A/N: Just a quick thanks to those who added my story to their alerts. Really do appreciate it! If you don't like occasional Finn bashing, then it's advisable to not read this story. I have exams to study for right now but I'll try and balance revision with writing so I can update as frequently as possible. Oh and as hard as it is, just forget David Martinez ever existed and that Mr Schue is still a Spanish teacher. Thanks!

-Seena

Quinn was stopped in her tracks when she saw Rachel by the sink cleaning what looked like cherry slushie off her front.

"Who did it?"

"Quinn! You startled me! I- Wait. What's wrong?" commented Rachel, taking in the tears slowly cascading down Quinn's cheeks.

"Who did it?" Quinn repeated.

"It was just some guy on the hockey team, no biggie. What's wrong?"

Rachel approached Quinn and used the pad of her thumb to swipe away the tears gently. Quinn closed her eyes and leaned into the contact Rachel's hands provided and sighed.

"Finn and I just had a blow out."

"What did he say?" Rachel asked, furrowing her brow.

"He made plans with Sam and I got pissed. And then he brought up Beth and that I haven't let him get very far with me. I guess I was a bit out of line. Maybe I am an overbearing girlfriend," Quinn sighed.

"No, Quinn. You had every right to be mad and I can't believe he would throw something like that in your face. The fact that I don't condone violence is keeping me from as they say, "Tearing him a new one" right now," Rachel muttered, taking her hand away.

"You don't think I over reacted?"

"No, I think Finn is, for the lack of a better word, an asshole. And I think you deserve much better than that."

There was something in Rachel's tone that Quinn couldn't quite place but she shook it off.

"So are you still up to hang out tonight, or are you bailing on me too?" Quinn asked, chuckling a bit to herself.

"Sure, I'll just have to swing by my place after school to get changed and I'll be right over."

Quinn frowned and looked at Rachel's stained dress. It was cleaner that it probably was when it first got hit by the icy beverage but there was still a tint of red on the black of the fabric.

"They shouldn't have done that to you. I'm sorry I couldn't be there, Rach," Quinn sighed, rubbing her temple with her fingers.

"Hey, look I'm a big girl-"

Quinn snorted at the irony of the statement.

Rachel rolled her eyes and carried on, "I'll ignore that snort of amusement. But I can look after myself, Quinn. You can't always be there to fight my battles for me."

"I know. I just hate that you still get treated this way. It's not fair."

"Life is unfair at the best of times. But in a few months, we'll be out of here and won't see any of them again."

"Good point," Quinn smiled. She glanced at her watch. "Well, we've got History in about 5 minutes. Shall we?" she ushered to the door.

"We shall."

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"Quinn, can I talk to you for a second?"

"Anything, you want to say can be said in front of Rachel, Finn."

It had been 2 days since Finn and Quinn had their argument and Finn had cornered her and Rachel as they were headed out of the school after Glee Club.

"Look, I'm really sorry about everything I said the other day. I was totally out of line and I know you didn't deserve all that shit I said to you on the day your father died. I out of anyone should understand what it's like to not have a dad and I get how you just wanted to remember him in peace with people you care about."

"And...?"

"And, it will never happen again. I promise. I would just really love for you to give me another chance so I can make it up to you," Finn said, laying on that kicked puppy look that he had perfected for good measure.

Rachel was standing there witnessing the whole ordeal and scoffing to herself at how Finn just assumed he could apologize and make everything alright.

Quinn can't be falling for this. Can she?

"What are we talking when we say 'make it up to me'?" Quinn questioned, arching an eyebrow.

"Heading down to the ice cream parlour that you love and going for a walk in the park," Finn toed the ground nervously while looking at Quinn.

It took a second, but a small smile tugged on Quinn's lips and she nodded.

Damn her weakness for ice cream and walks.

"Okay, I forgive you Finn. But it better not happen again. Got it?"

"Yes, promise," Finn said.

"Okay, let's go. I'll call you later, Rach. Okay?" Quinn said smiling at Rachel.

Rachel merely nodded and offered her friend a small smile.

Finn offered his arm while bowing and Quinn giggled and took his arm, curtseying.

"Later, Rach," said Finn cheerily.

"Yeah, later," muttered Rachel.

The two walked together giggling and laughing, leaving a disappointed Rachel standing in the hallway once again.

I can't believe this. That boy can honestly do no wrong. Ugh, I need to get over this somehow. She's with him and I'm just her best friend. That's all I'll ever be. I just need a distraction that'll help me forget about these feelings.

And just as she thought this, Noah Puckerman walked out of the choir room after doing God knows what. He spotted Rachel and strutted over to her.

Puck had been persistently asking her out for the past couple of weeks. In his opinion, it was absurd that two hot Jews should both be single at the same time.

"Sup, my hot little Jewish-American Princess?" Puck asked smirking.

"Hello there, Noah. I think it's best for me not to ask why you were the very last one out of the choir room."

"I think that would be best too, Jew Babe."

Noah is rather handsome. His arms are lovely. The mohwawk is a tad outdated but really is a good guy on the inside. Why not?

"What plans do you have tonight, Noah?"

"Urm, well I was just gonna head to the liquor store and see if I can score something but I'm open to anything else. Why?"

"How does dinner sound?"

"If it happened to be with a fellow hot Jew, I wouldn't be opposed," Puck said, leaning in dangerously close to Rachel.

Rachel smiled and pushed lightly at his chest.

"Dinner sounds like a plan, Noah."

"Awesome. Tell you what; that new vegan place 20 minutes from here just opened a few weeks ago. I usually don't eat that vegetable crap, but I'll make an exception tonight. Sound good?"

Quinn took Rachel for lunch there the other weekend as a surprise. No, stop thinking about Quinn. Noah. You're going on a date with Noah.

"That sounds wonderful, Noah," Rachel said giving a small smile.

Puck offered Rachel his arm and she happily obliged as he walked her to her car.

"I'll pick you up at 8, okay?"

"Okay, I shall see you later."

Rachel waved and then drove off.

Well I think it's safe to say, Rachel Berry has found her distraction.