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Chapter Four

FinnPOV

The room looked upside-down, my head was throbbing at a constant rate and I could barely look straight without vomiting. I had sworn to myself that I wouldn't get that drunk last night, but the sight of Rachel and Jesse, and everything else that had gone on had sent me in to a tailspin.

"Hi, baby," murmured a voice, and I jumped involuntarily. Once again, Quinn was lying next to me, her gorgeous blue eyes staring at me seductively, wearing nothing but her birthday suit. "Want to make out?"

"Uh, I don't feel too well," I lied, because I honestly just wasn't in the mood to piss off Quinn this morning. I'd been awake for literally ten seconds and she was already attempting to seduce me; as attractive as she was, I just didn't want her.

"Oh, come on," purred Quinn, beginning to nuzzle up against my shoulder. "Finn Hudson, turning down sex?"

"No, Quinn!" I shouted so loudly, almost frightening myself. She immediately recoiled away. "I don't want to have sex with you right now!"

Quinn stared at me, her eyes turning from seductive to straight-up evil within seconds. She was almost staring straight through me, and after a couple of seconds of me not relenting, she grabbed her bra off the ground and angrily began to tug it over her head. "Well, Finn, why don't you just have sex with Berry already? That way you'll just get it out of your system, and you'll finally be ready for me."

"I don't want you, Quinn!" I boomed, because she'd taken it in to Rachel territory, and that was something I did not want to put up with. "Stop acting like you're my friggin' mother, because you're not Quinn! You're not my mom, or my wife, o-or even my girlfriend, so stop acting like you have all this control over me!"

"You need to get your priorities straight," hissed Quinn, leaning in remarkably close to me so that her face was inches from mine, but I didn't flinch. "Do you know how many men would be dying to have sex with me right now? She doesn't want you, Finn, and she never fucking has, so why can't you just get that?"

"Get out, Quinn." I almost surprised myself at how calm my voice was, but I spoke it so quietly that it wasn't even funny. I knew that I was being too hard on Quinn, but she'd taken it somewhere where she had no right to. I didn't want to have sex with her, and the fact that she was so over-protective of me only pissed me off. "And don't come back in this room, because I'm not going to sleep with you."

"Fuck you," she hissed, and her eyes never broke contact with mine as she tossed on a pair of shorts and a tank-top and disappeared from the room, slamming the door behind her with such vigor that the room nearly shook.

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PuckPOV

I didn't know why I'd woken up so early. It could've been a combination of things - anything from the fact that I, surprisingly, hadn't consumed so much booze the evening before, or Santana's ugly-ass snoring was keeping me up all night, but either way, I was out of bed bright and early.

I'd made myself a quick cup of coffee and sat down in one of the many living rooms, putting my feet up on the table. Damn, how I loved this place. The sun was just rising, and it looked beautiful on the icy lake outside, as snow gently fell. Glimpsing a shot of myself in the window, I was wearing a black wife-beater and a pair of boxer shorts.

Damn, I looked sexy.

As I was looking out on to the water, I caught some movement from the corner of my eyes as Quinn stormed in, tears spilling from her face. Her and I weren't on such good terms, and especially after I'd proclaimed my feelings for her the night previous, I didn't feel as though it was my place to be kind to her.

Now, Puckasaurus didn't fall in love, but Quinn was hot; any guy could see that. We'd made a child together, and I felt like that genuinely bonded us. As I pondered about how much I wanted to bang her, my eyes fell to her ass, which was conveniently sticking out toward my general direction, in white booty-shorts, as she ate a banana.

Holy shit.

After awhile, I just couldn't take her whimpering anymore, and her ass was so attractive to me that I just couldn't help but talk to her. She seemed to not even know I was in the room, and she genuinely jumped when I said, "Fabray? Are you okay?"

She turned in my direction, and tears were still spilling from her beautiful blue eyes, her mascara everywhere. "Y-Yeah, I'm f-fine, Puck."

"You don't sound it," I smiled slightly.

Quinn shrugged, tossing her empty banana peel in to the garbage and coming to sit next to me on the couch. "I-it's…nothing," she murmured, wiping the mascara off of her face with the inside of her hands. "Just some Finn stuff."

I rolled my eyes, stealthily enough so that she couldn't see, as I wrapped my arm around her. "Oh, you're tough," I said encouragingly. "Just ignore him, okay? You're better than that, Quinn; I promise you."

"Thanks, Puck," she smiled back, as our eyes made contact with one another.

This was my chance.

For a second, I thought it over. Was it worth it? I'd already messed things up with me and Finn once by hooking up with Quinn, but there she was, so vulnerable and clearly wanting me. After all, he'd just ended it with her, right? There was nothing wrong with stealing her if she wasn't anyone's to steal.

