A/N: I didn't get this chapter up as quick as I would have liked because of new year and everything, so sorry about that. But that reminds me, Happy new year everyone :) hope you had a good day/night/weekend.

Part Five

Finn looked at the clock, 15:47. He had spent all day at Brittanys after telling each other about the day before. Finn helped her tidy her room while she explained about catching Santana, and then he told her about Rachel and admitting his love for Quinn.

They had promised each other to try and forget everything and have one day where they could just have fun instead of crying and hating themselves, so the rest of the day was spent watching bad movies and eating popcorn. About halfway through the second movie though, they had ended up throwing the popcorn at each other and the room was almost as bad as before they had cleaned it in the morning.

A knock on the door distracted them from the movie, and Rory poked his head into the room.

"Hey Brittany, me and Sam were going to go out, we wondered if you wanted to come with us, oh, hello Finn Hudson,"

"Finn's here?" they heard Sam call from the hall, he pushed his way in past Rory, "Hey dude, what you doing here?"

"Just chilling,"

"Hmmmm, weird, I didn't know you two hung out, outside of- what's with the popcorn?"

"We wanted to make it snow, isn't it pretty?" Brittany asked him, grinning and Finn started to laugh.

"Erm, right…" he said bewildered, "So you guys coming?"

"No, I think we'll probably just stay in all day,"

"Suit yourselves," he said, leaving.

"Bye Brittany, Bye Finn Hudson," Rory said, following Sam.

Finn and Brittany called goodbyes to the both of them and went back to the film but as Brittany reached for a piece of popcorn on the bed, something on her arm caught Finns eye.

"Brit why is your sleeve red?" he asked, she looked down and saw 3 straight, slightly bulging lines of red standing out against the white of her hoodie, her eyes widened and she hid her arm and turned to him, composed.

"It's not, you're imagining it, Finn," she said coolly, "Just watch the movie,"

"I know what I saw Britts,"

"You're imagining it, Finn," she said with a bit more command in her voice.

"Don't lie to me Brittany!" he said, refusing to accept her answer.

"Okay… I'm sorry," she said softly, his words leaving more of a wound than he realised. She shrugged off her hoodie and held out her arm to him, he looked down and was shocked at what he saw, 7 cuts about half an inch apart lay on her skin between her wrist and the crook of her elbow, 3 of them re-opened.

"Brittany…" he whispered stroking the tender skin, she flinched but didn't withdraw her arm, "Why?"

"I cut myself on some glass yesterday when I trashed my room, it felt good, relaxing, it felt like all the bad things were draining away," She said, turning to look at him, "I did it again, on purpose, I know it shouldn't, but it made me feel happy, it made everything better."

"Brittany, you shouldn't do that to make you feel better, you need to stop!"

"I cant, Finn every cut I made, I needed to do it again even more, it took so much willpower to stop there, I'm not going to lie to you and say the need won't come back, I know it will and I just can't lie to you. I have to lie to everybody else now; I need one person to be completely honest with. I can't stop Finn; I need it."

"I…" he struggled to find words, "I'm not giving up on this, you won't listen to me yet, but don't think I'm going to let this go" he sighed and stood up. "Wait here."

He walked to the bathroom and returned with a warm, damp cloth, he began tenderly padding Brittanys arm, cleaning the crusting blood and then holding it in place to soak up the fresh trickles from the open wounds.

"Thank you," she whispered to him, kissing his forehead once he was done.

"I'll kiss it better," he suggested, placing a gentle kiss on each cut, then looking into her eyes.

Memories of the drunken kisses they shared on the way to his house resurfaced and they both felt the strange yearning for each other. Everything seemed to become more noticeable, Brittany could smell Finns deodorant, her eyes shone brighter than he could ever remember, they inched closer together, lips slightly parted until Finn pulled back realising what they were about to do, Brittany came to her senses and shuffled backwards creating some space between them to relieve the tension.

They sat in silence unsure of what to say to each other.

"I love you!" Finn almost shouted, again speaking before his brain had even realised it.

"What?" Brittany asked, eyes wide in shock.

"Like, I mean as friends, you're like my best friend, I know we only just became close, but I mean it," he told her, embarrassed at his outburst.

"Oh, thanks," she said, a disappointed smile on her face. He wasn't sure what made him do it, perhaps her disappointment, perhaps just the way the light was reflected in her lip gloss, but he was pinning her to the bed long before either of them realised it, sharing a soft and gentle, but passionate kiss. It deepened slightly, their lips parting and tongues meeting somewhere in the middle.

After a minute or two they broke apart, he leaned over her, brushing her hair behind her ear before sitting up again.

"When I say 'I love you as a friend', what I really mean is, 'I love you as a friend but there are some complicated feelings I know I shouldn't have'," he explained when she gave him a questioning look, "Sorry about this kiss, I shouldn't have done that"

"I kissed back Finn, I can't pretend I didn't want it too…" he looked at her with his eyebrows raised, "Well I love you as a friend too, but I certainly understand the complicated feelings, you make me feel important, loved…" she sighed, "So does Santana, don't get me wrong, but there are also times when she doesn't, probably times when I don't make her feel like that either. This is really fucked up isn't it?"

"You can say that again,"

"I don't want to cheat on Santana," she said after a moments silence, "And you don't want to cheat on Rachel, and I know neither of us want to be the 'Other person'," she said, taking his hands, "Lets be honest with each other about how we feel, but not do anything about it, we got that kiss out of the way, hopefully that should get it out of our system"

"Deal, and while we're being honest, your lip-gloss tastes delicious," he said with his usual goofy grin, she slapped him playfully and started giggling.

A/N: I know this Chapter is kinda short, forgive me, it's a set up for a few things I have planned for later chapters. I'll get the next one up soon.