A/N: Well, I stayed up later than I should of to finish this chapter. I think that I got all of the errors, but if I didn't, I apologize. Thank you for all of the feedback! It is greatly appreciated! R&R! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Warning: PG-13/M

Disclaimer: Still Not Owning Glee.

Finn had been working at Breadstix for two weeks now, but he still hadn't achieved his goal. As it turns out, he really wasn't that bad at being a waiter. Sure, he had a few… mishaps, but that was all in the past.

Since he had gotten the job, he tried his best to keep it a secret from Quinn. It wasn't that he was embarrassed or anything, he just wanted all of the steps of giving her the ring to be kept on the down low- just in case she got curious or suspicious. He really believed that she wouldn't find out. However, he couldn't be more wrong. In hopes of making the money for the ring before school started again, he decided to take on a few extra shifts. That was a catastrophic mistake.

It was Friday night, which happened to be a pretty busy night for the restaurant. When his boss ordered him to go wait on table three, he hastily obliged. Mr. Cooper is the type of man that has a sharp tongue, an unpleasant personality, and probably hates puppies too. A lot of the other staff members at the restaurant claimed that he was definitely a force that shouldn't be reckoned with due to horrible things that he had done to workers who disobeyed him. Maybe they were exaggerating or trying to shake him up, but Finn wasn't keen on finding out for himself. Plus, the older man happened to conveniently scare the shit out of him.

Within the past two weeks, Finn had practically memorized the layout of the restaurant. Therefore, he didn't find it necessary to look up at the people seated at the table as he said in his robot-like polite monotone, "Hello, welcome to Breadstix. What can I get for you?"

"Hi, I'd like- Finn?"

'Oh crap.' he thought to himself in dread as he looked up and met all too familiar piercing hazel eyes.

"H-hi, Quinn. What are you doing here?" he inquired in a slightly stressed tone.

She looked at him strangely before motioning around the table. Slowly, he moved his gaze from her and to the others seated at the table. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he noticed that it was only Santana and Brittany. However, his relief quickly turned into anger. The only person, aside from his family, that he had told about his job was Santana.

"Hey, Brittany." he greeted the blonde cheerfully. When his eyes landed on the Latina sitting next to her, he said coolly, "Santana."

"It's nice to see you too, Finn." Santana replied sarcastically.

He glared at her until Quinn's voice snapped him out of his trance. "Finn… what are you doing here?"

Laughing a little, he said with a small shrug, "Working."

"I can see that." she stated with a light giggle. "But… why?"

'C'mon Finn, think! What is a good reason that a seventeen year old guy would need money…?' A brief look of victory crossed his face before it was gone and he answered casually, "I need some money because I'm hoping to get some work done to my truck. You know, fix it up and stuff."

"But your step dad owns an auto shop." she commented, clearly confused. "Wouldn't he do it for free?"

"Well, the things that I was hoping to add aren't exactly cheap. Therefore, I got a job to pay for it." He fibbed with a smile.

Quinn was considering questioning him further, but thought better of it. She definitely wouldn't understand vehicle talk. Instead, she smiled and said, "Oh, that's a really responsible thing to do. How long have you been working here?"

He almost blurted "two weeks" but stopped himself. Finn knew for a fact that she would get pretty upset to find out that he had kept something from her for so long. Besides, if he told her, she might ask him enough questions to worm the truth out of him about his actual intentions for the money he earned. To be on the safe side, he simply said, "Not too long. I just got the job recently."

Unable to help herself, Quinn asked slightly hurt, "Why didn't you tell me?"

For a few seconds, he just looked at her. 'What am I supposed to tell her?'

Santana watched as Finn was clearly having trouble coming up with a decent lie. She felt bad about the situation that he was in. Although a fight between the two love birds would benefit her, she didn't want to see him upset. Ignoring what her heart was telling her, she went with her head and exclaimed loudly, "Can I get some damn service in this place?"

Finn abruptly turned his attention to Santana and stared at her in astonishment.

"Are you trying to get me fired?" he demanded quietly while casting hasty glances around the room.

She rolled her eyes at his obvious lack of appreciation. "Are you just going to stand there all day, or are you going to take our orders? I'm starving!"