"You know, I still have feelings for you, Quinn," I whispered, not removing my arm from her as I leaned in closer. Our eyes were staring directly in to each other's souls, and as I leaned in for a kiss, she didn't turn away.

Our tongues slipped in between each other's mouths, as we sloppily made out, and immediately, her hands began to fumble with my shirt as she ripped it off of me, slipping her hands in to my pants. Well, the girl surely knew what she wanted.

"Let's have sex, Puck," she moaned out, as I kissed her neck. "I want this so badly."

"Uh, yeah," I murmured. I didn't normally get shocked, but this turn of events had surprised me. "Want to go to my room? Santana's not there."

"No, right here."

"Let me just grab a condom," I said excitedly, removing myself from her, but she wasn't letting go, her talons sinking in to my arm as she looked me straight in the eye.

"Nah, we don't need one-"

"I'd really feel more comfortable-"

"I'm on birth control-"

"Can I just-"

"Just have sex with me!" screeched Quinn angrily, and I could tell right away from looking in to her eyes that she didn't want me. No, the tears began spilling. I knew exactly what she wanted, just from looking at her.

"You're a pitiful human being," I hissed, removing myself from her clutches. I thought about doing it once more - she was so hot! - But then I remembered her motives and I held firm, standing up and staring her straight in the eyes. "You just want another kid, don't you? You're not on birth control. You just want to get pregnant."

"Beth is ours!" yelled Quinn at the top of her lungs, jumping up and putting her arms on my shoulders, shaking me, but I shrugged them off. "Shelby doesn't deserve her! She's my angel! SHE'S ALL I HAVE! I FUCKED IT UP!"

"You're a wreck," I sneered. "You need to get a hold of yourself before you go insane, Quinn, because Shelby is the best thing that Beth's ever had, and you're going to seriously try and ruin that? You disgust me."

"ALL I WANT IS ANOTHER CHANCE, NOAH!" screamed Quinn hysterically, running after me as I began to storm out of the living room. "One more!"

I didn't turn around once as I left the room completely.

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RachelPOV

The sunset broke through the curtains by the window, illuminating the room completely and waking me. Groggily I stretched my arms and leaned up from under the covers, but Jesse wasn't in the room, and I had no idea where he'd gone.

Grabbing a tank top and a pair of sweat-pants off of the ground, I hoisted myself out of the comfortable bed and down the stairs, where I entered the third-floor kitchen. A bunch of people were in various positions around the room, and Jesse saw me, his face lighting up, as he broke off from a conversation with Harmony and ran toward me.

"I didn't want to wake you," he smiled, kissing me on the forehead. "Good morning, beautiful. Did you have fun last night?"

"Lots," I smiled back. He was such a charmer. "What's for breakfast?"

"Actually, I was thinking that girls could make it today," chirped Mercedes, sitting up on the counter-tops with Shane by her side. Around the room were also Karofsky, Lauren, Sam and Rory, in conversation over by the dining room table, as Karofsky and Lauren seemed to be playing a game of checkers. "You game, Rach?"

"Uh, yeah, definitely," I nodded excitedly. I was truly shocked by how nicely Mercedes was treating me. We'd barely spoken since mine and Finn's break-up, and I'd missed her. It made me smile that she seemed to be reaching out to me. "Is everyone else onboard?"

Looking around, I saw no one else in the general vicinity, except Quinn, who was sitting alone, her arms crossed, in the living room, her eyes bright red. Served her right. God, how I hated her. My dads had taught me never to hate someone, but Quinn was just the one exception, the one person I absolutely detested.

Twenty minutes later, and Mercedes had rounded up the gang inside of the kitchen. As Quinn moped in the other room, having refused Mercedes' invitation, we'd gotten Sugar, Sunshine, Brit, Santana, Mercedes, Lauren, Harmony, Tina and I together.

"I think we should really have her join us," murmured Mercedes to me, pointing over to Quinn. "Invite her, will you, Rachel? She'd really appreciate it."

I looked to Mercedes in absolute horror, but she wasn't playing. Did she honestly expect me to go and play friends with my enemy? "Absolutely not!"

"Oh, come on, Rachel," murmured Harmony, smiling at me gently. "The poor girl's the only girl in the house not with us right now! Play nice."

Harmony and Mercedes were truly the only two girls who I never wanted to be going against - both were stubborn, and I could tell from their expressions that they weren't going to leave Quinn alone. Grumbling, I walked toward her. She seemed to almost stiffen up as I got closer.

"Q-Quinn? I was wondering if you'd want to help with breakfast. The girls are making it today," I said in my kindest voice. They said that the best actresses could play nice with people they completely detested, and clearly that was accurate.

Quinn looked me up and down, as if she was trying to figure out if I was playing or not. Eventually, her expression lightened a bit, as she said awkwardly, "Uh…yeah, I'll help, Rachel. Thanks for the invitation."

