Yeah, so uhm, fanfiction is REALLY pissing me off! It's still not letting me edit my stuff on the doc uploader page! Ugh, so excuse me, but there's still going to be dots for break lines. SO ANYWAYS, KNOW THIS ONE IS SHORT, BUT YOU KNOW, YOU HAVE TO HAVE ONE FOR EVERY NOVEL, HOPE YOU ENJOY

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Chapter Five:

Unwanted Feelings

"Listen Rach, I'm sorry."

Finn stared at her from across the couch, his legs dangling at the edge of the cushion. Rachel rolled her eyes dramatically, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. "It's probably the twentieth time you said that, and it still has no meaning."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "I mean it Rach, seriously, I'm sorry."

She stared intently at the television screen in front of her, sighing dreamily as Ryan Gosling walked into the scene, completely shirtless. Finn exhaled deeply, shaking his head in disbelief. "Look, I let you put on 'The Notebook', and it honestly hurts to even look at this movie, so can you just forgive me?" he pleaded. He scooted closer to her on the couch, resting his large hand on her thigh.

Her eyes fell to her lap, playing with the tips of her fingers. "Just tell me something," she mumbled. She looked up at him, staring at him idly. "Why were you acting like that? It almost seemed like you didn't want him to ask me out."

He shrugged. "I didn't," he said truthfully. Rachel shook her head in disbelief, confused by his confession. "But why?" she questioned, turning her body fully towards him.

"Because I didn't want to see you get hurt again; because I didn't want to see another jackass break your heart," he mumbled, "he looked like a tool, so I tried to take care of him."

She smiled appreciatively at him. "But you didn't even know him, how did you know he was an ass?"

"I didn't, but I didn't want to risk it either," he murmured lowly, "you're my best friend Rachel, and you know I would kill anyone who even thought about hurting you."

She shook her head, there was more to that. "Finn, you're the one who pushed me to date, there was bound to be heartbreak," she mumbled. "I know you want to protect me from heartbreak but – "

"But what Rach? Am I not allowed to feel hurt whenever I see you with another – "

Her eyes widened in shock. "Hurt? Finn, why would you feel hurt?"

He laughed bitterly. Why was he acting like this? Wasn't he supposed to be her supporter, helping her find someone? He can't stop now; it's only been one date. "Finn, please, tell me the truth," she whispered. She lingered her fingers lightly on his cheek, rubbing it softly. "What's going on with you?"

Finn said nothing but watched her intently. His eyes buzzed as he stared at her, burning into her expression. His gaze analyzed every detail, trying to read her. He reached out to brush her bangs shortly, quickly drawing his hand back.

"I always thought I had you figured out, but now I'm not so sure anymore," he mumbled brokenly, weaving his hands through her tangled hair. He leaned forward, kissing her forehead gently.

She breathed him in heavily, playing with his fingers. "What's happening to us Finn? Last month, things wouldn't have been so tense, or conflicted. I want my best friend back, but I need to know what's going on with your life."

"I think I'm falling in love," he murmured softly. His confession lingered in the air as Rachel's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't be talking about her . . .

"With who?" she asked, hesitantly dreading the answer. His mouth opened wide, his secret threatening to pour from his lips –

"Finn? Rachel?"

They suddenly broke contact as a familiar voice echoed throughout the living room. They looked up, tensing when they saw Quinn standing behind where they sat on the couch, an expression clear with confusion written on her delicate face.

"What's going on here?" she wondered, popping an eyebrow in question. Rachel's face snapped back to Finn, who looked at her painfully. "I, uh, we were – "

"I was just leaving," Finn got up from the couch deliberately, avoiding eye contact with Rachel as he slipped past Quinn. Rachel shook her head in disbelief. "Wait! Finn, stop it!"

She got up from the couch, pushing past her best friend as she chased after him. She ran in front of him, throwing herself against the door as a hardened shield. "You can't leave like this. I'm not allowing you"

He sighed heavily in annoyance. "Rachel. Move."

She took aback by his vulgar tone, flickering her eyes in disbelief. "F-Finn, why won't you just talk to me? What are you feeling Finn, I haven't been able to tell lately."

"I don't know okay? I'm just confused in my head right now, and . . . and I just need to leave before . . ."

His sentence dangled in the air as he stared at her intensely. She pursed her lips roughly, fluttering her eyes to keep the sudden tears from forming. "Fine, I'll just call Blaine or something."

His expression hardened immediately, his eyes narrowing, his jaw set. Rachel fearfully stepped to the side, creating enough space for him to move past her. They shared one final, cold look before he flew from the apartment, his footsteps sounding as he ran up the stairs to his own room above them.

Rachel sighed heavily, turning around in exhaustion. Her eyes popped when she noticed Quinn standing by the kitchen counter, her expression full of concern and worry. "What was that about?"

She shook her head, she really didn't know herself. Quinn bit her lip nervously, looking down as she spoke the next words, "when I first came in here, it looked like you two were about to kis – "

Rachel held up her hand. "Quinn, please, I really just, don't know what just happened," she whispered, mostly to herself. Quinn looked at her sympathetically. "If you need to talk to someone, Rach, I'm – "

"It was nothing Quinn, really, it – it, I don't know what's happening to him, or what's happening to us but . . ."

