Uh-oh! Just a few more chapters until the confrontation between Finn & Quinn! ;)

PS: I've changed the title of this story from The Mixed Tape: Untitled to Maybe Memories. The reason I did this was because the whole mixed tape theme wont make sense/be used until the sequel.

Enjoy 3

I laughed and tossed a pillow at Rachel. She held her arms up to shield herself from the assault. "Shut up!" I shouted playfully. She just continued to giggle madly on the other side of the room.

"I'm just saying you have a great voice! That's all!" Rachel defended herself as she sat in the small arm chair that was near the window. "You should really think about it."

"Yeah right," I scoffed with a smirk. She had been hounding me for the past few minutes, encouraging me to at least apply to Julliard. I kept shooting down her suggestions though. It wasn't because I didn't want to go to Julliard-trust me, that was far from the fact. It was just that I was shy about it. "I mean, it's not like it's totally normal for a guy to just want to go to college to learn about performing in hopes of getting on Broadway. People will probably make fun of me."

Rachel grinned wickedly. "I never said anything about Broadway. Finn Hudson, did you just admit that you want to be on Broadway?"

I gulped. "N-no!"

"Yes you do!"

I just want to go wherever you're going.

"Honestly, I don't know what I want to do." I sighed, not even feeling like putting up a fight. "It'd be cool though, you know. To be on Broadway, I mean. I guess I could always keep it as an option."

Rachel seemed joyful at my open-mindedness towards the possibility of attending Julliard. "Well is there anything else you can think about doing with the rest of your life? Anything else you could imagine going to college for?"

I was about to reply with a 'not really' when I remembered that it didn't matter. "I can't go anyways, even if I wanted to. I have to stay here and take care of baby Drizzle, remember?" I reminded her. Rachel's face fell.

"That doesn't mean you still can't go to college, Finn. I'm sure that Quinn will understand for you wanted to go and better yourself in hopes of being able to provide for her and the baby more." Rachel answered.

"I'd be so far away though."

"Not if you attend a local college, and even if you did go to a school that was far from Quinn and the baby it doesn't mean that you can't come visit or they can't tag along with you."

I thought this over for a second. She did have a point. "Quinn wouldn't want to leave Lima, that's for sure. So I'd have to either stay here or do visits. But that still doesn't deal with the fact that I have absolutely no money to pay for college."

"Scholarships!" Rachel practically yelled. I actually jumped a bit. "There's tons of scholarships, Finn. I'm sure you can find-"

"I've already looked, I can't apply for any of the academic scholarships because my grades aren't exactly scholarship-worthy," I huffed. "All I've got going for me is the possibility of a football scholarship."

"That's a really big possibility, Finn. You're great at football so that's perfect!" she beamed. I couldn't help but smile shyly. "You know, there's also the possibility of you getting a scholarship for being in glee, you know. Have you applied for that one?"

I furrowed my brows. There was a scholarship for that? "No, I haven't. Should I?"

"Are you kidding me?" Rachel gawked. "Of course you should! Oh my goodness, Finn, you're so talented that you're just bound to get that scholarship!"

I fumbled with my fingers. "I dunno. I mean, like I said, people will make f-"

"Stop worrying so much about what people think and just do what makes you happy." She interrupted me mid-sentence. "It's not like you have to use the scholarship if you use it. It'd be nice to just have the option, if anything."

She had a point. A good one. "Well what if I didn't get the scholarship but I made it into Julliard? How would I be able to afford school? And isn't it kind of late now anyway-I thought we were supposed to apply for scholarships earlier this year."

She smiled as if she knew something that I didn't. I felt like I was sitting on her bed in nothing but my underwear. "Julliard has a very good financial aid program. If you can get accepted then you'll be fine, they'll help you. And on terms of the scholarships, you never know. It's still worth a shot."

"I'll think about it." I took a sip of my drink, trying not to dwell on the idea of financial aid for college. I had heard horror stories where people were paying off college debt for the rest of their lives because of financial aid. Besides, you had to meet a certain criteria to even quality to receive it.

"Good," she said. "And hey, just saying, if you got into Julliard or some other school near Julliard in New York on one of those scholarships, we could totally share an apartment together!" I almost spit my Pepsi all over the place when she mentioned that. I'm glad I didn't-I don't think she'd appreciate a brown tint in her white drapes. "Think about it; it'd save us a lot of money. It's just a suggestion though, nothing really,"

"No no, that sounds like a great idea."

An amazing idea, actually.

"And you'd be able to save up money to take trips back home to visit Quinn and the baby all the time. Unless you wanted to actually stay here go to a local community college of course. If you did that you'd save even more money because you'd get to stay at home, but you don't really get the best education at community colleges, plus I have a feeling you'd have an amazing experience in New York."

"Totally."

That was all I could manage to say as the idea of being able to share an apartment with Rachel floated around in my head. It'd be awesome. We could stay up watching movies all night, help each other with college projects, cook dinner together... maybe during thunder storms she'd even get scared and want to sleep with me.

And then I could put my arm around her, and she'd tell me how safe she felt when I was holding her, and she'd lean in for a kiss and we'd m-

My phone buzzed. I sighed. I was having such great thoughts.

I flipped my phone open only to be greeted with a message from Quinn.

