A/N: Okay, so maybe last chapter wasn't really all that long... it was just really long to write. Thanks to everyone who stuck with it... Rachel can be a pain, but I love her to death!

I am so psyched for this Finn chapter - he is so much fun to write! Ladidadida, ho hum pig's bum... not much to say about this chapter... However, I do love how righteous Finn can be in the face of adversity... or something like that :) Is it bad to say that I love what I wrote? Ah well, I hope not! (Btw, watch out for some language in this chapter, if you know what I mean.. normally, I try to steer clear of swearing, but Finn seems like he wouldn't care so much about that.)

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Here it is!

Finn POV

Quinn can be such a hard-ass, you know? I mean, Puck and I were only playing a friendly game of Water Terminator, and she just had to get in the middle of it. Puck thinks it was 'cause I wasn't paying her enough attention, and when I asked him why she should care, he said it was 'cause she likes me.

I guess I'm a little flattered, if that's true, but honestly, Quinn isn't really my type. She's whiney and needy, and she can be really loud, too. I'm not really into high maintenance chicks and stuff.

Anyways, Water Terminator is over now and Quinn's moping over with her friends and me and Puck are about to dig into some seriously delicious food. Still, I haven't started eating yet. I can't help thinking about, well, you know, the problem I was having earlier.

"Dude," I say, nudging Puck, who's about to eat his kosher burger, "do you think girls ever notice how, uh, big you are? Or do they really not care?"

"Man, do I look like a chick? How should I know?" He rolls his eyes and picks up his burger again.

"But, c'mon," I say. He huffs and puts his burger back on his plate. "Don't you ever think about that kind of stuff?"

"I guess," he replies with a shrug, and leans against the table we're standing next to. "Look, man, the way I see it is that chicks'll only notice if there's either nothing there, or it's too big it's not humanly possible. Y'know, fake."

I can see why he says that. "Yeah, that makes sense. Hey, are you going to football camp this summer?"

"Uh, duh, dude. I'd be stupid not to. High school football makes you. Not going to football camp will break you."

I nod as he rambles on about more football stuff. Don't get me wrong, I love football. I'm just kinda freaked about high school football. I'll be playing against frickin' seniors, and most seniors around here work on their family's dairy farms. Basically what I'm saying is that they're huge. And even though I'm tall, that doesn't mean I'm buff or anything. I'm starting to think that going out for varsity first thing in the fall would be just a little bit crazy. Maybe I'll try out for JV first.

As I've been thinking about my football problem and my, well, other problem, I've noticed Quinn and her dumb friends whispering in their lounge chairs like they want everyone to know what they're talking about. It's pretty quiet and stuff at first, but then Brittany flat-out points straight at Rachel Berry, who's standing in line for food. Uh-oh. This does not look good.

Quinn pulls Brittany's hand down and checks to make sure no one saw. I pull a smart move and look away. (Y'know, if I think about it, this is the first time I've been smart enough to think to do that. Cool.) When I look back, Quinn is slowly getting out of her chair and the rest of her friends are following her to the food line. Thank god. I thought maybe she'd try to freak out Rachel or something like she does at schoo–

Wait. Quinn is walking up to Rachel, who's just getting her kosher burger (she's Jewish, like Puck, so they have to eat, like, kosher burgers or something. I wonder if they taste any different…). I lean closer to what's going on, and I can kinda hear Puck stopping mid sentence and saying, "Dude, dude, personal space, man."

"Rachel. That's a nice bathing suit you've got," Quinn says. I don't think she's being nice about it.

"Thank you. Yours is nice, too," Rachel replies, all Rachel Berry-like. I guess you could call it polite, but its obvious that Rachel knows something's going on.

"You think? I got it last week, and I hope it – oops! My bad." From what I can tell, Quinn has just knocked Rachel's plate out of her hand and onto the ground. On purpose.

"Oh my god," I say to myself. I hate to say it, but Quinn's being a real bitch today.

Rachel goes all stiff and says to Quinn, "That's okay. I'll just get another."

"That sounds like a real good idea. Daddy?" Quinn asks her dad, who's standing by the grill (and, lucky for Quinn, missed what just happened.) "Are there any kosher burgers left for Rachel?"

Her dad checks the grill and replies, "Nope, sorry."

Rachel's mouth kinda opens a little bit, but then closes. She raises her chin and says, "That's fine. The salads look good."

I can't believe it. Everyone knows that Rachel's Jewish – she reminds us every Hanukkah and Rosh Hashanah and every other Jewish holiday – and that she can't eat certain foods. Quinn must have planned to knock Rachel's food out of her hands when there was no kosher stuff left. She really is a bitch.

