Should I call her?

Should I text her?

Should I (accidentally) walk by her house and pretend to faint in front of the gate?

Should I stalk her?

Those four neatly written questions were possibilities/plans to make Quinn Fabray my new friend. The only problem was picking one.

The first option (and probably the most ideal one) was calling. It's simple, direct, and practical. The dilemma is that I'm neither of those things. I'm aware of my flaws and I think that I tend to make things a bit… convoluted. Calling someone is an easy task for most people- they just call the person, tell them what they want, then say goodbye. Unfortunately, I do not possess the talent to be uncomplicated. Long story short, I refuse to call her because of my personality.

Second option: Texting. I've never liked texting. It's impersonal and imbecilic- two things I am not. I spread joy and I'm very animated. Texting, I believe, should be only for emergencies or short messages. Never for feelings or plan-making.

Third: I'm a fantastic actress and can pull fainting. The only problem is my head falling on the pavement. I don't want to get a concussion- it would be a serious problem when I become a star.

The fourth option was what I liked best. Granted, it's creepy, but the results would be excellent. I would know her favorite food and what she liked to do every Wednesday afternoon, and what her real hair color was (it was impossible to have natural golden, honey blonde hair- just impossible).

With a satisfied smile, I circled number 4. Operation Stalking Quinn Fabray commenced.

"No, you're not doing that." Finn told me sternly (well, as sternly as Finn can get).

I gave him a pointed look before explaining again. "This is crucial for me! I need to have at least one girlfriend, right?"

He shook his head. "I don't understand why, Rach. You've got your dads, your voice- which you said is all you need to succeed in life, and you've got me." He finished sadly. "Aren't we enough?"

"Of course we're enough." I reassured him. "But a girl- especially a teenage one- needs a confidante at this stage in life. Who else can I tell stuff about my boyfriend?"

"Me."

"I can't tell you my problems." I shook my head, deeming the thought ridiculous.

"Why not?"

"Because it would hurt your feelings." I told him matter-of-factly.

Finn was a calm young man. He didn't show his feelings often nor did he say what his true feelings were but in this moment, I could read him. And I feared I made a huge mistake.

"You're a wonderful boyfriend!" I smiled (maybe a bit too enthusiastically). "But sometimes, there are some challenges in our relationship." Here I couldn't read him anymore.

I wasn't discouraged though. "I am an honest individual and I do tell you a lot of things but it's for the best if you don't know everything."

He nodded glumly. And my heart broke just a little bit.

"Oh, Finn." I sighed. "I'm sorry."

"S'okay, Rach. I understand." He gave me a sad smile.

Looking at him with my doe eyes, I hoped he would forgive me.

"Hey, I gotta go." He ruffled my hair affectionately. "I have to do some errands. Bye."

I nodded and forced a smile.

When he left, I let out a sigh. Finn never ruffled my hair.

"Good afternoon. May I speak with Quinn?"

Yes, I've degraded myself to calling her. I feel utterly ridiculous- but I'm doing this for Finn. That is love. Sacrificing your dreams for your loved one.

"Who is this please?" a somewhat cold voice answered.

"Rachel Berry. I'm the leader of McKinley High's glee club and I'd like to speak to Quinn about some new ideas I've been thinking of for Regional's next year." I said enthusiastically yet professionally.

"Alright then. I'll go call her." The crisp voice replied.

About a minute later, an out-of-breath Quinn picked up the phone and asked, "Hello? Rachel? Is there something wrong with Finn?"

I refrained from rolling my eyes. Can't I call a fellow glee club member just for the sake of calling? Must there be an emergency?

"There is nothing wrong with Finn. I just called you to ask how you were doing."

Silence was what she gave me. I tapped the phone and she said, "I'm fine, Rachel. How are you?"

"I'm great. I've been meaning to call you- I actually had several plans in communicating with you but I decided that calling would be the most practical thing."

Quinn laughed. My mouth dropped open.

"What other plans did you have?" she asked in between giggles.

"Texting, stalking, and fainting in front of your house. The usual." I replied casually.

