A/N: Fuck it, I'm going AU, after the last episode I can't handle anymore Finchel, so lets all pretend yes/no didn't happen.

Part Thirteen

He got out of the car and walked towards Rachel's front door. He had decided to surprise her and take her out to dinner. He knocked on the door, no answer. He knew she was home, he listened carefully and could hear music, and she just must not be able to hear. He tried the door and it opened, he smiled to himself. He climbed the stairs and walked towards her bedroom, checking his appearance in the reflection of a photo in the hallway.

He put his fist up to the door about to knock but as he did so he heard something from in the room, a muffled moan. His heart sank as he imagined the worst, the fear brewing inside him intensified tenfold. He pressed the door open and walked inside.

His eyes immediately focused on her closed ones, before moving downwards past her open panting mouth to her bare chest, glistening with perspiration in the candlelight. Then his gaze shifted to the Man lying on top of her, his hair damp with sweat and his face pressed against Rachel's neck, Jesse.

"What the fuck?" he shouted, almost spitting. They both turned to him wearing an expression of shock.

"Finn…" Rachel half whispered, looking ashamed. He turned on the spot and stormed down the stairs, heading towards his car, he had just got into the driving seat when she appeared in the front yard, messily dressed, Jesse on her tail.

"Finn, wait!" he said, but Finn ignored it.

"Please Finn, wait!" Rachel begged him, he didn't know why but something in her voice made him stay. He got out of the car and stood facing her, refusing to speak. She tried to take his hand but he pulled it away, "Please Finn, I'm so sorry!" tears welled up in her eyes, "I didn't mean it to happen, I swear!"

"She's right, it was an accident," Jesse told him, "I was just visiting and then one thing led to another, we didn't-" he started to explain but was interrupted as Finns fist collided with the side of his face sending Jesse falling to the ground.

"You can shut the fuck up, Jesse!" He said, glaring at him. 'Yeah, you didn't dodge this time did you, prick?' He gloated, silently. "We're done, Rachel, I mean it, done." He got into the car and closed the door before starting the engine.

"Wait! Finn don't do this!" she cried, banging on the window. He rolled it down and turned to look at her.

"I have to, It's actually not you, Rachel, it's me," he said softly, "I cheated on you too, I cheated on you first."

"What?" her tears stopped and she froze, seemingly stuck between hurt, anger and shock.

"I tried to hold onto you, but I didn't deserve you, we were never going to work anyway, you going off to New York, I couldn't follow you there or keep you here, I'm sorry Rachel,"

"Who?"

"I'm not going to tell you that, it was my fault not theirs and I'm not going to betray their trust like that."

"Quinn!" she spat.

"No! Don't you fucking dare!" he retorted, anger building up in him, "It wasn't her but even if it was, you would have no right to be angry, I cheated on her with you remember, she'd have every right to get her own back, but Quinn isn't like that." He told her angrily before driving away, leaving her with Jesse.

"Finn, I'm so sorry," Brittany told him, giving him a tight hug, "What happened?"

"She fucked Jesse, I punched him, I dumped her, she tried to change my mind, I confessed to cheating then I left," he said, not wanting to go into details.

"She slept with Jesse? You caught them?" she asked, looking sympathetic. "Wait you told her about us?" she asked, feeling horrified.

"No! don't worry," he reassured her, "I told her I cheated on her, but I refused to say who with, I said it was my fault, not theirs. Surprise, surprise she blamed Quinn."

"Oh, right, thanks for not telling her it was me," she said, hugging him again, she felt terrified that Rachel would work it out but she suppressed it so she could support Finn. "How are you?"

"I- I don't feel anything…" He told her, his stomach dropping, "I don't feel upset, I don't regret it or anything. Am I a bad person?"

"No, of course not! Maybe it just needs to sink in a bit first, you might be in shock or something," she said, taking his hand,

"Yeah…" he replied, unconvinced. 'You're right Hudson, you're an asshole. You cheated on Quinn, you cheated on Rachel, you broke up with Quinn at a funeral, you weren't even upset when you broke up with Rachel, you outted Santana, you went on an anti-gay rampage to Kurt, you fed your vegan girlfriend meat, you fucked your friends girl, you stole another friends girl, you blew nationals, you just punched Jesse for doing something you did yourself. Need I go on? You're an asshole, the only person you have left is Brittany and she is way too good a person for you to drag her down.' He continued to tear himself apart picking at every bad thing he ever did that he could still remember. "Shut up!" he shouted.

"I didn't say anything," Brittany replied, looking alarmed and upset.

"Oh, shit, sorry Brittany, I didn't mean you, I was kinda talking to myself in my head, I kinda zoned out and forgot you were there,"

"Are you going to be okay?" she asked, looking worried.

"I don't know…" he told her, 'I don't know if I deserve to…' he finished, silently.

A/N: It's a little shorter than I would have liked but really the only point of this chapter was to end Finchel, set Finn up to start redeeming himself and to set up something for a later chapter.