie." I said, shrugging. He gave me a grin that twitched weakly at the side of his mouth. I could tell he didn't feel like grinning; understandable.

We let the rain beat down on us in quiet. I knew we had to talk about what had happened but it was nice to just sit there with him in the silence. But, chiz, was it cold! I wished I'd brought my coat. That's what I hate about living in Seattle: if you're not always prepared with a coat or umbrella, you're screwed. And I was screwed right then.

I began to shiver and I rubbed my arms in an attempt to warm up. It wasn't working, duh. I desperately wanted a coat right then, or an umbrella, or anything at all. It sucked.

As I cursed at the coldness, I felt something warm envelope me. I welcomed the heat but was curious as to what it was. I peeked out of the corner of my eye to see it was Freddie's jacket on my shoulders and he was enduring the cold in just his red shirt. It made me feel bad. Though I usually never try to be kind, I decided it was okay to be un-Sam for a sec.

"Fredbag, take your jacket back." I said. He gave me a smirk, as though he expected that reaction, which he no doubt did.

"I'm fine" was his response.

"Listen, nub, take it back." I said forcefully, wrenching the coat off. His hands flew to my back and kept in place as I struggled to get it off. He wouldn't move his hands away and I found that he'd grown stronger over the last year. I'd never noticed how muscular he'd grown to be.

"Look, let's share?" he said after awhile. It came out as a question. I answered with a "Whatevs." He smiled again and took half of the jacket away and placed it around him. Since we were sharing, we had to be close to each other. It wasn't awkward though; instead of the unbearable nearness I felt in the restaurant it was a warm, welcome feeling as his body pressed against mine in the rain. Another tingle crawled down my back and I shuddered. He noticed, and wrapped an arm around me, thinking it was a shiver 'cause of the rain. I didn't protest as his heat came onto my skin, warming me up swiftly. I allowed myself to put my head on his shoulder.

"What happened back there?" I whispered. I had to bring that up, even if I wanted to never do so. His eyes sparkled with remembrance and he sighed.

"He was a jerk." he said simply. I wanted to accept that answer but it wouldn't be smart to do so. I needed better answers.

"But you didn't have to attack the guy." I said, "Why'd you do it?" He shrugged, and his movement made me tremble.

"I'm a good actor, eh?" He smirked. My heart plummeted to my belly as he said this. Actor? I thought. It was an act? That jealously, that anger, that hate…

It was an act?

"You were acting?" I whispered, my voice quivering, "But…it was so realistic…" His eyes twinkled again and his smirk disappeared. He looked like he was holding back on something—something I wanted to know. I waited for him to speak again, hanging onto his body language in search of something that would tell his secret.

"Yeah." he whispered. My heart fell even farther downward and it beat with disappointment. I don't know why it did, because I didn't care…I didn't care…I didn't…but I did.

"Come on, let's get out of this rain." He took my hand and lifted me to my feet. I trembled and felt dizzy for a moment from sitting so long. He put his hand on my elbow and the other on my shoulder to steady me. After the dizziness disappeared, we clumsily went into the Groovy Smoothie. I refused to look at him because of fear. Fear of myself, I mean.

Because I cared about his faking it.

Because I was shocked about his faking it.

Because I hated his faking it.

Stupid emotions.

Hope you enjoyed this piece. Hopefully Freddie wasn't too OOC, with the punching Finn. I just wanted a reason for them to be kicked out, and, well...yeah...Freddie isn't jealous? Or is he, and is holding back? Do they love each other, and are denying it? Or is it all still an act?

(Creepy movie music plays as scene fades out...)