Rachel left the room without another word, leaving her best friend in the aftermath of the sudden fight.

She just really needed to think.

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Rachel's head pounded viciously as she stepped out of her bedroom, the event from last night still on repeat in her head. She rubbed her skull roughly, trying to forget the unfortunate situation.

The new sun poured through the window curtains as Rachel set into the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of coffee. She spent the whole night, just thinking, of what was happening, not only to Finn, but also to the both of them. They were acting different towards each other, and she didn't know if it was good or bad.

"Rachel?"

She turned slowly in her robe to find Kurt shuffling in his slippers, a sleepy expression plastered on her face. "I'm pretty sure I heard knocking last night, probably a salesman, go check if they dropped something at the door."

Rachel nodded sheepishly, setting her mug on the counter. She turned towards the direction of the door. "Hey Rach?"

Kurt's normal tone caught her attention, and she whipped towards him, a tired eyebrow cocking her face. "You okay? You seem . . . upset."

Rachel bulked. Did Quinn not tell him? She shrugged her slumped shoulders, waving it off. "I'm just tired, bad sleep, lots of pointless things on my mind you know," she easily lied. Kurt's eyebrows shot up in amusement, he obviously wasn't buying this.

Rachel turned quickly on her heel without another comment from him, her heart racing in shock at Kurt's accusation. She opened the front door quickly, her eyes widening as she noticed delicate roses on the welcome matt.

Finn.

She smiled softly as she bent down, picking them up, carefully gathering them in her hands. She trailed her nose along the petals, smelling drastically. Her fingers trailed the bouquet for a note, anything, that would have a written apology on it, something that would say 'Hey Rach, I know you were right yesterday, wanna go back to the way we were?'

Her heart sunk when she saw the real note, the note that was written with unfamiliar and messy penmanship. And not Finn's.

'Dear Rachel, I want you to know that I think you are breathtakingly beautiful, and your radiant perfume and cover girl mascara are permanently planted in my mind, with the rest of your necessary existence.'

Rachel's eyes widened as she read the name at the bottom of the stick note. Love, Blaine Anderson.

"Oh boy."

She jumped dramatically as Kurt's voice tickled her ear, his chin resting sneakily on her shoulder. Rachel fumed as she turned towards him, shoving him pack lightly. "Eavesdropping on my love life?"

He smirked. "Wouldn't call it much of a love life."

"What do you mean?"

Kurt leaned forward, grabbing the bouquet of roses from her prying hands. He smelt them sweetly, his eyes drooling in acceptance. "Sorry Rach, but I believe your fantasy boyfriend is the son of Elton John."

Rachel looked at him in confusion, her hand rising to clamp against her forehead. "Kurt, what the hell are you talking about?" She walked towards him, her arms locked tightly across her chest. Kurt looked at her in shock, disbelief, as she didn't realize what he was saying. "I mean, your man's taken a train to a world full of Wonka's specialties."

"Kurt, what the hell are you – "

"Your boyfriend's a gay one, Barbara." He reached out, grabbing the note from a shocked Rachel. Stifled giggles escaped his lips, as he tried unsuccessfully to stop them. "Yup. 100%, defiantly, positively gay."

Quinn and Puck chose that time to walk into the kitchen, Puck's bare chest shimmering in the morning sun. Rachel looked disgusted as she stared at him in disbelief. "And why exactly are you here Noah? You get kicked out again?"

He shook his head in bewilderment. "Fuck no, Imma king there . . . I left because Finn was blasting loud, depressing music, and he was in a crappy mood, so I dipped."

The room went silent for a second.

Rachel nodded at the new information. At least she wasn't the only one hurting. "Aw Rachel," Quinn interjected, trying to change the ironic topic, "you have an admirer?"

Kurt coughed sarcastically. "Barely, I believe he's the capital G."

"I'd say," Puck agreed as he stole the note from Kurt's polished fingers, "no fucking straight guy knows what kind of mascara a chick is wearing, I barely know what the thing even does. I say he's gay."

Rachel scoffed at him. "Oh you would know, since you went out with one. The room went silence once more, but this time, it was full with mystery and playfulness.

"Alright Berry," Puck said before the silence could grow any thicker, "why don't you call him over, and we'll see what his mouth says and what his dick says."

"I don't think so, I have a busy schedule and I – "

"What? Were you planning on watching 'The Notebook 2' tonight? Come on sex monkey, we'll make a bet. If he comes over, and he is all over your smokin' body, then you can tell anybody you want about . . ."

Rachel smirked. "Already did, Mr. – "

"Secondly," he held up a finger, stopping her midsentence from embarrassing her even more, "if he does come over, and he is a homo, then you won't bother me and my Quinny for a whole day while we play hide and seek in bed. Got it?"

Quinn coughed from beside him, smacking him lightly on the chest. He ignored her, extending his large hand towards her. "Deal?"

She gripped it tightly, shaking it repeatedly. "Deal."

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Haha, always love so puckleberry friendship! And ou FINCHEL TENSION! Haha, so who loved the episode last night? Know it was my FAVOURITE EPISODE EVER! Best episode ever played by both Cory and Lea, very convincing! Well, please review guys! Thank you so much, love ya!

PS: Next chapter is called 'Gaytervention.' !