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Time was ticking by so slowly. Finn had moved from tapping his fingers to clicking his pen to finally falling asleep on his desk. In fact, all the boys were asleep and Quinn's pen was moving across her paper so slowly, she would probably be snoring in just a minute too. Rachel was seriously annoyed. They hadn't even been here an hour! Didn't they realize the great strides that could be made in their personal development? Why was no one else excited to be here? She sighed. Maybe she'd just write her own essay. Except, that would be no fun, she was Rachel Berry, exceptionally talented singer and performer, destined for Broadway and three Tony awards, minimum, she didn't need to find out who she was. And also, in the movie, no one wrote their essay anyway. She re stacked her textbooks. Of course, she'd had all of her homework completed before Finn came over last night.

She was still kind of in shock that things were working out between them. Last weekend, they had gone to Breadsticks for their Valentine's date and he had been a perfect gentleman, opening the door for her, bringing her flowers, paying attention to her conversation at dinner and telling her she looked beautiful. He'd dropped her off before curfew and kissed her sweetly and told how much he'd missed her and she'd practically floated to bed that night. School was good too, he'd walked her to classes and sat with her at lunch and at Glee. It felt different than before though. It had only been a week, of course, and she'd gotten grounded from her car and going out on week nights for a month, so they hadn't been alone together much. When they were, she felt like he was holding back. He kissed her sweetly and held her hand, but before, he was always touching her. He'd put his arm around her at lunch, he'd put his hand on her knee in Glee, it was like she was magnet and the minute they were alone, he couldn't be distracted from her lips or her body. She was frowning now. Last night, her dad's had allowed them to watch the movie in her room, with the door open. Before, that meant a movie would play, and they would make out until they heard one of her dad's coming up the stairs. Last night, though, she had watched the whole movie, and although he had snuggled with her, he had fallen asleep halfway through. Combined with the terse way he had acted in the car, she was starting to worry. Maybe he was having second thoughts?

A loud buzz went off, and the librarian jumped up from her desk. Finn knocked his books off the table and Puck's chair dropped to the floor with a slam. Everyone looked a little dazed.

"It's time for a bathroom break! Be back here in 5 minutes." The librarian said and then fiddled with her clock. She was actually timing them. She didn't follow them out into the hall though, so Rachel hurried after Finn and grabbed his hand. She just needed to do a little experiment.

Finn smiled when Rachel took his hand, but then his smile quickly turned into confusion, when she pulled him towards an empty classroom instead of following the others to the bathrooms.

"What are you doing, Rach?" He asked curiously, as she pushed him towards an empty chair. She stood in front of him and started to kiss him and he completely forgot why he cared. He slid he hands around her waist and started to pull her closer. Wow, he loved Saturday school. Oh, crap. "Rachel, wait, we're at school." She pouted at him, he so wanted to kiss her again. But the last thing he needed was to get in more trouble. "Come on, we've got to go back." He stood up and pulled her back down the hall.

She followed after him, not sure if she'd answered her question or not. Why did it feel like he was always holding himself back? They were the last two people to come back in the room, and she blushed at Puck's leering grin and hurried back to her seat.

The librarian reset her timer for noon and repeated her no talking rule. Then she opened a book and was back asleep in ten minutes.

*Glee*

Quinn stared at her history book. It was kind of fitting to be studying history in a room that pretty much held every member of her past dating history. She was annoyed at Finn and Rachel for sneaking off. It was easy to tell by their flushed faces what they had been doing. She thinks she'd probably melt if anyone ever looked at her the way Rachel looked at Finn. And if Finn had ever looked at her the way he looked at Rachel, last year might have turned out a whole lot differently.

