ATTN: I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR ITS CHARACTERS!

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**Finn's POV**

When I see her the next week, it's like I'm seeing a totally different person. She's wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. Rachel Berry is wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. They're not even dressy whatsoever. The jeans are distressed and the sweatshirt is a college sweatshirt…

She still looks extremely sexy and beautiful though.

She's really quiet, simply greets us and sits down next to us looking nervous. Ryan, our producer, comes out and sees us.

"Hi Rachel… and the rest of the band?"

Why is he so surprised? We are a band…

"Are you guys here for moral support or something?" He asks confusedly.

"What?" Sam asks. "We're here to record."

I look over at Rachel and she has her eyes shut and she's wringing her hands nervously.

"No… in the contract we explained that only the singer would be recording and selling records off of her name…" He slowly speaks. "Didn't you guys read it?"

Everything slows down immediately. What does he mean in the contract it said only the singer would be recording? Didn't Rachel tell us everything we needed to… Oh my god, she lied to us.

I can't even process my anger as quickly as Puck can.

"What the fuck, Berry? Why didn't you tell us this bogus shit?" He yells.

"I-I…" She stumbles and I look at her sad, tear stricken face. "I meant too, I just didn't want you guys to be upset…"

Suddenly I'm on my feet and I'm walking over to her.

"No," I shake my head. "Don't lie, Rachel. I know you well enough. You used us to become famous. You knew that you needed us for the tour so we would sell enough merchandise so you could be recorded. You did this all for your stardom because you're all that matters!"

I'm yelling at her and Sam and Puck are adding random comments about how angry they are.

"Why are you so damn selfish?"

"You could have read the contract yourself!" She yells back through tears.

"We trusted you," I say. "I trusted you."

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I look away.

"Please, you guys, we can figure this out. If I can get recognized, then I can get you guys to be my band players! It will all work out," She pleads.

"Maybe Puck and Sam will, but me? I can't, Rachel. You've screwed me up way too much."

And with that I turn around and walk out of the building with tears in my own eyes. Why would she do something so horrible? I knew Rachel was a lot of things, but I never thought she was mean. I never thought she would make me feel this way.

Sure it stung when she dated that idiot Sean the other day or when she flirted with other guys.

But nothing, nothing, can surmount to these feelings I have right now.

Anguish and despair.

**Rachel's POV**

"Guys, please," I beg, trying to get at least Sam and Noah to understand that I didn't mean for this to happen.

Things had changed. I had changed. I'm not selfish and I want this band to go the distance.

"How could you," Was all Sam could tell me before both left.

I try to move my feet to run after them, to go and find Finn and tell him that everything that had happened… I didn't mean for it to happen. I didn't want that to happen.

"Um," Ryan clears his throat. "A-Are you ready to record for us?"

I let out another sob and turn to look at him.

"Yes," I whisper.

He nods his head and we go to start the session. As the lyrics to our songs pour out from my mouth, I feel more and more guilty. Why would I do something so terrible and wrong? Hadn't my fathers' raised me to be better than that?

"Well, Rachel, today wasn't the best… I know you have a lot on your plate right now. How about we reschedule to next week?" Ryan asks.

I simply nod my head, thanking him before leaving the building.

What am I going to do?