I don't know why, but I'm getting really pissed at Quinn. Rachel did nothing to her or to anyone else, and all she does is make fun of her all the time. Plus, all Quinn ever does is get in the middle of other people's business. I wanna get back at Quinn for her mean-ness and bitchy-ness, but I don't know how.

Then it hits me – Puck is Jewish, too.

"Dude, are you gonna eat that?" I ask him, pointing to his burger as he stares at Santana, who has gone back to her lounge chair.

"What? Oh, yeah," he replies, reaching for his plate.

"No? Okay," I say, taking his plate and rushing over to Rachel. She looks kinda surprised to see me standing in front of her with a plate of food, and I have to admit that I'm surprised I'm doing this, too. But I clear my throat anyways.

"Rachel," I say really loud, or at least, loud enough so Quinn will hear me. I wait until she turns around to continue talking to Rachel.

"I saw what happened to your food, and I know how you can only eat, like, kosher stuff or something. Puck hasn't touched his kosher burger, so you can have his, if you want." I add a smile at the end, just in case, you know, I'm scaring her or something.

Rachel stares at me for, literally, a minute, and I start to feel really awkward standing there, a plate of food in my hand, looking down at her looking up at me. I'm about to go back to Puck when she finally says, "Uh, um, yeah, thanks…" Taking the food from my hand, she smiles up at me in a shy kind of way, and just walks away.

Wow. Did I really just do that?

"Dude! What's wrong with you?" Puck says as he comes over to me. "Did you really just do that?"

"Yeah. I mean, Rachel doesn't deserve that. No one does. Quinn's such a bitch, you know?"

Puck stares at me and then says, "And you're such a dick! I don't deserve my food to be taken from me and given to some charity case. That was the last kosher burger, dude!"

"It's okay, man," I say, giving him a big thump on the back. "I hear the salad looks good."

-~:~-

Three hot dogs and four brownies later, as the sun is starting to go down, me and Puck and the guys are playing football in the backyard. I'm thinking about going out for quarterback in high school, so that's the position I've got right now. I've been playing QB since I was ten, so it's second, um, whatever to me now. I guess you could call it going through the motions, though, since my head's not really in the game right now.

All I'm thinking about is Rachel. God, no, not like that. Not even close. I'm only thinking about how we used to be pretty good friends in elementary school, and how middle school changed that. As I throw the ball to Puck, I laugh to myself about that one time in second grade, I was pushing Rachel on the swings, and when she told me to push harder, I pushed her out of the swing. When I went to go see if she was okay, I thought she was crying because her body was shaking, but she was actually laughing. I punched her in the shoulder for that.

And there was this other time in fourth grade; when I had my tenth birthday party, Rachel was the only girl there. Puck decided that we should have a race down the path that was by my house, leading to the park. Everyone took off, but since my birthday's in early April, there were still puddles and ice and stuff. Rachel was pretty far ahead, but Puck was in the front when he fell on a patch of ice. Rachel helped him up while the rest of us sped past, and I'm pretty sure he didn't thank her, but it was still a cool thing she did.

Rachel has always been reasonable, as my mom would say, and she really knows what she wants out of life, as my mom would also say. I don't really know why we fell apart. She's always been nice to me, and pretty much everyone else in our class, even though most of us give her crap for the way she is.

Huh. I never thought that making fun of her was wrong before. But after seeing what Quinn did to her, it makes me wanna stop.

I guess I also never thought of Rachel as pretty before today. But when she looked up at me earlier, she kinda caught me off guard – she's really pretty. I wonder why I never noticed that about her before. I mean, she's never been ugly, but this really blew me away or something.

I feel so pathetic. I can remember the elementary school days when Rachel was my best friend, and now, I know nothing about her. How crappy of me is that?

"Dude!" Puck yells to me from the other side of the yard. "Wake up, man!"

I look to where he's pointing (next to my feet), and I see the football right next to me as Matt is running full on towards my gut! Luckily, I get out of that mess, throw the ball to Puck and dodge Matt, but I really need to get my head back in the game.

I'll catch up with Rachel later, I end up deciding. I owe that much to her.

A/N: Thanks so much for reading! I hope you stick with this fic - also, I think that next chapter will be more "mean Quinn", so if you liked that in the first chapter, yays for you! :) I like reviews, but they are not mandatory - gosh, I'd be a huge hypocrite if I said they were... thanks again for reading! - littlefish