Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of its characters.

I don't know how it happens, but suddenly I wake up on a living room, lying on the couch with the TV on, a football game on it. I frown as I don't remember how I got there, so I get up and head towards the nearest room of the apartment - the kitchen; and as I hear noise coming from there, I assume Puck or Sam are making something to eat, and maybe they know something about how I got to the living room?

However, as soon as I spot a small figure leaning on the kitchen counter, I stop dead on my tracks: Rachel is wearing a small, pink apron with nothing underneath it, and even though I'm a sensitive guy and I manage to think with my first head most of the time, the vision is enough to make all the blood in my body rush south and it makes me angry that I'm not able to control my body when it comes to her - when it comes to Rachel, I'm always at her mercy.

Feeling my eyes on her back, Rachel suddenly turns around, hands on her hips and a beam on her lips as she spots me from across the kitchen. Slowly, she walks towards me, and I can hear heels knocking against the wooden floor of the kitchen as she moves, and even though the idea of someone wearing nothing but an apron and high heels sounds like something from porn, Rachel manages to make it look natural - sexy. Then again, when isn't she sexy?

"I was wondering when you'd be up." She finally says as her small hands find my chest, playing with the buttons on my shirt. I gulp loudly and look down at her, the apron offering me quite the generous view down her cleavage. "You've been knocked out for like, two hours. I was starting to get worried, really." She giggles as she tugs on the belt loops of my pants and looks up at me with her warm eyes.

"Y-yeah, well um, 'bout that... I'm not so sure if I remember how I got here."

She raises an eyebrow at me. "What do you mean?" She blinks at me, her mouth twisted into a pretty pout.

I rub my face, groaning. How to explain this to her? "I don't know, I'm just really confused - you know, like, when you're in a dream and you just sort of appear somewhere? Out of nowhere, you are just... There. It's hard to explain." I wave my hands in the air, motioning to let it go.

She frowns, placing her warm hand to my forehead. "Poor baby, you're sweating - must be the heat." She blinks. "C'mon, let's get you to sit down." She takes me by the hand and leads me to the living room, sitting me down on an armchair that I've never seen before - come to think of it, the living room looks rather different as well. All my thoughts disappear, however, as I feel Rachel climbing onto my lap and smiling sweetly at me, peaking at me from beneath her long, thick lashes. She leans in and kisses my forehead with her full, rosy lips. Automatically, I shiver under her touch - no one has ever had this power over my body before, I don't know how she does it.

Apparently, she notices how I shiver and plants another kiss on my skin, this time on my cheek. "Poor baby, you've been working yourself too hard lately. Here," She runs her nails up and down my chest before massaging me softly with her small palms. "I think you could use a rub." I can hear the meaning in her voice and my dick automatically twitches in my boxers - I don't know if it's because of the heat, but suddenly my body feels like it's on fire.

Rachel, satisfied with my reactions, leans in and presses her delicious lips to mine, her tongue easily sliding into my mouth without permission - not that she needs any, she can gladly stick her tongue down my throat 24/7, as far as I care. We kiss and I manage to get my hands on her hips, gripping her waist tightly and rocking my hips into hers, making her let out a small mewl into my mouth; she stops kissing me and smirks at me, her eyes darker and deeper than before. She begins placing soft kisses down my jawline to my neck, sucking on various spots on my neck, making me groan out her name, she's such a tease, this one.

And just as I'm getting used to the feeling of her lips on my skin, she pulls away and gets off my lap, making me pout childishly. "Ah now, don't you pout." She smirks. "Mama's gonna take good care of you." She says and before I have time to process anything, she sinks down on her knees in front of me and begins undoing the buttons on my pants - man, she's hot. She finally finishes and leans in, taking my zipper between her lips and pulling it down with a smirk, her lustful eyes staring up at me like I'm her favorite meal and believe me, she can have me as much as she wants.

