Hello my finchel shippers and today is a good day. Want to know why? BECAUSE RACHEL SAID YES AND NOW THEY'RE ENGAGED! Haha, well I hope you like this chapter of hunted:) Rachel gets a little suspicious ouuu! Enjoy!

Chapter Three:

Typical Triangle

Finn sighs heavily as he walks out of gym class for the third time that week, still not used to the whole bench-warming thing. They've still been playing basketball, and aside from the note that Will wrote to get him out of it, he still has the feeling to punch himself in the face because of what a pansy he is. It's just a damn ball, why the hell is he so scared all the time?

It looks like moving on is a lot harder than he thought.

Finn shakes his head, trying to get the distracting thoughts to leave his mind. He grips his backpack handles in his hands, stepping into English class and taking his seat beside the touchy girl Quinn.

She smiles at him as he sinks down next to her, trying to gain his attention by twirling her blonde ponytail between her fingers. Finn notices his staring, and he turns slightly in his chair to look at her. He sees her push her chest out slightly, battering her eyelids. Offering her a friendly grin, he turns back to focus on what Ms. Corcoran was writing on the chalkboard in front of them.

"I'm into the mysterious type you know."

Finn stops his hand, which was currently taking notes at the sound of Quinn's sultry voice next to his ear. He swallows thickly, turning to look at her in question. "Excuse me?"

"Oh don't pretend Mr. Hudson. You're one of the most talked about students on the cheerios team. A lot of people think you're weird, but I can make an exception. Plus, I need a man to bump my social status, dating the new; quiet kid would totally bring my rep up. And yours too."

Finns eyes widen tremendously, staring at the girl like she's grown two heads. Is this how Ohio people act? He shakes his head at her, putting more distance between the two of them by scooting his chair over. "Sorry but I'm not exactly interested," he tells her, giving his best reassuring smile he could muster.

Her face falls, and her eyes squint into tiny slits of thoughts. She breathes out heavily, leaning back in her chair as Ms. Corcoran continues to teach the lesson of Romeo and Juliet without realizing their interruption.

Quinn's kind of unreadable for the rest of the period, she keeps looking at him and stuff but he doesn't know if it's in a way that she wants to kill him or kiss him. It's seriously scaring him.

And that's from a guy who spent the last year doing things that people would never imagine.

The bell rings throughout the English classroom, and he has to contain his excitement as he packs his books in his bag. Walking as quickly as he could out of the room, he ushers to his locker, and opens it quickly. Grabbing his things for next period, he doesn't even notice the blonde silhouette strutting her way over to him.

"Finn," Quinn whispers, causing him to jump a little at the unexpected noise. He closes his eyes briefly, turning towards the oncoming girl. "I know that you're kind of dumbfounded that the most popular girl in school asked you out only on your third day here, so here," she hands him a piece of paper with numbers on it, "give me a call when you come to realize that I'm actually into you; baggage and all. And I think we would have a good time."

He arches an eyebrow. "Thanks Quinn, but I just don't think – "

She places a slender finger on his lips, and he knows she's miserably failing at trying to be seductive. What can't she get that he's not interested? "Just think about it okay?" she asks, lowering her voice to his ear. "If you come, I'll let you touch my chest."

His eyes widen into saucers of horror and disbelief of her ultimatum, but she takes it as a sign of lust and giggles shortly. She pats his cheek, and saunters off, her hands tied tightly behind her back.

He stares at her retreating form, still in shock of what she had to offer. He's a guy, and boobs are boobs, no matter what girl has them. But he just doesn't seem turned on by it; it's honestly kind of disgusting, throwing their selves away like that. It's fake.

"Drool much?"

Finn rolls his eyes at the sound of another unexpected visitor. Is it normal for students to keep doing that? Showing up out of nowhere?

He turns around, finding himself staring into the face of a bulked, mohawk man with an expression of wanting pain. His eyes are set in on Finn, like he's a target or threat. He pulls the paper that Quinn gave Finn, ripping it up into tiny pieces along the tiled floor.

It doesn't really faze Finn that he just lost Quinn's number, but it still pisses him off that this jackass wants to make him feel threatened. "And you are . . .?"

"Puck. And I swear to God if I see you even breath the same air as her again I will blow your brains. Understood?"

Finn smirks, this guy really has no idea what he's capable of. "Ex-girlfriend problems?" he tests. He knows he shouldn't be trying to start the guy up, but who the fuck does he think is? Someone's gotta teach him a lesson.

Puck fumes, shoving him harsh against the locker. Finn crashes his elbow into it, his hands clenching into fists at his side. He knows if he just punches him once he won't stop until he's fully damaged, he won't be able to stop if he starts. Finn keeps his arms tightly at his side, trying to ignore the need to fight and hurt course through him. No, that stopped a long time ago in New York.

"Fuck off. Just stay the fuck away from her." Puck grits his teeth once more before pushing himself away from Finn, walking in the same direction that Quinn skipped off to. Finn breathes out heavily, closing his eyes briefly to regain his control.

The last warning bell for third period rings and Finn silently curses to himself, completely forgetting his encounter with Puck as he slams his locker shut. He makes his way to Biology, running fast on the hot of his heels at the thought of being late. He's already missed a year of school; he can't miss another day.

