Rachel sat on the edge of her couch, her eyes wide, staring at the coffee table in front of her. She was in a state of shock due to what she had just seen. Santana was in the next room, naked, with her room-mate. Santana Lopez, girlfriend of Finn Hudson, sleeping with a girl.

Rachel didn't know how she should feel. Guilty that Santana had cheated on Finn. Relieved because this showed that she wasn't lying about Santana being a lesbian. Angry that Finn hadn't believed her when she was telling the truth. Or just indifferent because this really had nothing to do with her. She felt a mixture of all those emotions, though she didn't know which she would act on.

She looked down at the t-shirt that she was holding in her hands. She knew it was Brittany's because it was pink with a picture of a fat cat on it. It was one of her favourite lazy-day t-shirts. Rachel pictured the removal of the t-shirt, being tossed to the side and forgotten about in a passionate rush to the bedroom. This caused Rachel to put the clothing down, suddenly feeling weird about holding it.

She couldn't believe what she had seen. She couldn't believe she was right about Santana. She couldn't believe Finn had thought she was making things up to destroy his relationship. She felt smug that she had been right and Finn had been wrong about her. She wanted nothing more than to show Finn that she had been right. Show him that he had been wrong about her and that she wasn't selfish. That her suspicions of Santana were justified. But how?

Rachel looked at the door of Brittany's bedroom as she heard someone stirring. After a couple of seconds, it went quiet again. They must have just been rolling over or something. As Rachel turned back to the coffee table, her eyes caught sight of a black jacket that had been thrown over the back of the couch. She had never seen it before, which was strange because she knew all of the clothes Brittany owned. After all, they had bee living together for years now. The jacket must belong to Santana.

That's when Rachel got an idea. Reaching into one of the pockets, Rachel grabbed a phone from the jacket. She unlocked the screen, seeing a picture of Santana and Finn as the background. It was definitely Santana's phone. She clicked onto the contacts of the phone and scrolled to Finn's name.

Finn put the last of his groceries into the fridge, staring at the clock as he did. Santana should be home by now. In fact, she should have been home half an hour ago. Finn had no idea where she could be by now. He didn't realise how long it took for a girl to get her nails done.

Finn grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and made his way to the living room. Should he be worried about Santana? He knew she could take care of herself, hell she was a policewoman, she had to take care of herself, but what if something had happened to her? She could have gotten into an accident or something.

Finn turned on the television and flicked absent-mindedly through the channels. His mind was somewhere else, focusing on two girls. Half the time, he was wondering where Santana was and worrying that something had happened to her. The other half, thinking about the wonder that was Rachel Berry. He felt bad about what he had said to her. It may have been a bit harsh, but he had been angry. A girl he barely knew was trying to destroy his relationship by lying about his girlfriend being a lesbian, a technique she had used since college. It was ridiculous of her.

Finn turned off the TV and threw his head back on the couch. It was like his head just wouldn't shut up with thoughts of Rachel, no matter how wrong he knew it was. It was a feeling that Finn hadn't experienced before, so he didn't know what to think of it.

The buzzing of his phone pulled him from his thoughts, making him sit up again. When he grabbed his phone, he saw he had a message from an unknown number. With curiosity flooding through him, he opened the message. It read:

Finn,

I just wanted to apologise for what happened earlier. It was wrong of me to 'make up' the fact that Santana was a lesbian. I hope you forgive me.

-Rachel.

Finn frowned at his screen. How did Rachel his number? And if she was apologising, why did she use quotation marks on the words 'make up'? He noticed that the message had an attachment with it. He opened it, hoping this would answer his questions.

Finn almost jumped out of his seat when he saw the picture that Rachel had sent him. It was a picture of Santana in a bed, her bare shoulders poking out of the sheets as a sign she was naked; or at least topless. But she wasn't alone. Her head was resting on the chest of someone else. The chest of a blonde girl that Finn had never seen before. They both appeared to be sleeping, and cuddling.

Finn's phone buzzed again with another message from the same number. He opened it immediately.

By the way, that's my room-mate. Her name is Brittany. You should meet her some time.

-Rachel.

This time, Finn did jump out of his seat. Anger rushed through his veins. He didn't know whether he was angry at Rachel, or Santana. Probably a bit of both. But Finn needed to do something right now. Grabbing his keys, Finn rushed to the door. He had some confronting to do.

It didn't take long for Finn to reach Rachel's apartment. He remembered where she lived from their first meeting. The doorman also remembered Finn, granting the police officer entrance without question. As Finn walked towards Rachel's door, he began to hear some muffled voices from inside.

"Berry, I'm not kidding around here, where the hell is my tank top?!" Finn instantly recognised Santana's voice. It had yelled at him like that many times.

"I've already told you, I don't know." A quiet voice replied. Finn knew it was Rachel; and she sounded almost... afraid?

"You listen to me you little hobbit," Finn heard Santana say. "You know I'm from a place called Lima Heights Adjacent. Lima Heights makes the crime rate of New York look like Disneyland. If you so much as breathe a word of this to Finn, I will go all Lime Heights on your sorry ass."

Finn reached for the door handle, not bothering to knock. Partly because he was so annoyed at how Santana planned on keeping this from him; partly because he feared Rachel might not make it out alive. After opening the door, Finn barged into the apartment, ending the threats that Santana was giving.

Finn tried to absorb the scene in front of him. Santana was standing in the middle of the room, wearing only jeans and a bra. She was staring at Finn with her mouth hanging open in shock.