Her hand finds the bulge in my boxers, my pants now down my ankles as she begins rubbing up and down, up and down, making me buck into her small palms. I look down at her with a pleading look in my eyes and she smirks, raising an eyebrow. "Impatient, aren't we?" She says, gripping onto me tighter than before. I moan loudly. "Well, that's okay, I'll help you with that." And before I know it, she is pulling my boxers down my ankles as well, licking my tip slowly, her wet tongue making my hips buck out of the armchair - I did not see that coming.

"F-fuck." I groan, tangling my fingers in her hair while my other hand rests on her shoulder. She licks me up and down, her dark eyes staring up at me with lust written all over them, she wants me so bad and I can feel it, I can see it in her.

Finally, she takes me in her wet mouth, it feels velvety and hot and makes me buck into her involuntarily, making more of my length slide into it, my tip hitting her throat - she doesn't seem to mind, as she only begins to slide me into her mouth again, in and out, in and out, her tongue brushing against my swollen skin each time, making me shiver and moan out her name. Her hands find my balls and I can feel my stomach flipping and tightening and that can only mean one thing.

"R-Rachel, I'm coming." I warn her, but she only nods slightly and begins to suck onto me harder, her tongue twirling around my length faster. I can't hold it any longer, she makes me feel too good, so I let go in her throat and tug harder onto her hair, forcing her head to stay there for a second or two as I spill everything I have in her mouth, shaking as the pleasure waves run through my body.

My eyelids are heavy, I'm breathing fast and my throat is dry, but as I watch Rachel clean the corner of her mouth with her long fingers and lick the tip of them with a smirk, I know it's all worth it.

"Woah... T-that was..." I breathe, but I'm not able to come up with anything. She giggles at my muteness, playing with her hair.

"I know." She then licks her lips, slowly, and moans. "Ohh Malcom, you taste so good." She is so sexy and - hold on. Malcom?!

I look down in panic and examine my body - I do look skinnier, my hands are smaller and my legs are way shorter! I run towards the nearest room I can find, luckily, it's the bathroom, and as I stand in front of the mirror, my eyes widen - oh no. I'm Malcom. I'M MALCOM! I touch my way too smooth skin and poke my fatless stomach with a frown, I feel so weird and confused, I wonder how I didn't notice it before - having Rachel sucking my cock like a pro probably has something to do with it.

"Oh, shit." I breathe heavily, running my fingers through my well-brushed hair. I cringe at the unfamiliar feeling. "Oh fuck, shit! This can't be happening!" I run out of the bathroom, only to find Rachel staring at me, her eyes large in shock as she puts on a shirt - Malcom's shirt. The sight of her in another man's clothes makes me sick in my stomach, but she doesn't seem to mind as she rests her hands on her hips and walks towards me, lacing her arms around my neck - a task that would've been impossible if I were at my regular size.

"Babe, you okay? You look a little flushed there." She runs her hands on my cheeks and kisses my forehead. "It's okay, c'mon, we'll get you some water and everything will be okay."

She sits me down on the kitchen chair and pours me a glass of water while I watch her, my heart flipping wildly in my chest - it hurts to know that this is how she behaves around him, how she feels whenever he's around - she acts like a true girlfriend and not like a girl who earns her money by shaking her naked body on strangers' laps. I wish she'd behave this way around me, Finn, and the thought breaks my heart because I know it's not going to happen, not likely.

"Okay, you should drink this," She says, handing me the glass of water with a worried expression. "And then, you'll close your eyes and count to three with me, okay? It'll help you feel better. Alright, drink." I drink the water without questioning her, gulping onto it loudly. She runs her fingers through my hair in the meantime, and I choke down the voice in my head that says that she wouldn't do that if I were Finn.

She tells me it's time to count so I close my eyes and hear her voice as she counts. "One..." I breathe in. "Two..." I hold my breath. "Three." I breath out, and when I open my eyes, she's not there anymore.

