Author's Note: I am trying to be as fair as possible with writing my version of Finn. I don't "not like" him, but I don't really understand this character. I know what I see on television. With my past stories, I've tried very hard to respect all the characters. I hope that I write him well enough.

Unexpectedly Yours

16.

Finn's point of view

I was shuffling down the hallway with no care in the world. Then the thought hit me:

I have a girlfriend…where has she been?

I hadn't seen Rachel in a week or two and when I saw her she was acting overly up tight. She's uptight, but not like the way I saw her.

I am an ogre…I'm tall and lanky and I'm sure some people question how I stand up let alone function during the day. Sometimes I put the pieces together easily, but other times I don't.

Just then I saw Rachel and Brittany walking down the hall. I didn't yell anything. I just wanted to observe them. They seemed to be walking closely next to each other. Then I saw something. Rachel grabbed Brittany's hand to hold. I blinked a few times to see if it was real or just my horny boy imagination. Turns out it was real.

"RACHEL!" I bellowed from behind them.

Rachel's point of view

The loudness made Brittany and me jump a little. Hell it made everyone in the hallway jump and immediately stop their conversations.

Finn ran up to us.

"Hi, Finn," Brittany said totally oblivious to what he had witness. He didn't reply.

I knew exactly what was about to happen.

"There's my girl," Finn said and possessively pulled me to his side. He could see Brittany and my conjoined hands being ripped apart from each other. We didn't let go for a few second and until he gave one more tiny pull.

"Finn, please remove your hand," I asked as politely as possible.

"Why?" he asked dumbly.

"For two reasons. One, you kinda hurt me and two, I'm not 'your girl' anymore…" I said.

"Wait…what?" he asked stupidly again.

"I haven't been your girl for awhile," I confessed easily.

"What do you mean, Rachel," he asked with a combination of shock, being confused, and pride in his voice.

"Finn, really," I asked as I hoped he would get smarter in the next few seconds.

He looked at me with a dumb expression on his face. I swear sometimes I wish I could smack it.

"What?" Finn said.

"You're a crappy boyfriend," Brittany spoke up.

"Britt, you're …" Finn started.

"No, don't you dare finish that sentence," I demanded and threw daggers at him.

"You dunno what I was gonna say," he pouted.

"I'm pretty sure, but it doesn't deserve to get repeated," I said.

"Wanna go out tonight," Finn asked.

"Lemme think, uh, nope," I said with a smile from ear to ear.

"Why not?" he huffed.

"We have different views on what being in a relationship means, Finn," I said.

"No, we don't," he insisted.

"Finn, you're embarrassing yourself," I said and looked around us to the crowd that had formed.

"Rachel, I love you," he whispered to me.

"No, you love your video games, your football, and other things that aren't me," I said with hurt in my voice.

"Oh," he said.

"Finn, I've moved on…" I said and smiled up at him.

"Oh, you moved on? To who?" he said as he tried to sound manly so his reputation would survive this conversation.

"You'd be surprised," I said and laughed out loud.

"Not Jewfro!" he said with a look of horror on his face.

"Oh, no, I have standards," I replied with a shiver.

"Then who is he?" Finn asked and raised his voice.

"Brittany," I said as if it was the best idea I have ever had.

Finn's point of view

Did Rachel just tell me that she and Brittany are dating? This is a dream?

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you," I said.

"Brittany and I are dating." Rachel said louder and very slowly as she enunciated every syllable for me to understand.

"Are you joking?" I asked still not totally convinced.

Then Brittany spun Rachel in her direction and grabbed her by waist. Rachel looked up at Brittany and nodded her head. Then Brittany kissed her passionately. Rachel dropped her books to the floor and they made a loud sound so now everyone was looking at us. They kissed for a good few seconds and then they stopped. They both smiled at each other and then immediately looked at me with smiles on their faces. Brittany put her arm around Rachel's shoulder.

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way, Finn, truly I am, but you're not there for me like Brittany is. With her I don't have to question how she feels for me," Rachel said, "It's not forced. We fit together perfectly."

"But…" I said as I stood there and scratched my head.

"No buts, Finn, we are over," she said and sounded happy about it.

I turned my attention to Brittany who had a huge smile on her face.

"Do you know what this means?" I asked her as we stared each other down.

"Yes…it means that Rachel Berry is my girlfriend," Brittany yelled at the tops of her lungs.

Rachel giggled.

"It means that sometime soon we are going to make sweet lady love, but only when she is ready," Brittany said and dropped her arm from Rachel's shoulder, but grabbed her hand to walk away.

She walked a few feet then stopped. She turned around and yelled, "And…it means that I 'stole' her from Finn Hudson, head of the football team. Sorry dude!" she said and overdramatically winked. Then she turned around and threw her arm back onto Rachel's shoulder and they walked away.

I stood there flabbergasted. I wanted to disappear right then and there. I wanted to be invisible.