She laughed again. Now I was confused.

"What's so funny?" I demanded, my eyebrows furrowing.

"You." She answered easily.

"Me?"

"I hated you at first but then I realized you're actually quite amusing. And that's why I'm nice to you. Also, you're good for Finn."

"Oh."

"Now why did you really call?" she questioned jokingly.

"Can't I care for your well-being?" I quipped.

"You can… but there must be something you've been thinking about."

I sighed in defeat. "Well, I think Finn is a little offended by what I said."

"What did you say?" she asked politely.

"That I have problems with him but I can't say it because he might be offended."

She was quiet for a while then gently said, "Finn is very sensitive. He's not like other guys. He really cares for you, Rachel. I think he loves you more than he ever loved me." She admitted. "And it hurt at first, but I've moved on. You guys deserve each other."

I didn't understand how that was related so I didn't say anything. Quinn must've realized this because she continued, "He tells you everything; you're like his best friend. And maybe the fact that you can't do the same hurts him."

"I understand now. Thank you Quinn. I have to go and apologize now."

She laughed and said "You're welcome. I know you can win him back!"

I can't believe I'm saying this but Quinn Fabray and I might actually start becoming real friends.

I drove myself to Finn's house, hoping he would be home.

Carole answered the door with a warm smile.

"Rachel!" she exclaimed happily. "What are you doing here? Come in. You look frightened. Did you and Finn fight?"

I gasped. "How did you know? He told you?"

"No. A mother's intuition, I suppose. He's been in his bed the whole day." She explained.

"That's my fault." I said, a frown forming.

"It takes two to argue." She then winked and pushed me up the stairs.

It wasn't my first time in Finn's room. Not that I've been in it a lot of times… just a couple. And we didn't do anything bad... I think.

Hesitantly, I opened the door and prayed he wasn't upset anymore. Like every day, his room was a mess. But that wasn't the first thing that caught my eye. Lying motionless on his bed, he looked so peaceful, almost childlike. Then I noticed bright colors on his bedside table.

Knocking on the door frame softly, I called out his name.

He looked down from the ceiling and gave me a grin. "Hi."

"Hey. Are you still mad?" I asked timidly.

In a second, he stood up, put his arms around me and kissed my hair.

"I'm not mad, Rach. I was just hurt, I guess. I was selfish."

In disbelief, I returned the hug. I was very confused though. I thought he was mad. Since when was I mad?

"Finn, it's alright. I'm not mad." I was able to reply.

Still embracing, he carried me near his bed. He let go of me and handed me flowers.

"Just a little sorry gift." He explained simply.

A giggle escaped my lips as I smelled it. "I love daisies!"

"I know." He smiled.

I giggled again. "I was coming here to apologize to you! I was being insensitive and-"

"And I was being selfish."

"Yes." I agreed. "But I started it and-"

"I apologized. That's really it, Rachel."

I gave him a fake glare before smelling my flowers again.

"I didn't know flowers were Rachel Berry's weakness." He teased lightly.

"They're not." I replied indignantly. "I'm just really happy."

"Wonder why."

"I made a new friend." I announced.

"So I hear." He commented, smirking down at me.

"She told you?"

"Yep."

"I like her." I said proudly.

"I knew you would."

I gave him a quick kiss as a thank you.

Maybe I won't be as pretty as Quinn. And maybe Finn won't be as talented as my ex-boyfriend who's name starts with a J, and maybe Finn and I won't have the most intellectual conversations, and maybe we won't be that adventurous. But I know- I told him this- that we would do anything for each other. And I think that's why, as we look at each other with dopey smiles, we'll last.

Author's Note:

Aw! Sorry. I love Rachel when she's all sweet- it warms my heart. Wait. I created her, so I'm sweet. Whatever.

Anyway.

School has been really hectic for me so my updates will be really infrequent. Actually, it depends on the inspiration. When season 2 comes back, oh boy. I'm gonna write till my fingers hurt, 'cause you know, FINNCHEL!

Have a great day! :)

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