Flashing one last hostile look at his "friend," Finn turned his attention back to Quinn. Offering an apologetic smile, he said, "I'm really sorry, Q. Can we please talk about this later? I don't want loud-mouth over there to force me to lose this job. I really need it."

'Why is he ignoring a simple question..?' she thought to herself uneasily. Looking away, she nodded once. "I'll have the soup and salad special."

Finn sighed before smiling half-heartedly and writing the order down. He then turned toward the other girls.

"What can I get you?"

"Psst, Finn." A voice hissed from impatiently.

Stopping in his tracks with an order in his hand, Finn looked around in confusion.

"I-is someone there?" There was a slight shake to his voice. It wasn't exactly normal to hear your name and not know who said it. Better yet, he wasn't even entirely sure that a person said his name. When he didn't hear a reply, he started to think that he was going crazy.

Right as he was about to walk away, he felt himself being pulled into the supply closet. A second later, he was pushed up against the wall.

"Whoa, what are you-" He was cut off mid-sentence when a hand firmly placed itself on his mouth. More specifically, Santana's hand.

"Are you going to be reasonable and not yell at me or do I have to keep my hand on your mouth?" she asked in an amused yet annoyed tone.

When he mumbled against her hand, she hastily removed it and muttered a quick "sorry."

"What are you doing?" he exclaimed, though he made sure to keep his voice under control.

Sighing, she said, "I was trying to help you earlier."

"Oh really?" he inquired sarcastically. "I didn't know that trying to get me fired was 'helping' me."

"Don't be a drama queen. Nobody even noticed." she spat, her patience with him now dwindling.

He ignored her snide comment and asked, "Is there a reason why you pulled me in here or..?"

The fact that he wasn't listening to her made her even angrier. "First of all, I wasn't the one who brought Quinn here. It was completely her idea; I even tried to talk her out of it."

"Uh-huh, sure. And what is the reason for your unnecessary outburst?"

"I was trying to help you!" she yelled. Quickly lowering her voice, she added, "I could tell that you were having problems coming up with a lie to tell her. So, I did what I did to buy you a little time."

He looked at her in confusion. "Why would you do that?"

Santana knew exactly why she did it, but she couldn't tell him. He was clearly in love with Quinn; her best friend. There was no way in hell that he would leave her. So, ignoring the fact that she had a strong impulse to kiss him and tell him the truth, she forced a smile and said, "Because we're friends, Finn."

"Wait, you really said what you did earlier for my benefit?" he wondered with the hint of a smile.

A real smile planted itself on her face. "Yup." Realizing that she was still practically pinning him to the wall, she quickly stepped away from him.

"Wow. I'm really sorry for being an ass." he muttered, clearly embarrassed.

With a small laugh, she stated. "It's okay. I'm used to it."

Suddenly, a serious look came across his face. "Santana, I promise that things will be different with us. I'll do my best not to act like a total douche because you don't deserve that. You're one of the best friends that I've had, and I really don't want that to change."

Unintentionally, she blushed. For the first time in a long time, Santana Lopez actually blushed. Luckily, it wasn't very noticeable. Not being the mushy type, she replied with a simple, "Me either."

Finn immediately chuckled. He then held out his arms and ordered with a grin, "Come here."

"No thanks. I'm not really big on hugging."

He scoffed and pulled her into a friendly embrace anyway, which caused her to release an unintentional giggle. She couldn't help but think how nice it felt to be in his arms. It was definitely a feeling that she hadn't experienced before, but she liked it. A lot. 'God, what the fuck am I doing? I have no chance with him- I can't! He's with my best friend for crying out loud! I need to stop thinking about him as more than a friend because I can't hurt either of them by tearing them apart. I just have to get over this stupid crush and be glad that I have a great, yet unexpected, friendship.' With that thought fresh in her mind, she twisted out of his grip and tossed him a friendly smile. "You better get back out there and bring us our damn food."

"Yeah, of course." Finn replied with a smile, oblivious to any of the thoughts that were racing through her mind. He then opened the door and said in a formal tone, "Ladies first."

Not wanting to do something embarrassing again, such as blush or giggle like some school girl, she gave him a curt nod before sauntering out of the room with as much of her badass glory that she could muster. Given the situation, she had to admit that she pulled it off pretty well. Then again, she always did.

Finn left the room a few seconds later with a smile still on his face.