Everything from Malcom's apartment has vanished and I wake up, sweat dripping down my forehead and chest as I look around, breathing easily as I take in my surroundings - I'm in my room, lying on my bed. It's over, it was just a nightmare. I run my hands on my face and sigh in relief, because that was scary as fuck. I decide to get up to get some fresh air so I put on my sweatpants and walk to the kitchen, opening the second drawer - where we keep the plates - and smile as I find a small cigarette package hidden beneath all the dishes - Puck, the fucker, has been trying to quit smoking for two years now, but sometimes, he needs a little relief, and so he keeps this hidden stack here, though Sam and I both know about it. I take one cigarette out of it and throw the package in the garbage - Puck really needs to let go of these filthy things.

I light up my cigarette and lean against the balcony, blowing out some smoke as I watch the New York City lights shining bright everywhere - I love the noise, I love the people, everything about this place; doesn't quite feel like home, but it does get pretty close to it.

After I'm done with my cigarette, I throw it out and walk towards the bathroom, brushing my teeth roughly - I don't want to get the taste or the smell of cigarette in my mouth - and head back to my bedroom. As I sit on my bed and look at my bedside table, I breathe out as I see what time it is - 3am. I reach out for my phone and check for any missed calls - three from my mom and one from my step brother, Kurt. Great. However, as I'm about to drop my cellphone on the bedside table again and return to my sleeping state, the phone buzzes, so I reach for it, only to find out that I have a new text message.

When can we meet again? I was pretty sure you'd call me by now. - Rachel*

I frown as I read it again and again - this can't be true, can it? I wonder what to text her for a moment before I come up with a How did you get my number?

I have my ways - so, when? This week has been awful and I really need to let go and relax a little.

I feel that burning sting on my chest again as I read her message; so that's all I'm good for - letting go and relaxing. You'd think that as a girl who was willing enough to have sex with me in a bathroom stall, she'd at least consider me a friend, right? Not Rachel, it seems. And even though I know it's wrong, even though I know I should be letting her go, ignoring her and never calling her again, I type the words fast and painfully.

I'll call you tomorrow with the time and place. Let me go back to sleep.

And as I save her number on my cellphone, I sigh, feeling like shit. I shouldn't be doing this, giving her reasons to play with me, because I know it's wrong - not only is she seeing someone, but she also doesn't give a fuck about my emotions (if Puck heard me right now, he'd punch me in the arm and call me a pussy)... But a big part of me, the lower part, thinks that I can't go by another week without having her again. And I know that part is right.

xXx

We agree to meet in my apartment on a late afternoon - we can't meet at her place because of Malcom, he likes to hang out there whenever she's home - and she tells me to buy us something to eat and decent boxers because my last ones were stained and they turn her off (and though we both agree that her statement wasn't fair, I had no idea that she'd even see my boxers that day, I buy new boxers anyway because I do need them).

I order Chinese food - vegan for her, loads of chicken for me - and buy some beer for the both of us; I also dress up with my nicest pair of jeans, new socks, the shirt my mom sent me for Christmas and clean shoes; I smell nice, I look nice, food is here - everything's perfect. Now, the only thing missing is Rachel.

At six pm exactly, there's a knock on my door - I rush to open it and smile uneasily as the person who stands behind the door isn't exactly who I was expecting: Santana stands in front of me, her hands on her hips and a smirk on her face as she lets her eyes wander on my body, analyzing me up and down. She licks her lips, throws her dark, heavy hair back and clears her throat.

"Hey, Giant." She smirks, raising an eyebrow at me. "You goin' somewhere?"

I frown. "Uh, no... Why'd you ask that?"

She gestures towards my whole body. "You look all fancy and stuff, and you even smell clean - I figured you were leaving somewhere or something."

I rub the back of my neck, feeling my cheeks turn red. "N-no, um, actually, I'm waiting for someone."

Her dark eyes widen, just like her smirk. "Ooh, a girl, is it?" She wiggles her eyebrows at me and chuckles. "Good for you, Giant. Good for you." She nods and then stays silent for a moment, until it's too awkward. So she gestures to the elevator and shakes her head. "Um, I should go. I'll come back later, alright? Good luck with your date." She smirks at me and presses the elevator button.

