A/N: I didn't expect to write such a short chapter, but it just sort of happened! I really appreciate all of the reviews! I don't think that there are any mistakes, but I apologize if there are. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Still Not Owning Glee.

"We don't have to do this anymore." Finn insisted as he spun around in the desk chair in Quinn's room. For the past hour, they had been looking at college websites, trying to find one that might interest him so that he could apply.

"What do you think of this one..?" Quinn wondered, clearly not hearing him, as she pulled up the webpage to yet another university.

Finn sighed and glanced at the computer screen before shaking his head for about the fiftieth time that day. "I'm pretty sure that I can't get into an Ivy League school. My grades have gotten better, but they're definitely not that good."

Releasing a slightly exasperated sigh, she looked over at him and asked, "Do you have any idea regarding what you might want to do once we graduate?"

The thing is he did have a pretty good idea. It just wasn't going to college. Dropping his gaze, he muttered, "I don't know."

A slight frown crept onto the blonde's face. She could tell that something was bothering him.

"Finn, if you have an idea, please tell me." She paused to hold one of his hands. "I just… I won't judge you or anything."

Slowly, he looked back at up and met her concerned hazel eyes. 'Just tell her. Maybe she'll support you. Besides, it's better to know sooner rather than later, right?'

"I want to… go to a college by you." That wasn't what he what he wanted to tell her at all; what he needed to tell her. 'Crap!'

He was just about to correct himself when he noticed the large smile begin to grow on his girlfriend's face.

"Really?" she asked, excitement peaking her voice.

Seeing that intoxicating smile of hers made it impossible for him to tell her the truth.

"Of course." he replied softly with a somewhat forced smile. It wasn't that it was entirely a lie; there was nothing he wanted more than to be with her throughout the four years, but… That's the thing. There shouldn't even be a 'but.' Yet he couldn't keep a certain contradicting thought from crossing his mind more than he'd like

Quinn quickly pecked him on the lips before her smile began to falter. "I won't know where I'm going until I get an acceptance letter, though." Under her breath, she muttered, "If I get one."

Catching her ridiculous comment, Finn began to laugh.

She shot him a slightly venomous look and demanded, "What?"

"Q, you have nothing to worry about. I know for a fact that you're going to get into Yale." Though the hint of an appearance from 'Scary Quinn' scared him more than he'd ever admit, his voice remained confident and supportive.

"How can you be so sure?" she retorted bitterly, her nerves and frustration getting the better of her.

A small smile immediately appeared on his face as he cupped her cheek and said, "Because I know you. Trust me, everything will work out."

Instantly, she relaxed at his touch and closed her eyes. It was amazing how just the contact of his skin against hers could do so many things. Processing his comforting words, she gradually began to calm down.

After taking a few seconds to compose herself completely, she took a deep breath and opened her eyes. "Thank you."

"Any time." he murmured as he slowly stroked his thumb across her cheek. It was times like these that both of them cherished; gazing into one another's eyes, doing something as simple as holding hands or touching. Naturally, they both leaned toward each other and connected their lips. Like always, they were greeted with those endearing fireworks.

Much to Finn's disappointment, she pulled away first. However, that was quickly forgotten as she pressed her forehead against his.

A few comfortable seconds passed before she leaned back a few inches. "So… Connecticut?"

Not trusting his voice, he simply nodded with an accommodating weak smile. As she turned back to the monitor and began to ramble on about which colleges were closer to Yale and the programs and courses that they offered, Finn momentarily zoned out. He kept his eyes on her though, memorizing every single little feature, not that he hadn't already many times before. He didn't think that there would ever be a girl who was as perfect as Quinn Fabray, and he wasn't referring to just her looks either. It was everything about her- her faults, her personality, her smile, her ambition... everything.

It didn't take a genius to see how lucky he was to be with her, to be hers. Especially after everything that he'd put her through. That's why he was feeling a tremendous amount of guilt due to the decision that he was going to make.

He should tell her, but he couldn't. The thought shouldn't have even crossed his mind, but it did. He was going to selfishly choose something that he felt he had to do while hurting her in the process. Needless to say, he was going to hate himself.

Right before he tuned back into the conversation, he couldn't help but think to himself in despair, 'I don't want to leave her.'

Cliff hanger... Hehe. I'm thinking 2 more chapters. Once I get those up, you won't have to wait long for the first chapter of the sequel. I've been coming up with ideas left and right! Anyway, sorry for the short chapter & thanks for reading! Reviews or suggestions? x]