He looked at Rachel who was near the wall; she had her arms folded across her body protectively. Her expression was a mixture of fear from Santana's threats, and relief that Finn was here.

And finally, there was the blonde girl that had been with Santana in the picture that Finn had received. She was looking at Finn questioningly, probably because she didn't know who Finn was. She was wearing only a robe which had been put on hastily.

"Finn..." Santana said quietly, breaking the tense silence. "This isn't what it looks like,"

"Really?" Finn said bitterly, taking another step into the room. "Because I think this is exactly what it looks like."

Santana looked down, she now looked ashamed of herself. There was another moment of awkward silence before Santana turned to face Rachel. Her eyes narrowed angrily as she walked towards the smaller brunette.

"Rachel, what the hell did you do?" She said in frustration.

Finn stepped in front of Santana, protecting Rachel from Santana's wrath. "Don't blame Rachel for this." He said sternly. "This is your fault. You've been lying to me this whole time."

Santana looked down again. She opened her mouth to say something, though no words formed. She didn't know how she could defend herself now; there was no way she could back out of the situation.

Breaking the silence, Brittany walked towards Santana triumphantly. "Here. I found your tank top." She smiled, handing it to Santana. "It was just behind the couch."

Finn looked at the blonde, surprised by how relaxed she looked. She didn't look guilty or ashamed, but just... normal. Finn figured she had no idea what was actually going on. She didn't know Finn and probably didn't even know Santana had a boyfriend.

"Finn, I'm so sorry." Santana whispered, tears filling her eyes. "I made a mistake, and I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry." Finn said quietly, not looking Santana in the eye. "Sorry that this whole relationship must have some big joke to you."

Santana shook her head, the tears beginning to spill out of her eyes. "No it wasn't, Finn, I swear."

Finn looked down, a hurt look on his face. "I want you to move out." He said.

Santana looked up at him in surprise. "No." She said, shaking her head. She was clearly hurt by this. "Please, Finn, don't do this."

"It's not up for debate." He said, still avoiding eye-contact. "I'd go get packing if I were you."

Santana looked down, hurt and upset. She was surprised by Finn's reaction, though she didn't blame him. In high school, he had dated a girl who got pregnant. She made him believe that the baby was his, when it was actually his best friend's. She knew how much this must have hurt Finn, which is why she pulled her tank top over her head, prepared to leave.

She looked at Rachel who looked somewhat satisfied, yet guilty at the same time. Giving her a nod goodbye, Santana turned to Brittany. "I guess I'll see you around." She said quietly.

With one last look at Finn, Santana slowly began to leave the apartment. The room was left in a deadly silence, so you could hear a pin drop like it was an explosion. Santana closed the door behind her, the quiet click sounding like a gunshot piercing the silence. The three that were left remained in silence for a few more moments, staring at the closed door.

"Well, isn't it tense in here?" Brittany said, causing Rachel and Finn to turn to here in surprise. "I'm going to go shower, I'll see you guys later."

Finn and Rachel watched Brittany leave the room, leaving just the two of them. Finn took a moment to compose himself after his breakup, before turning to Rachel. She looked at him with sadness in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry." Rachel said earnestly, feeling guilty that she had caused this pain in Finn.

"Don't be." Finn told her, speaking quietly. "It wasn't your fault."

"But it was." Rachel told him, looking down at the floor. "It's my fault that you're in pain, anyway. If I hadn't told you then none of this would have happened."

"Exactly." Finn smiled slightly, as much as he could given the situation. "I would still be dating a lesbian." Finn sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Thank you."

"For what?" Rachel asked, thinking she had no reason to be thanked.

"For warning me about Santana. For sending me that picture. For everything."

Rachel smiled slightly. "Any time." She shrugged.

"And, I owe you an apology." Finn said, taking a step towards Rachel.

"No you don't." She assured him.

"Yes I do." He insisted. "I was horrible to you in the store earlier. I had no right to call you selfish when I don't even know you. You tried to warn me about Santana and I was just a jerk. I'm sorry, Rachel."

"It's fine, Finn. Really." Rachel assured him, smiling.

"Yeah, well," Finn pulled a half smile. "I owe you one."

Rachel looked at him with a smirk. "You owe me one?" She echoed, happy to have heard the words.

"Yeah."

"Good." Rachel smiled with delight, making Finn frown slightly, wondering what she had planned. "Then you can take me on a date."

"Excuse me?" Finn said, surprised by her forwardness. Though he didn't know why he was even surprised any more, Rachel had always been forward.

"You said you owe me one. I say you own me a date."

"Rachel..." Finn began, about to tell her that he didn't think them going on a date would be a good idea.

"Finn." Rachel said before he had the chance. She seemed to know what he was going to say, and wouldn't allow him to say it. "You said-"

"I know what I said." Finn interrupted. "But I'm not sure us going on a date would be a good idea."

"And why not?" Rachel asked with a frown. "What have you got to lose?"

Finn contemplated his decisions for a moment, leaving Rachel looking at him expectantly. In the end, he sighed and shook his head, not believing how only Rachel could make him do this. "Fine. I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7."

A/N: I'm sorry if this chapter was a little disappointing. I was just having difficulty writing it for some reason. Also, I'm sorry but I'm going to be going back to school in a couple of days, which means slower updates. But I'll try and get the date chapter out as soon as possible.

Anyway, thank you all for reading, and don't be afraid to leave me a review!