As the door opens, I can feel my knees giving in - Rachel stands there, picking on her nails as if nothing happened. She looks up as she notices that the door opened and smiles brightly at her friend standing in front of her.

"Oh, San, hi!" She says, throwing her arms around Santana and hugging her for a brief moment, her eyes locked with mine while I stare at her, I can read all the questions she wants to ask me from her look, but I decide to look away anyway.

Santana is the first to pull away and raises an eyebrow. "Rachel? What are you doing here? I thought we were only going out tomorrow..." She looks around for a moment, her frown growing. "And this isn't even my floor." She shoots me a dirty look and I swear that her eyebrows raise into her hairline. "Rachel..." She sighs, running her fingers through her black hair.

"Relax 'Tana, it's not what you think." She shakes her head. "Finn's friend is having a party next week and needs entertainment, and since Finn is such a good guy, he called me to see if I was interested - and of course I said yes! I'm just here to talk about the last details, you know how I like to organize my appointments." If Rachel was in need of a job, I'm sure she would be an amazing actress; honestly, it's incredible how she manages to get out of every difficult situation with a perfect excuse, right on the right time.

Santana nods, and though I can tell that she has something else to say, she ends up entering the elevator and going back to her place, telling Rachel to step by later, if she wants.

As the Latina disappears, Rachel hurries in my direction, and seconds later, when she's already inside the apartment, she slaps my arm repeatedly, spitting nasty words at me and shoving me on the living room couch, only to straddle me and slap my chest as well.

"Ow, ow, what the fuck?!" I hiss, trying to get her off my lap, but she only tightens her legs around my torso and slaps me harder. "Rachel!"

"Don't Rachel me, you asshole!" She growls, finally getting off me. I rub my chest with a slight pout as she scoffs, crossing her arms in front of my chest. "You've got a lot of nerve, you know that? First, we hook up, then you don't call me, and when you do call me, Santana, who is my friend, happens to be leaving your apartment! What, she's not giving up to you or something?"

I roll my eyes at her. "That's rich coming from you, isn't it? You're dating this Malcom guy - by the way, what kind of name is that? - and you want me to be 'faithful' to you or whatever? Real nice, Rachel. Real nice."

Her features soften a little and she is now sitting on her side, staring at me with big, brown eyes. "It's not that, you can hook up with anyone you want, get all the pussies in New York, I don't care, but..." She bites her lip. "Santana is my friend and she really is nice. I don't want to get in the way of what's going on between the two of you, she deserves to have someone who cares for her, Finn."

I love the way she says my name. I turn to her so that I can look at her in the eye. "Nothing is going on between us, Rachel. Santana just happened to drop by a little earlier than you did, that's all."

She raises an eyebrow at me. "You sure?"

I roll my eyes once again. "Why would I lie to you, really? Besides, I might be doing this with you," I breathe. "But I'm not that guy - if I have a girlfriend, then I'm not going to cheat on her just to get a nice fuck and then pretend nothing happened. That's Puck's department, you know." She giggles softly, twirling a piece of her hair on her small finger, her eyes penetrating mine with a powerful gaze. She leans closer and so do I, and before I know it, we're kissing - her tongue slides sensually in my mouth, playing with my tongue as her fingers snake into my hair, tugging on it.

She slides easily to my lap, her legs around my torso as she grinds against me, and I can already feel my jeans getting tighter by the second - she turns me on so quickly -, she tugs on my hair again, her mouth now finding that spot on my neck that drives me insane, it's like she knows how my body works and where to touch me. I feel her breath hot and moist on my ear as she whispers:

"Take me to your bedroom."

I don't need to be told twice, my hands are on her ass as I lead her out of the living room, clumsily bumping my knee against the coffee table, making me wince and earning a giggle from her. As we reach my bedroom, I throw her on the bed and stand between her parted legs, soaking in the sight of her sprawled on the bed and waiting for me, she needs me and I need her as well. She supports herself on her elbows and reaches out for my belt, swiftly undoing it while she smirks up at me, battling her eyelashes at me, her warm palm brushing against my growing erection as I moan her name.