Honestly, she feels really bad about the way she acted last year. She still feels a little sick when she thinks how far she might have let that lie go, if Rachel hadn't intervened. She had just been so scared. She'd been so, so scared. And she hadn't really thought about what was going to happen in the future. She still can't believe she'd thought she could hide her pregnancy from her parents. She wishes she could go back and change everything. She never would have had sex with Puck. It wasn't worth it. She regrets it every single day. She wishes she'd put more effort into her relationship with Finn. He was nice and sweet and everything she thinks she needs. Everything Sam is, she thinks. But trying to replace Finn isn't working out so well for her. She's always wanting something. Something darker or more dangerous, something less controlled and more passionate. She pushes those thoughts back though. Especially, when the hazy idea of something, starts to turn into someone.

Her family has always had rules. They are mostly unattainable, be perfect, don't be negative, don't break the mold, and perhaps, an unspoken one, don't feel. Because nothing was ever discussed at her house. Everything was easy and smooth, and anything bad was hidden away. So Finn and Sam, are perfect for who she is supposed to be. Calm, easy to deal with, nice guys. Nice. Just like her, because she was supposed to be a nice girl too. And she didn't know how she and Puck ended up in bed together. There were excuses, she was having a bad day, her boyfriend wasn't paying enough attention to her, but really, she just wanted to feel something. Kissing Finn was nice, but he always seemed over eager to her, like a big puppy. Kissing Sam was nice, but technical and practiced. And Puck, well, she didn't even need to kiss him. Looking at Puck was like holding a lightning bolt.

Last year was awful, she felt like crap the whole time, she hated being mean to Finn, she hated missing everything from the Cheerios, she hated the stares and whispers. She hated staying in the guest room at Puck's messy, chaotic house. But she thinks if there was anything she gained at all last year, it was the ability to feel. She felt scared, she felt miserable, she felt lonely, and for just a minute she felt loved. She moved home after, well, after that happened. She told Puck she needed her life back. She needed to be a Cheerio. She needed that armor back. She needed things to be normal. Or she wouldn't be able to handle it. She couldn't be with him. She had thought she'd get Finn back, but she hadn't needed to try, since Sam had volunteered to take his place. She unconsciously twisted Sam's ring on her finger, it was just one more defense, one more thing to hold her together, to keep the pain in.

She tried not to think about everything that happened. She ignored Puck as much as she could. She didn't talk about it, didn't think about it. But lately, it was getting harder and harder to ignore. Her life at home was a mess. She still felt like an outcast from the Cheerios. She cried herself to sleep. A lot. And more and more often, she fell asleep to the memory of strong arms holding her, fingers trailing through hair he never let her wear up, the echoes of whispers of how beautiful and strong and special she was floating in the air.

The loud buzzer snapped her out of her thoughts. It was lunch time.

*Glee*

They weren't allowed to eat in the library, so the librarian marched them all down to eat their packed lunches at a table in the cafeteria. At first they ate quietly, but then Rachel started rambling about how much their experience was just like a movie. Quinn loved The Breakfast Club, and even though she would normally make fun of it, just because it was Rachel, she hadn't talked to anyone apart from Sam all week and she missed real conversation.

Finn watched Rachel talking to Quinn. It was really weird to see them laughing together. He kept waiting for the minute when Quinn would say something mean and he'd have to comfort Rachel, but it didn't happen. But Quinn was actually being nice. He wasn't sure he'd ever encountered a nice version of Quinn. Or maybe all of his bad memories of her had overshadowed the good. This whole day had felt like the twilight zone. He couldn't figure out what had gotten into Rachel earlier. She was still sitting really close to him. She kept touching him, his arm, his hand, his leg. It was getting hard to focus on his food. He pulled away from her a little and tried to ignore the hurt look that flashed across her face. He turned to talk to Sam and Puck, hoping she'd think that was why and not be mad. But that was a dumb decision, because he wasn't friendly with Sam or Puck at the moment. So he started a conversation about the Browns and counted down the minutes until the longest lunch ever ended.

A/N: Sorry this chapter didn't have a lot of action. This "episode" is kind of setting up the storylines for the rest of the "season". The next chapter should be better!