He steps into the doorway of the classroom, and becomes suddenly nervous under the eyes of all the students looking up at him for his interruption. The teacher narrows her eyes at him, propping her arms on her hips. "How nice of you to join us, Mr. Hudson. We're doing a mitosis lab, go take the seat at the lab table with Miss. Berry please."

His eyes flicker to the tiny brunette across the room, a beaming glow melting his insides. He nods towards the teacher approvingly, and walks over to her with a small smile. "Hey," he greets, setting his back on the ground as he takes his seat across from her.

Rachel grins. "Hi. Any reason to why you're late? I've been sitting here by myself for about half a minute now," she teases. To his own surprise, he chuckles, the frustrations of Quinn and Puck freely escaping his thoughts.

"I'm sorry, I just got held up with something. Family issues, you know?" He can't tell her about the flirtatious Quinn, if he wants to spend more time with Rachel, he can't mention other girls right?

She raises an eyebrow in amusement. "Oh so you and Quinn Fabray are related?" she blurts out, ignoring the way the surrounding students turning to look at her. She stares at Finn in question, his face masking in disbelief. "How did you – "

"Caught a glimpse of you two while I was on my way over here," Rachel explains with a light shrug. She grabs the microscope tightly in her hands, switching the slide to another point as she peers her eyes on the eyeing piece. "It's anaphase," she says, writing it down on the assigned piece of paper.

Finn continues to stare at her. "Oh, well yeah, she was just . . . trying to ask me out." He bulks when she nods at him. "I-I refused though! I mean, like, I told her I wasn't interested."

"Really?" she whispers, mostly to herself than to him. "She may be intruding but she is beautiful. Plus you just moved here, she would make you cool," she continues to write on the assigned paper, in which Finn has no idea what to do with it, "isn't that what people want in high school? To be cool, I mean."

He shrugs. "High school's a place to find yourself. Labels won't be important in twenty years." He sighs heavily, letting his memories flood his mind. "You can't change your past, but you can let go and start your future."

Finn looks up at her, her chocolate eyes melting at his words. She smiles warmly at him, a nice feeling. "That was beautiful," she whispers. Her mouth is still in gape as she stares at him, and he nods.

"I've had a lot of growing up to do." That was the understatement of a century.

Rachel looks down, her eyelashes brushing along the skin of her cheek. "I know it may not be comfortable to talk about, and there are rumors flying around about what caused you to move here but . . . what happened in New York?"

Finn swallows the uprising tears at the mention of his hometown and what occurred there. He bites on his bottom lip, looking away from Rachel. She seems to notice because she acts quickly, stammering endlessly. "I'm s-sorry, it was rude of me to ask. I was just – "

"No, it's fine," he offers his reassuring smile, "I just don't think you would think the same of me if you knew."

She shakes her head before he can finish. "Of course not. Like you said, you can't change your past. Whatever happened, Finn, I'm sure you've learned from it. Before you move forward, you have to move on."

His eyes lock with hers at her words of wisdom, and he sees the warmth and understanding in her stare. In all these months, no one's got him like that, even the people who went through the semi same situation as him.

Where did Rachel Berry come from?

"Twenty minutes till the bell rings students. Start finishing up."

They break from their connection at the teacher's instructions, and he watches as Rachel hurriedly finishes writing on the paper, her pen running along the sheet. He stares at her guiltily. "I'm sorry, I didn't really help with this lab did I?"

Rachel grins. "It's fine, you can just copy mine." She gets up from her side of the lab table, walking around it to stand beside him. She hands him the written paper, and he smiles thankfully at her before he hurriedly begins to copy the information on his own paper.

Rachel starts to clean up beside him, gathering her textbooks and sliders and placing it in a neat pile for the teacher to come and pick up. She reaches forward to grab the microscope, her short arms inches from getting it.

"Here," he easily leans forward, gripping the microscope between his fingers. He hears a small gasp escape Rachel from beside him and he pulls back, looking at her in confusion. She's staring down at him, and he looks at his shirt to see it ridden up.

Revealing a long and deep scar on his hip.

He quickly pulls his shirt down, ignoring the concern expression plastered on Rachel's face. She touches his hand gently. "Finn, is that a –"

"I'm fine," he cuts, placing a fake smile. He prays she'll drop it.

Of course she doesn't.

"I really do know it's none of my business but . . . "

He grabs his book before she can finish her sentence and stuffs them in his backpack. She draws her hand back from on top of his, staring up at him worriedly as he stands up. The bell signaling the end of third period rings and Finn sighs heavily before returning her glare.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he tells her, as if she never saw the scar. She blinks rapidly before nodding. "Okay."

And then he leaves her with unanswered questions.

Ha Finn totally doesn't understand what's going on in Biology class. And I hope you guys liked it, I'm sorry for the delayed update but here are some spoilers for next chapter called "If It Wasn't For Rachel Berry" :

- A scene between Will and Finn.

- Sexual tension between Rachel and Finn heats up.

That's it for now! How do you think about Quinn and Puck characters? Haha anyways love you all and goodnight! R+R!