She tugs my pants down once she undoes all the buttons and now, I hover on top of her in my shirt and boxers, staring down at her - she is still fully clothed. I kiss her neck soundly, my tongue making wet paths of saliva on her skin while she wiggles underneath me. I help her out of her dress and smirk down at her, taking in the sight of her standing beneath me in nothing but a pair of black lacy panties - she says the dress didn't require a bra.

I continue to lick, nip and moan into her neck while she runs her manicured nails up and down my back, bucking her hips into mine. "Finn?" She asks while I'm sucking on her neck, our chests brushing against each other's, making me growl out in pleasure.

"Hmm?" I ask, though I'm only half listening, since I'm too occupied with my current task.

"Could you, um..." I feel her skin heating up. "Not leave a mark?" She asks and the last part comes out so quietly that I can barely hear it.

I pull away instantly, frowning at her with a confused expression written all over my face. "What?"

"It's just... I don't... I don't want Malcom to see it." She looks away and there's that pain in my chest again, burning through me. I nod silently, attaching my lips back to her neck, but not sucking on it this time, just running my tongue up and down her neck. "B-but maybe you could... Leave a mark somewhere else?" She blushes, biting her lip and pulling away from me, staring up at me while I grin down at her.

"Yeah?" She nods, spreading her legs wider for me. I begin kissing my way down her throat, licking on the skin of her breasts as I find them, her nipples erect and evident in front of me, and I don't resist it, nibbling on them and kissing each one slowly, taking my time with her body. She shivers under my touch, bucking her hips against my chest with a whine and a faint Finn coming out of her mouth, honestly, she might be enjoying this a lot, but not as much as I am - she tastes so sweet.

I slide my hands down her panties while my lips rest on her stomach, tickling her bellybutton with my tongue while she bucks into me, needing more. The heat and wetness inside her panties is unbearable, so I brush my thumb against her swollen clit, feeling her breathing while I slide my index finger in her folds, playing with the wetness that rests there - she's so ready for me, so needy, so perfect. As I slide a second finger inside of her, she grips my hair tightly and begins to shove my head downer, making me realize what she truly wants: my mouth.

She spreads her legs wider while I drag my tongue on her inner thighs, reaching her core, only to plant a soft kiss on her covered folds and move my mouth to her other thigh, nibbling on the skin of her legs. Rachel grips the sheets tightly and protests with whines of frustration, and that does it for me - I lean in and kiss her inner thighs while my index fingers are hooked inside her panties, pulling them down slowly, my mouth watering at the sight of her wet pussy, she needs me so badly.

Before I know what I'm doing, I automatically find her clit, my tongue flicking it repeatedly, teasing it again and again, making her hips buck out of the bed. I lace both of my arms around her hips then, not only for support, but to be sure that she will stay still while I work with her. She laces her fingers in my hair, her nails teasing my scalp while she bucks into my face, needing more of me, more of my mouth. I get the message and immediately decide to change my plans, latching on her clit with my wet lips while I slide two fingers inside of her folds, moaning at the sound of our skins touching.

"You taste so fucking sweet." I mumble into her, sucking harder onto her clit. "Like fucking strawberries."

She lets out a husky giggle while she forces more of my face inside of her, murmuring a faint "deeper" and making me growl, letting go of her clit and replacing my mouth with my thumb, pressing against it while my tongue slides into her folds, licking up everything she has to offer. She lets out a loud, long moan while I sloppily lick her wetness, my nose brushing against her clit every now and then and before I know it, her walls are tightening around my fingers while she comes, gushing her orgasm all over my face, making me lick every drop of it, licking her dry.

When I pull away from her, she is left panting with a huge smirk on her lips, her fingers caressing my hair while I lay on her stomach, feeling it rising and falling as she breathes.