Three hours later, Finn was walking out the front door of the restaurant. It was a little after eleven and he was completely exhausted. The whole night seemed to be a complete and utter disaster. For one, Quinn wouldn't so much as look at him while he delivered the food to her table. This caused his mind to drift into troubled thoughts and eventually impacted his ability to work efficiently. He had mixed up a few orders and nearly dropped a platter of food. And if things weren't bad enough, Mr. Cooper had yelled at him for his poor work. He didn't fire him, but he did cause him to cower like a pansy. Yeah, tonight was extremely crappy.

After a seemingly long drive to his house, he finally pulled into the driveway. As he hopped out of his truck and walked toward the house, he felt someone grab his arm. 'Oh no, not another kidnapping' he grumbled to himself sarcastically.

An angry comment was at the tip of his tongue when he turned to face the person who had stopped him. However, when he saw who it was, he quickly forgot about the rude retort.

"Quinn? What are you doing here?"

She flashed him a small smile before stating, "We need to talk."

"Right now? Won't your mom be worried that you aren't home yet?" he wondered worriedly.

With a shake of her head, she said, "No, I told her that I was staying with Santana."

"Oh… well, come in." Finn told her with a smile as he held the door open for her.

"Thanks." she replied neutrally. "Where is everyone..?"

"My parents left for a bed and breakfast this morning and Kurt is staying at Blaine's." he claimed as he took her hand and led her to his room. Once he shut his door, he turned around and noticed that she was sitting on his bed. Deciding to give her some space, he forced a tight smile. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

She locked gazes with him briefly before looking at the floor at running her hand through her hair. "I saw it." she said quietly.

Confusion swept over his features. "Saw what?"

"You and Santana… coming out of that room tonight." Her tone was completely unreadable.

Immediately, he walked over and lifted her head to stare at her, searching her face for some sort of readable emotion. "Quinn, it's not what-"

"Is there something going on between you two?" she interrupted with obvious distress in her voice as she stood up.

Finn closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. When he opened them again, he cupped her cheek. When she jerked away from him, he felt a painful throb echo through his chest.

"There's nothing going on between Santana and me. We're only friends." he stated quietly.

A tear slid down her cheek as she crossed her hands over her chest. "So, friends sneak off to a closet just to what? Talk?" Her voice rose on the last word.

"She was apologizing for almost getting me fired!" he exclaimed, starting to become angry.

The only reply he got from Quinn was a scoff.

"Quinn, I would never cheat on you!" he shouted.

More tears began to gradually fall down her cheeks as she said coldly, "Really? Because I could've sworn that you've done it before."

To Finn, that was a big slap in the face. His voice cracked a little as he claimed, "That was a mistake. I would never do it again."

"Don't make a promise you can't keep." she snapped bitterly.

The way she brought up a 'promise' was a bit ironic to him. He didn't want her to be mad at him though. "You know what I promise? I promise that I'll never cheat on you again. And I can definitely promise that I will never be with Santana- we're just friends!" He meant to say this softly, but for some reason, he found himself yelling.

When she cringed from his hostile tone, he instinctively took a step toward her in attempt to comfort her.

"Finn… just… stop." she cried although she didn't recoil from him.

He shook his head fiercely. "I won't let a harmless situation tear us apart."

"Harmless?" she demanded loudly.

Taking another step toward her, he nodded. "I am not cheating on you." He said between clenched teeth. Given the intensity of the situation, he couldn't help but let his anger show. He didn't understand why she would even think that he would cheat on her again.

Quinn could practically feel the anger rolling off of him in waves. Yeah, she was pissed at him, but he being mad was extremely hot. Grabbing the sleeve of his shirt, she pulled him toward her. "Maybe not now, but how I can I be positive that you won't?"

"You have to trust me, Quinn." he pleaded, though his voice was still tinged with bitterness.

She took a shaky breath. "I..." That was the only word she got about before her lips attacked his.

At first, Finn was surprised by the sudden kiss, but when he felt the immense heat pass through him, his body took over once again. He pulled her closer to his body while returning the kiss with just as much ferocity, using his anger as a source of passion.

It took about a minute before things started to get even hotter. Finn abruptly broke the kiss in order to gently push her onto his bed.

Quinn quickly pulled him on top of her, connecting their lips once more in the process. She didn't waste any time in moving her hands to the hem of his shirt and pulling it off.

