"And now I keep having nightmares of all the mothers of all the baby chicks coming after me for revenge." He sat there like an idiot, not knowing what to do, wondering why he couldn't look at her. He braved a glance at her and he could see that she was about to cry. Again. He wanted to completely pulverize Jesse St. James. Annihilate that douchebag until he was nothing but piles of bones and guts in a trash bag.

He was sitting in the corner, as far way from her as possible because if he was even an inch closer, he won't be able to stop himself from completely enveloping her into his giant frame, shielding her away from everything and anyone in sight. And he couldn't do that. He wasn't allowed to.

God where the hell was he when it happened? Why was he never around? Why can't he ever just be present for once in his life? Santana found her for God's sake. Even Santana was around when it matters. He knew this because the girl had called him and told him to come to Glee early the next day. He didn't know why, but that chick freaks him out and she sounded furious on the phone.

He should have known something was wrong. Rachel was supposed to be at Sean's for vocal lessons but she didn't show. He knew because he'd been waiting there, hoping to accidentally-on-purpose run into her. It pissed him off to no end to realize that while he was stupidly figuring how to move in on her, she was busy being pelted by fucking eggs at the school parking lot.

When he'd arrived at Glee earlier, she wasn't around. But everybody else was. He took a seat at the back because Santana looked like she was about to murder someone and he wanted to be as far away from that as possible. But then she opened her mouth. And he thought she didn't look nowhere near to what he was feeling. She'd found Rachel walking through the halls of McKinley in a daze.

"It was like she didn't even know where she was. The girl was spazzing. Then I saw the shit on her face. She saw me and all she said was hello. And then she went into the girls room all calmly like there weren't yolk running all over her hair. I mean it was hilarious, don't get me wrong, it's not like I care. I just went in there to ask who did it so I could congratulate the person. But then she told me it was Vocal Adrenaline. Hell no. Those bitches were on our turf. That is not cool. So I just tossed her my gym clothes and told her to take a shower cause the chick was seriously stinking up the whole damn school."

He swore if there was an empty chair nearby, he would have kicked it over. Instead, all he managed was a strangled cross between a growl and a snarl. Then Rachel came in and everyone was quiet. Her steps faltered at the entrance of the class and she looked momentarily terrified. He didn't know if anyone else noticed, but he saw her intake of breath and the slight firm nod of her head before she held it up to look them all in the eye. She tried to smile and he felt like screaming at her. What the hell was she trying to be all strong for? But then her lips did that quivering thing and his anger deflated.

"I'm sure Santana has related to you, my fellow Glee members, of the debacle that happened yesterday between me and the uncouth scoundrels from Vocal Adrenaline." Finn could barely understand her. She only gets this incomprehensible (SAT word. Score.) when she's hurt. Or really, really pissed. He found himself moving a few feet back, not saying a word when she walked towards them and took a seat in the middle. "I assure you that I am fine. It merely took me two hours in the shower to get the despicable mess out of my hair. But I think I can still smell it." She shuddered. And then suddenly she was crying and Mercedes was holding her hand and he just could not look at her. He stared at the ground instead, his face contorted with anger. That's when the whole thing came up. Jesse was a dead man.

He heard his name and looked up to see Puck all wound up with murder glinting in his eyes. That wasn't a problem. He shot out of his seat so fast, it almost gave him whiplash.

"Right on. It's time for less talking and more punching." He couldn't really see where he was going, he was too busy forcing himself not to look at her. He couldn't bear to, knowing that this was probably the millionth time he let her down. He didn't realize Mr. Schue was around until he heard his teacher's voice.

"Hey what's going on here?" He looked up and opened his mouth.

"We're on our way to go all Braveheart on Vocal Adrenaline!"

"Guys. Violence is never the answer." What the fuck was he talking about? Violence was the only answer.

"It is when the question is what's the best way to mess up that Jesse kid's face!" Puck really couldn't have put it better.

"Mr. Schue," he turned, a little surprised to see Kurt along with them. "Rachel is one of us. We're the only ones who get to humiliate her." Well. At least he was defending her. Kind of. Whatever. Finn lead the way and the other boys followed as he stalked towards the door.

"Stop!" Mr. Schue sounded pissed. "Get back here, and sit down!" Finn wanted to tell his teacher to go screw himself, but he figured that wouldn't be such a wise thing to do. Mr. Schue was going off about something. All he knew was that the teacher was wasting precious seconds right now and he really, really wanted to see blood coming out of St. Jerkwad's body.

"We can't just let Vocal Adrenaline get away with turning Rachel into an ommelette!" he burst out, frustrated. Just the last week the older man had suggested stealing Carmel's school statue. And all that happened was their choir room got trashed. Now these assholes physically attacked Rachel and he's telling them to sit down?

Finn was furious. Rage was coursing through his veins and it was ridiculously hard to reign it in. But the other guys were returning to their seats and Rachel was dialing the Jackass's number. He could feel his blood boiling at the thought of her still having the fucker's name in her cell. Finn closed his eyes and counted to ten.

When the football players wanted to overturn Artie in that portable toilet, he was around. He was in that stupid shower curtain for a whole day at school for Kurt (He was a douche but the costume gave him hives, so that almost made up for his behavior). He was around for Quinn, even if that wasn't completely voluntary. He stuck around for Puck more times than he could count.

It was funny how he seemed to come through for everyone else but the one who mattered the most.