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Ok, I know Finn started to grow suspicious of Quinn two chapters ago and I haven't really done that much on that, but there is a reason for that. Believe me. ;)
Sorry for the late UD, I had the chapter lingering on my laptop but damn exams are nearing and revision has officially started :/ Oh lovely.
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"Yo-you're k-kidding me right?" Finn asked, stumbling over his words.
"Finn-"
"Jesse St Jackass is back? Oh great." Finn dramatically sighed as he rolled his eyes. "What next huh? Sunshine dating Puck?"
"Finn I don't see why you're angry."
"Let me see-"
"No! Finn Hudson listen to me." Rachel snapped causing the quarterback to fall silent. "I don't see why you have any right to do so. You need to listen to me Finn. Regardless of whom I date or may have dated in the past, you need to respect it. The school has given a budget for prom meaning we need to get as many things free as possible. You can't just get angry over Jesse. Do you see me getting all worked up about Quinn? We've already been through this Finn. What she did to you was as equally bad as to what Jesse did to me. You can't get angry at Jesse when I'm not about Quinn."
"I-" Finn opened his mouth and closed it several times, as words failed him. "I-I just wanted to protect you Rach. I-"
"Finn this is what you need to understand. I can look after myself. You don't need to feel protective over me. Maybe you feel like you still have these boyfriend duties, like you told me in the toilets, but you have Quinn. She's you girlfriend. You're her boyfriend. You need to protect her. Not me."
Finn sighed in defeat as he leaned against the lockers.
'She's right.' Finn thought as he looked at the brunette, who was wearing a sympathetic look. 'Why was she always right? Why does she know exactly what I'm feeling? How I think? She must be some physic or something.'
"It's hard though." Finn admitted finally. "I mean I try and make an effort with Quinn but it seems like she never responds to it. I mean look, she has me handing out badges. How degrading is that? We've both campaigning yet here I am while she's run off somewhere. Where's the dignity in that?"
"Finn maybe Quinn is campaigning in a different way. Maybe she's spreading the news that you two are running for prom king and queen. Look, I'm sure it's just pre-prom stress. There's so much pressure to be prom king and queen. To get voted. I'm sure that when prom comes, Quinn will be more of the girlfriend that you remembered before."
"Oh God. Prom. Rach you're right there is pressure, but it isn't by trying to be voted. I'm freaking out about prom altogether. I know I'm going to mess it all up for Quinn. She has so much riding on this and she expects me to be perfect. I'm gonna screw everything up. I'm going to pick her up late or the limo doesn't get there on time or I might get her the wrong corsage and she blows up in my face."
"Finn calm down." Rachel told the jock as one hand rested on his arm. "All you need to do is breathe. If you're worried about the limo, go check the times or ask him to arrive a little earlier as for the corsage, get her something simple. You don't want it as a distraction from her face. Like a light green ribbon that goes with her eyes. See Finn, that wasn't so hard."
"Thanks Rach." the corners of Finn's lips began to flicker up before Rachel noticed her hand still lingering on his arm so brought her hand back down to her side. "And I'm sorry about the whole Jesse thing. I guess it isn't that bad if he comes. He was kinda nice to me earlier as well so…"
"Thank you Finn. I'm glad that you see that way about Jesse."
"I know and I said why and she just walked off. Can you believe that?" Mercedes asked Tina through the phone.
"Hey Mercedes." Rachel smiled as she approached the diva.
Mercedes turned around to see the brunette standing beside her as she mouthed 'hey' to her. "Ok, cya later then."
"Who was that?"
"Tina." Mercedes replied as she placed her phone back into her bag. "So what's up Rachel?"
"Nothing. I just wanted to say hi. See how you were."
"Oh well I'm ok I guess, you?"
"Great. So is there anything new?"
"No not real-wait have you heard about Santana and Karofsky?"
"How he slushied her?"
"No, no not that. Aww Rachel where have you been. Santana and Brittany had some big fight, so they're going with other people to the prom. Brittany's going with Artie as friends. I'll give you three guesses as to who Santana is going to prom with."
"Karofsky?"
"Yep."
"W-what? How is that even possible? I thought they hated each other, even if they didn't, he slushied her! You would think that would count for something, right?"
"I know! I was telling Tina just now. When I found out, I asked her if it was true and she said it was. When I asked her why, she walked off! She completely ignored me!"
"Oh my gosh."
"Right?" Mercedes laughed before spinning around to see a couple cuddling, kissing.
The next thing Rachel knew was that the girl she was taking to had burst into tears. The brunette rubbed her shoulder, completely shocked that she randomly cried, tears streaming down from her eyes. "Hey what's wrong?"
"Nothing except my life."
"Hey, Mercedes what do you mean?"
"Prom. Everyone has a date except me. I'm dateless. Artie's going with Brittany, Tina with Mike, Lauren and Puck. Even Santana has a date! With a guy, she hates. What the hell is wrong with me? I have no one. Urghh."
"Hey, Mercedes I don't have anyone either. I'm going stag. To represent how I am independent and I do not need a guy to distract me from perusing my goals and aspirations."
"You're going stag? I thought you were going to go with Jesse, that's what I heard."
"Jesse? Who said that?"
"I dunno." Mercedes shrugged as she wiped her tears. "Everyone is talking about it. They're saying that it's bad ass to go back to your ex and that you might get nominated for prom queen."
"What? Nominated?"
"It's what I heard."
"Well it doesn't matter. I'm going to the prom on my own. Why don't you do the same? Better yet, why don't we go together? As friends?"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, why not? We could show the school that you don't need to be guy crazy, obsessing over who you're going to take, to got the prom."
"Ok, yeah, I'll go with you Rachel."
"Great."
"You might want to ask Sam, seen as he doesn't seem to have a date either."
"I thought Sam wasn't going because of Santana and Quinn."
"What do you mean?"
"Well." Rachel started. "I heard that because his first girlfriend cheated on him and everyone says he turned his second one gay, it must have been a hard knock to his ego."
"I guess. I never thought of that."
"I'll ask him. I'll see whether he's going or not and if he is, he can come with us."
"Ok, I want to ease you all into this." Mr Schue began as he entered the practice room with Rachel by his side. "Rachel suggested someone to take over while I chaperone, I found out I can't dance because I have to look after all you lot, so I want to introduce someone. Now you may all seem angry at first but let me reassure you, he has done nothing but apologise since."
"I want you all to know that he has seen the error of his ways and is now on the path of redemption." Rachel informed the group.
"Just tell us who it is Manhands." Santana snapped.
"Fine. It's Jesse."
"Jesse?" Quinn repeated, leaning closer to hear the brunette's answer.
"Yes. Jesse St James."
"More like St Jerk." Puck muttered.
"Ok, guys let's not start any arguments." Mr Schue told the Glee club as Rachel sat down. "Shall we get on with today's practice anyway?"
After Glee, Rachel spoke to Mr Schuester about Jesse and when she had finished she noticed that Sam wasn't talking to anyone. They were all packing up and the jock was just by himself. The brunette seized the opportunity that was given to her.
"Hey Sam." Rachel beamed at the blonde who only half smiled as a return.
"Hey Rach."
"So, listen I wanted to talk to you about prom."
"Yeah?" Sam asked, shifting slightly as a smile crept upon on his face. "What about it?"
"Well, I thought that seen as you don't have anyone one to go with as do I or Mer-"
"Rachel, are you asking me to go prom with you?" Sam raised his eyebrow at the brunette who kept on smiling a him.
"In retrospect I guess you could say that. Yes."
"Ermm…yeah, ok, I'll go with you."
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