Here's chapter 6! Enjoy and let me know what you think ( :

"I still don't see the big deal about that guy." I said sternly. Rachel had just explained exactly who that Jesse kid was and why he was such a VIP among everyone else in this stupid town, and frankly, I didn't give a damn.

Rachel let out a long sigh, rolling her eyes. "He's very talented, one of the most talented people around here."

"So what, you just like to drool over talented guys?" I accused. "Cause that's what it seemed like you were doing!"

"Excuse me?" she asked heatedly, turning her sights on me instead of the road. One of my brows perked up, I was waiting to hear her explanation, but she didn't say anything.

"You don't like normal guys like me or something? What, cause I don't have 100 years of stupid dance classes and singing lesson under my belt that makes me not as good as him? You know, I bet he couldn't play drums or-or you know, I bet he can't bake a cake as well as I can." I continued to rant. "I bake a damn good cake."

Rachel hit the brakes a little harder than I would have expected, causing me to fly forward just a bit, the seat belt catching me and throwing me back. We were outside of my house. She put the car in park and turned in her seat so that she was facing me, wearing a bewildered expression. I chewed on the inside of my lip, feeling mad myself.

"What is with you lately?" Rachel practically shouted. My own expression of anger turned to one of interest. She was actually yelling at me. "I mean first at the park last night you freaked out about me suggesting you could be on Broadway. Today you were awkward about me joking around and suggesting we sing Bad Romance for our duet, and now you're lecturing me just because I was excited to actually meet Jesse St. James, and you're acting like I'm thinking about cheating on you or something! What is your deal?"

I blinked, not knowing what to say. Was I really acting like that lately? What expression was I wearing now? I was to shocked to think. Oh, maybe it was one of shock. "I'm sorry."

"Seriously Finn, what's up?" she pushed, her voice not as angry as it was a few moments ago. "Talk to me. Please."

I turned away from her, focusing on the dashboard. How could I answer that? I can't tell her the truth... I can't tell her that I was actually jealous of that Jesse guy. I can't even tell her that I liked her. "It's just Quinn and the baby," I lied. "I'm just stressed is all. I dunno."

Her hard stare grew soft, but she still seemed confused. "What does that have to do with you freaking out about last night when I suggested you'd be good on Broadway?"

"Because I just couldn't be on Broadway, not with Quinn and the baby as my main responsibilities." I half-lied.

"What about when I suggested we sing Bad Romance?"

"Quinn was just on my mind. I-I was thinking about what mine and Quinn's song would be." I lied again. Rachel nodded modestly as if what I said had affected her personally.

"So then what was up with you and Jesse? I mean, if I didn't know any better, you seem... jealous."

I felt my ears get hot when she said those last few words. I was too obvious about it. Shit, what can I say to cover my tracks? Think think think.

"Yeah," I said carefully, still thinking about the correct words to put together. "I um, it's just that you know, Quinn hasn't really been paying a lot of attention to me lately. That's all." That seemed like a good reason. Now to finish it up. "I figured that if you liked him then she would to, and it's just, I'm nothing like that Jesse guy. Does that make sense?"

Rachel now wore a look of indifference, a hint of sadness in her eyes. What did I do wrong? "Yeah, that makes sense I guess."

There was an awkward silence between the two of us.

"I'm really sorry about taking all this stress out on you," I apologized honestly. "Let me make it up to you. How about we go bowling tomorrow and then afterwards we can work on our duet?"

Rachel perked up a bit. "That sounds like it'd be fun," She smiled. "What time?"

"How about 6? I'll give you a call."

"Perfect."

I grinned and pushed the car door open, turning to let my feet rest out on the pavement. There was something I had to know before I left.

"Hey Rach?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you like Jesse?" I asked. "I mean, like like him."

She took a second as if she was thinking it over. "No," she replied. "I don't. It's just that there's not many people in this town that share the same dreams and aspirations and are interested in the same things that I am, so getting to meet him was just exciting because honestly, he's sort of like the male version of me when it comes to wanting to be on Broadway." she continued. "I've heard so much about him and have seen him perform in so many local plays and whatnot, and I thought it'd be really great to perhaps talk to him and maybe share our talent with each other."

I didn't know whether or not that made me feel better or worse, let alone if it even made sense. "So that means you're not interested in dating him? You weren't flirting with him?"

She laughed. "No way, not at all. Even if I were interested in him, we're just too alike. That's not good for a relationship."

It was as if a weight was lifted from my chest. "Oh, cool."

"Besides, he's not much my type. I'm sort of into someone else."

The weight returned, this time heavier than ever. It was one thing to know who she was into, but a totally different ball game when I had no idea who I was up against. "Who?"

She became nervous almost instantly, as if she regretted the words that came out of her mouth. "N-nobody, nevermind. Um, I'll see you tomorrow?"

I nodded, faked a cheerful look and got out of the car. "Thanks for the ride, by the way."

She smiled and nodded as if it meant 'no problem'. I shut the door and stepped back, watching her drive off down the street. My fake smile instantly fell and I stuffed my hands in my pockets, kicking at the pebbles on the sidewalk.