After a minute or two of silence, I pull away and look up at her, trying to read her expression - she is staring at me blankly, her eyes deep and dark as she bites onto her lower lip.

"Your turn." She says simply, laying me on my bed and climbing on top of me, her mouth trailing a path of kisses down my neck.

It's safe to say that we spend the rest of the afternoon and a big part of that night in the bedroom, rolling around on my bed.

xXx

Two days after that afternoon with Rachel, I'm going through my stuff when I find something lying on my bedroom floor and as I hold it on my large palm, I smirk - she forgot her panties with me. I shove them down my pockets and run my fingers through my hair, checking myself in the mirror - I do look good today, maybe the fact that I was thoroughly fucked by the hottest chick on the planet two days ago has something to do with it.

I grin to my reflection as I remember that I have a date - or whatever it is - with Rachel today, at her apartment. She says that Malcom will have classes all day long so he won't be bothering us and that her bed is bigger, not to mention she'll let me choose whatever I want for her to wear if we meet there, and really, how am I supposed to say no to that?

I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket but as I reach into it and read the screen, I roll my eyes - another text from Rachel. She has been sending me those all day long, telling me what to wear, what to bring and it's honestly driving me crazy, so I decide to ignore it, in order to keep calm and manage to have a nice evening with her. I get in my car and drive to the adress she sent me last night - I like that about her, too, how organized and tidy she is, she's always planning everything she does and that is a nice quality, for me, at least.

As I finally reach her building, I take the bouquet I bought her from the backseat of my car and dig my keys in my pockets, locking the car and heading inside. I press on the elevator button and shrug off the weird feeling I'm getting as an old lady stares at me up and down, a sweet smile on her wrinky lips. I get in the elevator and press the fifth and the third floor - because one is the old lady's floor and the other is Rachel's, and after she leaves, I sigh in relief, turning around to check myself on the mirror once again, making sure everything is on it's right place. I leave the elevator as I reach my floor and walk towards Rachel's front door, ringing the doorbell once and standing in front of the door with a shaky smile on my lips, I just can't wait to see her.

But instead of seeing Rachel's gorgeous brown eyes, I meet cold, blue eyes and before I register what's going on, I see Malcom standing in front of me, a frown on his face as he looks at me.

"Um, hi." He says and I can feel the coldness in his voice. "Finn, right?"

Fuck, shit, fuck. "Y-yeah, um, hi, hello." I gulp loudly, playing with the collar of my shirt.

His frown deepens. "What are you doing here?" Suddenly, his confusion goes always and annoyance takes over his face. "And whose flowers are those?" He raises a neat eyebrow at me, his blue eyes piercing through me, making me uncomfortable. I'm pretty sure he is seconds away from punching me when Rachel appears behind him, her smile shaky and nervous as she greets me, lacing her arms around Malcom's waist.

"Finn, hi!" She says a bit too cheerfully. "I'm glad you've finally made it! We've been expecting you!"

"You have?" I raise an eyebrow at her.

"We have?" Malcom spits, turning away from me for a moment to stare at Rachel blankly.

"Malcom dear, don't be rude, of course we have!" She rolls her eyes at me. "Come in, Finn!"

"I-I'm not sure if I should... Um, I've got, um, stuff to do."

Malcom nods. "Yeah, you should go then."

"Malcom!" Rachel shrieks. "Finn is here to see her." She shakes her head, motioning to the living room. "She's on the couch, Finn, come on in."

I don't know who is she but certainly, anything is better than standing in the middle of the hall with a very angry Malcom staring at me. As I walk into their apartment, I lay my eyes on the couch, only to find Santana there, running her eyes on a fashion magazine, a bored expression on her face; and as soon as I walk in, she notices my presence and looks up at me with a beam on her lips. "Finn, what are you doing here?"

I gulp, opening my mouth multiple times, trying to say something, but nothing seems to come out.

"Yeah, I've been wondering the same thing." Malcom spits through his teeth, eyeing me with disgust.