Rachel's point of view

We turned the corner and I immediately pulled Brittany into the ladies' room. I banged on all of the stall doors to make sure we were alone. Having concluded that we were I walked back to her and pulled her into my arms. You'd think it would be awkward, but magically we just fit together. Then she kissed passionately.

"I'm so turned on right now," she whispered against my lips.

"Really, is that all it takes," I answered softly.

"You were a rock star out there, my little Diva," she said and smiled. We looked at each other while still in each other's arms.

"I have a question, Brittany," I said and started to wiggle out of her embrace. She sensed this and let me go.

"I have an answer," she asked and smiled.

I giggled, but asked, "What do you see in me?"

Brittany's point of view

Is she serious? Can she not see how gorgeous she is? It's up to me to show and tell her.

Rachel's point of view

I wasn't worried because it looked like she was thinking of what to say. I loved watching her think things through. It was adorable. I took the time to go and lean against the wall.

"What do I see in you?" she restated my question.

I nodded.

"I see giant rainbows and huge unicorns. I see light…I see pure goodness in each step you take. I see my happiness rolled up in one Miss Rachel Barbra Berry. I see," she said as she started to walk toward me. When she reached me she grabbed my hands and continued to say, "A sexy, loving, beautiful, kind, compassionate, and giving person. I see my heart's one true desire. I see everything I want and everything I need in this life. I see you, Rachel…"

By that time we were standing mere inches apart. I wanted so badly to lung at her, throw my arms around her and never let go.

I was just about to say something when she started to speak again. She said, "I need to get this last thing out of my head, heart, and mouth and then you can say whatever you want. I know this isn't the most romantic place to be having this conversation, but I'm hoping that you'll take my words into your heart despite where I tell you…Rachel Barbra Berry, I -"

Just then the door flew open and Santana walked in.

Santana's point of view

I came charging into the bathroom after I heard the rumor that Rachel had told Finn off and that Brittany and Rachel were an official couple.

"Britt, I just heard…." I said excitedly.

Both Rachel and Brittany's heads whipped to the sound of the commotion.

"Shit, I'm sorry," I said apprehensively, "Do you want me to leave?"

"No," Brittany said and sighed.

"Everything okay in here?" I asked.

"Totally…now what did you hear," Rachel asked.

"Only that you handed Finn his ass," I said overjoyed.

"Yep, she did…it was awesome," Britt said and clapped her hands.

"It needed to be done," Rachel said and smiled.

"Now we don't have to hide this," Britt said and looked lovingly at Rachel.

"That's why I did it, Brittany," Rachel said, looked down, and continued, "I did it for you!"

Brittany hugged her tightly and whispered. "Well, you got me, Rachel!"

Quinn's point of view

I was walking to my next class when all of a sudden I was yanked into a classroom and the door was slammed shut.

"What the fuck.' I yelled.

"I'm sorry, but I saw you comin' and I needed to ask you a question," Brittany said timidly.

"Geez," I said and then continued to say, "Now how may I help you?"

I smiled.

"I'm sure you heard," Brittany started to say, but I interrupted her.

"Oh, yeah I heard. That's great Brittany…"

"Yep, it is. Afterwards she dragged me into the bathroom," she said.

"Um, do I need to hear this," I joked.

She looked at me with a serious expression on her face.

"Ok, I'm sorry. Go ahead!" I said shyly.

"I was just about to tell Rachel I love her when Santana burst into the room. Now I'm chickening out," Brittany said sadly.

"Britt, it's okay, really. Here, sit," I said and pulled out a chair for her.

"I know how I feel and I think I'm ready to tell her so I'm not questioning that, but what if she doesn't feel the same way," she asked on the verge of tears.

"Well, she just 'got out' of a relationship…"

"He was definitely a crappy boyfriend," she said.

"Yea, well duh!" I said and we both laughed.

"Can you help me Quinn?"

"Um, I guess I could. I told Santana I love her after she had the courage to say it first. I still wish I said it first," I said honestly.

"Oh…do you think that when it's time I'll just know," she asked.

"Definitely," I said and smiled.

"Does it matter where I say it? Like does it have to be in a romantic setting?"

"Only if you want it to be," I said honestly, "We said it on Valentine's Day night at my cabin after we read those poems we wrote for each other. Location isn't important…it's what you and that it is coming directly from your heart."

"Thanks, Quinn, do you mind trying not to say to Santana about this talk," she asked.

"You're welcome. I'll try," I replied.

"It's just that I am really nervous. I love Santana like a sister, but she really doesn't like Rachel a lot. She has made an attempt, which I appreciate. I'm sure I'd hear, 'Manhands' or 'Hobbit' or 'mini Streisand' too much," she said and chuckled.

"I get it, totally," I said and hugged Brittany.

"Ok, I gotta go to class," Brittany said as we walked out into the hallway.