That was close, she almost caught me. I need to be more cool about this and stop being so obvious. I'd make a horrible spy. If it wasn't for that stupid Jesse St. James... no, forget him. I need to stop worrying about that guy. I have bigger things to worry about, namely this unknown dude that Rachel's into. Who could it be?

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I took it out and flipped it open; it was a text from Quinn.

Come to Puck's, we need to talk - Q.

I was confused. I pressed the reply button and composed my message.

What r u doing pucks?

It took about five minutes before she answered back, as if she had to think about what she was going to say... or she was making me wait. She did that a lot. I hated it.

Duets. Now hurry. - Q.

I walked up the pathway to Puck's front porch, thoughts of Rachel still frantically floating around in my head.

It definitely isn't anybody on the football team, they're all a bunch of douches and she doesn't like douches. Shit, what if she's into Sam? Sam's on the team and he's like, super sweet and shit. I can't compete with that! His abs are like a brick fucking building!

I was about to knock on the door when it flung open, Quinn revealing herself. I jumped back, not expecting for her to just do that. "Took you long enough."

"Well I had to walk-"

"Don't you have a car?"

I furrowed my brows. I totally forgot I had a car. "Oh yeah,"

"You're an idiot." Quinn rolled her eyes. I crossed my arms over my chest as if it'd help shield me from her words.

"So, duets?" I asked, trying to make small talk. She nodded. "How's it going?"

"Fine, it's fun actually. I haven't done a duet with Puck before so it's different, and plus we've got great song."

"Oh, that's cool. I mean I didn't expect for you guys to already have a song and to be practicing so soon. What song are you guys doing?"

She didn't answer. Her mouth opened and closed as if she had forgotten how to speak. "Which song are we doing?" she repeated my question. I nodded. "Oh, um... uh, we're still debating. That's not the point though. We need to talk."

I nodded and leaned against the house. "What's up?"

"Bills, that's what's up." Quinn scolded. "I don't know if you're aware of this, but sonograms and hospital visits cost money, Finn. Money that I don't have. You need to help!"

I stood up back up straight, feeling for some reason as if I didn't deserve to just lean against the house like that. Not when Quinn was talking to me like I was worthless. "I don't have anything though, you know that. All I have is-"

"I don't care what you do and don't have, Finn. Be a man! Find a job or figure out a way to get money to help pay for this. You're just as responsible as I am!"

"You know I've been looking for a job, it's just that nobodies hiring!"

"Like I said Finn, figure it out. Sell your stuff if you have to. Mow some lawns. I don't care, just... just get the money." she argued, closing her eyes as if she was sick of looking at me. I felt horrible. If I couldn't help with the hospital bills now, what kind of father would I be when baby Drizzle came?

I reached around and grabbed my wallet out of my back pocket, pulling out all of the bills that I had. "Here," I handed her a whopping $42 bucks made up of tens and mostly ones. "That's all I have on me, but... I think I have something in the bank. I'll stop by there later today and I'll drop what I've got off to you tomorrow."

She opened her eyes, staring into my own. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes. I felt horrible. This was all my fault. "Thank you."

I pulled her into a hug. "I'm going to make this right. I promise," I whispered into her shoulder. I had to take care of this. I just had to. I had to make this all better. She pulled out of my arms and stepped back.

"I should get back inside, Puck's probably sick of waiting." she said. I nodded and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Have fun. I'll see you tomorrow."

She smiled, nodded and headed back inside, leaving me standing out on the front porch. I let out a huge sigh and ran my hands through my hair defeatedly. I was so stressed. I put my now empty wallet back and bounced down the front porch steps, heading back in the direction to my house.

It doesn't matter who Rachel likes, it really doesn't, because I have responsibilities that I need to take care of. With baby Drizzle and Quinn being at the top of my list right now there's no way that anything could ever happen between Rachel and I. I need to just let it go now before it's too late. Besides, what girl in their right mind would want anything to do with a guy who has a kid who he can barely even afford to take care of? Rachel can be with whoever she wants because she'll never be with me. I need to realize that.

I walked quickly, wanting to get home so that I'd have a lot of sunlight left to spare, because when I got home I was planning on grabbing the lawn mower out of the garage and knocking on every door on my street. I was going to get the money that Quinn needed no matter what.

QUINN'S POV

"Your boyfriend is stupid. I just hope you know that." Puck laughed as I walked back into his room. He was near his open window where it was obvious that he was listening to Finn and I on the front porch the whole time. "Seriously believing he got you pregnant from a hot tub and now he's forking over his cash? Look at you go."

"Shut up Puck," I breathed. "He only gave me like $40 bucks. That's nothing."

He left his post at the window and sat down on his bed, patting the spot beside him. I obliged and sat down. "Still wanna go to your grave swearing it's his?"

I didn't answer. Puck just grinned, leaning in to plant a few kisses on my neck. I pulled away.

"Puck."

"Aw c'mon. You're already pregnant, it's not like I can do anymore damage." I held my breath. He had a point. "You need to let loose a little."

"Look where that got me the last time I did that."

Puck laughed and wrapped an arm around me. "I love you though, and I told you. We can do this." he whispered, leaning in once more. This time, I didn't push him away.