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'It's wrong to hate Evianna Rachel.' I kept telling myself as I let the hot water of my shower run over me. I know that it was wrong to hate her because I didn't know her that well but she has what I want. She's just one more person in Rachel Berry's life that's taken what you deserve.

"Maybe you're being a bit bitchy and over dramatic." I said aloud as I enter into the living room in my towel brushing my hair.

"Bitchy and over dramatic about what?" I hear Finn's voice say from behind me. I let out a scream and pull my towel closer to my body.

"Oh my god Finn! How'd you get in here?" I shouted.

"Kurt gave me the key." he said laughing. "Are you ok? Why are you so red?"

"I'm in a towel Finn. Just let me go get dressed." I said still pulling my towel, making sure my body was covered.

"Come on Rach. I've seen you more naked than that. Besides what's one boob between friends." he joked.

"Wow. You sound more and more like Noah all the time." I said rolling my eyes before going to my bedroom to get dressed.

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"So what are you doing here?" I asked joining Finn on the couch.

"Well let's see. My girls are gone and I couldn't take one more discussion about pleated or rolled napkins." Finn answered.

"Ohh. Ok. Well what do you want to do?" I asked with a smile.

"Anything. I'm yours all day. Let's do it." He said returning my smile.

"Let's go to F.A.O. Schwartz." I said happily.

"Isn't that like a toy store?" Finn asked.

"No. It's not just a toy store. It's a world famous toy story. It's been in movies Finn." I said trying to convince him of the coolness of the place.

"I believe you Rachel, jut don't expect me to have fun." Finn said. I began to pout. "Trust me. I've been in my share of toy stores. They're all the same. I just don't want you to, you know think you had this great idea when it's not going to work."

"Let's go. You'll see." I said pulling him by the hand out of the apartment.

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"This is a toy store?" Finn asked trying to hide the excitement in his voice when we arrived.

"Yeah. I promise you it's fun." I said pulling him along. I started to see the boyish Finn that I loved so many years ago return as we explored the store. He was so amused at how there toys in there from when he was a child.

"Thanks for this Rachel." he said pulling me into a hug. He smelled like Cool Water and memories.

"You're welcome. I just wanted you to get your mind off being alone for a little while." I said into his chest.

"You hungry?" he asked.

"Yeah. Let's go back to my place. I still have some leftovers." I said. He smiled and I followed him out of the store.

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"Rachel what are all of these DVDs?" Finn called from the living room.

"Which ones? I yell back.

"These ones in these pink cases." he said bringing a handful of them into the kitchen.

"Oh. Nothing." I said embarrassed.

"Tell me."

"It's really nothing." I said blushing.

"If you don't tell me I'm going to put one in." Finn said teasingly.

"They're old performances." I blurted out.

"Like from Broadway?" he asked.

"Uh no. McKinley." I whispered.

"The New Directions!" he said excitedly. "We've gotta watch them!" I gave him a big smile and I carried the trays of food into the living room.

"Put this one in." I said.

"Ok. Which one is this?" he asked.

"You'll see." I said sweetly. He joined me on the couch. I watched as he eyes grew large and began to tear up.

"This is...uh is...is..." he stammered fighting back tears. "This is Nationals. Our Senior year."

"Yeah. I watch this one a lot." I said quietly.

"I would to." he whispered, his eyes glued to the TV. "That was so amazing."

"I know. It was special. We were finally special." I said.

"You were always special Rach. You know that." Finn said looking at me.

"Yeah I guess." I said quietly, looking at the TV.

"Rachel." He said grabbing my hand. "You were special. You are special."

"Finn..." I started but he stopped me.

"You know you are. All of your dreams came true Rachel. NYADA, New York, Broadway, being a star. It all happened." he said.

"Not all my dreams came true." I whispered. He squeezed my hand and gave me a sweet smile.

"I wasn't a dream. I was a familiarity." Finn said. I began to cry. He pulled me into his arms and tried to shush me and console me. "I didn't meant to hurt you."

"You didn't." I said wiping a tear from my eye. He gave me that classic Finn crooked smile and I couldn't make myself resist. I leaned up and kissed him. It felt like fireworks.

"Rachel what the hell are you doing?" Finn shouted, pushing me away from him.

"I thought...I just thought..." I began.

"You thought what? That because I was being nice to you and wanting to start our friendship over that it was ok to kiss me?" Finn yelled. He gathered his things and left.

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"Rachel what the hell is wrong with you?" Kurt yelled at me through the phone.

"I made a mistake." I said.

"You think? I told you that he was married." Kurt said angrily.

"I messed up Kurt. Ok? His wife doesn't have to know anything he doesn't want her to know." I said.

"Listen to me ok. This is probably going to make your sting of rejection worse but this is one of the reasons Finn decided not to invite you to his wedding." Kurt said.

"What?"

"You would have a made a scene in front of everyone attending if he had danced with you." Kurt said.

"Look Kurt, I told you. I made a mistake. I read the situation wrong and everything turned out wrong. You don't have to call me and lecture me at 9:30 in the morning. I'm not a little girl." I said rolling over in bed.

"Maybe when you stop acting like a little girl I would be able to stop treating you like one. We're not in high school anymore and Finn's not married in some project for some stupid class. This is real life and I'll be damned if I let you get in the way of my brother being finally happy." Kurt said angrily before I heard the click.