Becoming intoxicated by her, Finn ran his hand along her leg and up under her dress. When she moaned into his mouth as his hand lightly trailed over her bra, he gained some confidence. Bringing his hands to the bottom of her dress, he began to slowly hitch it up. After hearing no complaint from her, he picked up his pace and pulled the dress over her head. His breath caught in his throat as he took in the full sight of her beautiful body. She had never allowed him to see her in just her bra and panties.

Slowly, he leaned down and made a trail of searing kisses from her stomach all the way to her neck. As he began to nip and suck, he felt her run her hands down his chest to his belt buckle.

For a few seconds, she fumbled around with the buckle. Finally, she got it undone and reached further to unzip the zipper.

Finn lightly ran his tongue over the mark he made before moving farther up and kissing her hard on the lips. Noticing that she was having trouble getting his pants off, he broke away from her before sitting up and tugging his pants off and throwing them to the side. He then leaned back down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss once more.

Quinn hadn't felt as turned on as she did at that moment. She could clearly feel the rather large bulge in his boxers pressing against her thigh. At this moment, she had never wanted him so badly.

Trailing his hands down to her breast, Finn began to slowly massage them over the bra. Almost instantly, she released a loud moan. She reached up and ran her hands through his hair, making sure to tug a little roughly at times. The firm tugs caused Finn to groan, and, at one point, moan as he continued to kiss and massage her. When he began to increase the speed of his massage, she said something that made him immediately pause.

"Take it off." she murmured quietly, out of breath.

He pulled away from her face to get a good look at her. Obviously, he had never thought that she looked as beautiful as she did right now, but there was something else… Locking his eyes with hers, he noticed that there was pure, undeniable lust in her eyes. Suddenly, he felt extremely guilty. He felt as if he was taking advantage of her as he recalled the events that had led up to this moment: A fight. This was wrong; their first time shouldn't be out of anger. It should be out of love.

Abruptly, he slid off of her before lying down beside her.

"What are you doing?" she questioned, highly confused and disappointed.

"We can't do this now, Quinn." he stated after a few heavy pants.

She turned on her side before running her hand over his chest and kissing his jaw.

"Why not?" she breathed.

'I'm totally going to regret this.' he seethed to himself. As always, her touch was like fire. Pushing aside the amazing feeling he felt, he pulled her face to his and said, "Quinn… our first time can't be out of anger."

"Says who?" she countered with a pout as she leaned down and placed a fervent kiss on his lips.

Reluctantly, he pulled away from her once more. "Quinn… you mean so much to me. And I think that it would benefit us both if we waited until the right time to do this. It sucks, but that time isn't right now. Not when we'd only be doing it out of frustration and anger over what happened tonight." he reasoned.

As soon as the last words came out of his mouth, Quinn slid toward the edge of the bed and turned away from him.

Finn sighed softly before scooting toward her and wrapping his arms around her. He placed a soft kiss on her bare shoulder before saying softly, "There is nothing going on between me and Santana. There hasn't been and there never will be. You're the love of my life, Q. That's never going to change, and I'm never, ever going to cheat on you again." After a second, he murmured, "I trust you with my heart. Please, please trust me with yours."

Quinn stared at the wall of his room for a few seconds longer before turning around in his arms and facing him. She placed her hand on his cheek. "I'm so sorry for acting the way that I did. I just… I don't know. I do trust you though, Finn. More than anyone. I also love you more than any other person. I'm… so sorry."

A lopsided grin appeared on his face. "It's okay. If anyone should be sorry, it's me. I shouldn't have put you in the situation to ever feel like you could doubt me. You don't know how much I regret doing that." he whispered.

She leaned toward him, resting her forehead on his. "The past is in the past, Finn. We still have the future; our future."

Finn moved his head slightly to brush his lips against her. "I love you, Quinn. I'll always be yours."

A wide smile planted itself on her face as she stroked his cheek affectionately with her fingertips. "I love you too, Finn. Forever and always." She then leaned in for a sweet, passionate kiss before turning around once more and snuggling against his body.

The grin never left his face as he held his girlfriend against him and gently grabbed hold of her hand, interlacing their fingers.

Well, I hope you liked it. Sorry if it seems rushed at all; it is late. Well, please leave a review or a suggestion! Thank you so much for reading! As always, I'll update ASAP.