Where are you and what are you doing? I haven't heard from you all day and you weren't at your house when I stopped over. - Q.

I sighed and hit the reply button.

rachels whats up?

"Quinn?" Rachel asked. I just nodded. "Everything alright?"

What are you doing at the midgets house? - Q.

"Yeah, she's just getting on my case for being with you. That's all."

cant u b nice for once? we are just hangin out.

Rachel frowned. "I don't understand why she hates me, I've never done anything to her."

You know I don't like man-hands, Finn. I don't want you hanging out with that freak. Now get out of there before she infects you with her crazy and meet me at Pucks. We need to talk about this. - Q.

"It's because she's jealous, Rachel." I told her honestly, feeling myself get a bit upset with Quinn's latest text message. Who was she to tell me who I can and can't hang out with? And who did she think she was, calling Rachel names like that? Not to mention-she's still at Pucks? "She's a bitch."

"Yet you stay with her."

well that is 2 bad becuz rach is my friend an i am not ditching her so get over it. i am busy now we can tlk 2morrow. bye.

"I told you, it's for the baby." I sighed as I sent the last message. "No kid deserves to grow up in a broken home." Rachel forcefully nodded. I sent her a sad half-smile. "I never thanked you for listening to me last night."

Yesterday night was amazing-after I was done practically inhaling the nachos that Rachel had bought for me, we spent almost an hour and a half with me just completely venting and letting everything out about Quinn, the baby and everything that has been stressing me out lately. Rachel listened intensely, not judging me one bit and actually put in her own thoughts every so often which turned out to help a lot. It felt so good to have someone who would be there for me. After my complain-fest I totally whipped her ass at bowling, though. That'll teach her to challenge me at my own game!

Unfortunately her dad's wanted her home for dinner so I had to have her home after we were through having a blast at the bowling alley, but now we were making up for lost time as we sat in her room, talking and joking. It felt really good to be able to do this with her.

"We're friends, it's my job." she joked, earning a small chuckle from me.

"Well, still. You know I'm here for you too if you ever need anything." I told her. "And what I say anything, I mean anything."

Seriously, anything. Even if you need a kiss, just let me know. I'll be glad to help out.

"Anything?" she asks suggestively, standing up from her seat. She tip-toed over to me with a menacing grin on her face. I didn't know whether to be scared or slightly attracted to her at the time, so I decided on being both.

"Anything," I breathed hastily as she stopped in front of me. She leaned in towards my face, making this weird feeling of heat bubble in my stomach. I hoped it wasn't the nachos about to come up.

"How about..." she trailed off, and right when I thought she was about to do the impossible-which would be to lean in and kiss me, off course-he hands jutted out and attacked my sides in a frenzy, making me squeal with laughter. I was insanely ticklish. "I wanna hear you laugh!"

"Rachel, stop!" I shouted, trying to defend myself from her assault. "If this was for throwing the pillow at you, I'm sorry! Stop! Stop before I pee myself!"

Now it was her turn to laugh. "Pee yourself? What are you, ten years-Finn!"

Before she could even finish that sentence I had pulled her onto me and flipped us over so that I had her pinned against the bed beneath me. "Ah, now who's sorry!" I asked wildly as I began to torture her as she did me. Her laughs came out in high pitched shrieks and I grinned sadistically at her demise. "Say it! Say it!"

"Okay okay, I'm sorry!" she squealed with a smile, trying to squirm her way from under me. I laughed and grabbed her arms, pressing them to the bed above her head. My sadistic grin turned into more of a confident smirk as I lowered my face to hers so that we were mere inches away. I was about to give her a sarcastic remark before I got lost in her beautiful eyes, completely forgetting what I had planned to say.

She's so gorgeous. My god.

"I-Rachel," I said quietly, unsure of what to follow up with. I didn't know what to say. I just felt like I was supposed to say something. "I'm-"

"Finn," she practically whispered. Hearing her name made something that felt like a surge of electricity shoot down my spine, causing me to feel warm all over. Before I could even attempt to form a word or two, my eyes widened as I felt my jeans grow a bit tight.

No, please no.

I jumped back off of the bed almost instantly, hurrying to grab my things from the side table. This couldn't be happening, right now just wasn't the time. Think of the mail man, think of the mail man, think of the-

"I have to go, I just-I just remembered I uh, I have to be home by 8pm and it's like, it's almost 8pm." I gave her the lamest excuse in the history of possible excuses. She watched me, confused. Perhaps she hadn't of noticed. "I'll see you tomorrow, we can work on our duet project then."

"Um, alright. Are you okay, Finn? You seem a bit-"

"Fine, fine. Just late, in a hurry. Gotta go. Bye!" I jolted out of her bedroom, down the stairs and out the front door without even noticing if Mr. or Mr. Berry were around to say goodbye to. All I could think about was getting into my car and driving far away from Rachel, away from the horrible situation that could have just possibly unfolded.

She would have been horrified if she would have noticed that.

I patted my pockets to make sure I had grabbed my phone; thankfully I did, and even better, Quinn hadn't texted me back. I smiled as I started the car, trying to ignore the uncomfortable stiffness between my legs. I just wanted to get home to my room where I was safe to do what needed to be done, and fast.

My phone buzzed.

You fucking wait til I see you, Finn. - Q.