"Well, let me explain." Rachel smiles and clears her throat. "As I thought you wouldn't be spending the afternoon home, dear, I decide to invite Santana and Finn over so that we could watch some movies, pop some popcorn, etc, but as soon as I got your text message saying that your classes had been canceled," She looks at me with a certain gaze, almost like she's explaining to me why he is home. "it was too late and San was already on her way, and I did try to cancel with Finn, but he said that he really wanted to come find Santana, and now I know why." She motions towards the bouquet in my hands and I clear my throat, raising an eyebrow at her. "Well, Finn..." She says, looking at me sweetly and pointing at Santana, who has a blank look on her face. "Don't you have something you'd like to say to her?"

And finally, I understand what she wants me to do - but I won't do it, I don't wanna do it, I don't even like Santana that way... I mean, sure, she's really attractive and has an amazing humor, but she is just not what I'm looking for in a girl. But as Rachel looks at me, her eyes pleading in silence for mercy, I know that this is the only way I'll be able to continue with whatever we have, so I before I can overthink this, I walk towards Santana and smile down at her, shoving the bouquet on her face.

"Santana..." I clear my throat. "Will you go out with me?"

She is looking at me in a way that makes me feel like I've grown a second head or something, but she takes the bouquet in her hands and holds it to her chest. She sniffs on the flowers and smiles up at me, a sweet expression on her face. "I'd love to, Giant."

What? Wasn't she supposed to turn me down or something? I look at her with wide eyes and my jaw is hanging down. "I- what, you will?"

She laughs. "Don't act so surprised - you are good looking, and pretty nice, too. I'd llove to go out with you again."

I smile shakily, rubbing the back of my neck. "I-I, really? I mean, great, that's-that's great, woah, yeah, um... Okay." I feel so confused.

She then looks at Rachel, a smirk on her lips. "And you knew about this?"

Rachel smiles uneasily. "Of course I did. I told you I'd get back at you for playing matchmaker with me and Malcom!" She giggles in a way that makes it sound like a shriek and though I don't want to show nervousness, I can feel the sweat dripping down my forehead, this wasn't supposed to be happening.

Santana walks to Rachel and wraps her arms around her neck, burying her face in her neck and giggling. "Oh, this is awesome!" She says, looking between the four of us. "Yeah, I mean, first, Malcom asks Rachel to move in with him and now this? What a day, huh?" She raises an eyebrow at me. "Isn't that great, Finn?" She says my name a bit pointely, but I nod with a smile, swallowing down all the information while I feel Rachel's stare burning through me.

Rachel is moving in with Malcom?

"Y-yeah." I whisper. "Great, it's great." I manage to smile, ignoring the warm pain in my chest, making me feel like I've just been punched again and again until I bleed.

"Well, we should leave these two alone, Lord knows that it only takes two seconds of them being alone before they're pouncing on each other!" Santana laughs. "Besides, Finn is going to give me a ride home, we both live on the same building," She tells Malcom with a smile. "And who knows, maybe we could start planning our date on the way?" She smirks at me, playing with a stray of her hair. I smile.

"Y-yeah, okay." She takes my arm and leads me out of the apartment, pressing the elevator button while squeezing my bicep, smiling up at me. I try my best to return the smile before I turn around and find Rachel staring at me from the door, Malcom's arms around her waist while she looks at me, her eyes sad and cold, nothing like what they were when we were at my bedroom. She shoots me an apologetic look and mouths a soft "sorry" before she walks inside with Malcom, smiling shakily as he kisses her cheek before shutting the door.

I look blankly at the elevator door, trying to sink in all the information that I've received in last that ten minutes: Rachel and I almost got caught, Malcom and Rachel are moving in together, Rachel seems to be sad about all of this and somehow, I manage to get myself a date with Santana.

I rub my face with my large hands and sigh tiredly: It's going to be a long, long week.

A/N: As you can see, Malcom's character is going to be appearing more often now, and so will Santana; and if you're wondering why was she so OOC on the last part, don't worry, everything will clear out on the nex chapter. I hope it was worth the wait! Review!