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FinnPOV

The girls were in the middle of some "baking spree", as Mercedes called it, but with the sprinting between kitchens and constant fighting between Rachel and Sugar, I knew that I had to retreat to get some peace of mind.

The game room in the basement had always been my favorite part of the house. I could still remember times when Kurt and I had fought over the pool table, or Anita and my mom had gotten so drunk from the mini-bar that they'd passed out on the couch, to which Puck, Santana and I had laughed our asses off.

As I walked down the spiral staircase, I immediately stiffened at the top of the stairs. Lounging on the recliner, a cigarette in his mouth, watching Ace of Cakes was Jesse St. James. He wore a pair of jeans, some Aviators on his forehead; he seemed to turn his head around and, upon seeing me, frowned slightly.

Immediately, I began to walk back up the stairs, because clearly Jesse wasn't worth my time. I wasn't going to sit here and listen to some stupid remarks-

"HEY! Finn. Wait," I stopped in my tracks, not expecting resistance, but turned around to find that Jesse had sat up in his chair, his cigarette in his fingers, as he almost pleaded with me. What the hell was this?

"What do you need, Jesse?" I said tiredly. I honestly wasn't in the mood for Jesse's games. It was my first full day in the cabin, and I had just wanted ten minutes of down time before rejoining the group, but clearly Jesse had ruined it.

"Don't go," said Jesse, quietly, as if he was almost surprising himself with his responses, but he continued on, gaining confidence as he spoke. "You don't have to leave. It's your house, man; you can stay down here if you want."

"I know I can," I said, shrugging. "I don't want to, though." I continued back up the spiral staircase, already hearing Mercedes' bubbly laugh from upstairs.

"Finn." Jesse was pleading with me. "Please, sit down. There's something I have to say."

I turned around, wanting to see if this was a big joke, but Jesse was deadly serious. He hadn't placed the cigarette back in his mouth, and he'd removed his feet from the footrest so that he was leaning forward, almost anxiously.

Did I really want to spend my day with this guy? I knew that I had to be the bigger man, but after everything Jesse had done, I didn't want to be anywhere near him. Inexplicably, I found myself wandering down the stairs until I was sitting on the couch opposite Jesse.

Here we were, complete enemies, sitting face-to-face, equidistance from one another. It was almost poetic.

"Do you want a cigarette?" said Jesse, plunging his hand in to his pocket. He seemed almost surprised that I'd sat down.

"I'm fine," I abstained. I'd smoked a couple of times in my life, mostly in Puck's basement when we were both buzzed, but I wasn't in the mood to right now with Jesse. "What do you want, Jesse?"

"I want to apologize to you," said Jesse slowly. "I-I shouldn't have done it, Finn…I…" To my very surprise, Jesse was actually crying, tears coming off of his face. "Finn, I love Rachel, and I'm not going to hide that. My…my mom has a disease, Finn, and she's very, very sick. Rachel was there for me the entire way through. She never left my side, even when I was polarizing you, when I left to Vocal Adrenaline. I couldn't lose her."

My eyes didn't draw from Jesse's. Was he serious? He was sobbing right in front of me, and I'd never seen him so vulnerable. "I shouldn't have taken Rachel from you, Finn; I really shouldn't have, and I apologize," said Jesse, finishing his statement and wiping his tears with his free hand.

I stared Jesse straight in the eyes. What he'd done was completely unforgivable. The talks between Quinn and I had been one thing, but the way he and Rachel had been - I knew there was something behind it. "I don't forgive you," I said coolly. Sure, it was immature, but he'd taken the love of my life from me.

"Finn, come on, bro," said Jesse, almost laughing at me. "Can't we just put this all aside?"

"No, I friggin' can't, Jesse!" I exclaimed, dropping my hands to my side. "I lost her because of you, man; it was all you, can't you see that? I'm not going to just forgive you because you break down and cry; it's not going to happen!"

"You're the one that cheated, Finn!" Jesse screamed back. He seemed genuinely upset by this, and for a second, I reconsidered, but then I remembered the way he'd egged Rachel before Sectionals, and my heartfelt reconsideration disappeared. "Rachel didn't cheat on you with me, bro! You made out with Quinn!"

"You have no right to talk about that, bro!" I shouted, rising from the couch. "Just leave me alone, alright, man? Let's just get through these three weeks and then it's over."

I started toward the stairs, but Jesse's pleading voice came from behind me. "Wait. I'm sorry. That wasn't…that wasn't right…will you go to the grocery store with me? We need food, and I promised Rachel that I'd go."

I faced him, and Jesse's eyes were swimming with tears. Partly because I just wanted to put the past behind, and partly because the story about his mother had really gotten me…whatever it was, I didn't know, but I said, "Sure. Let's just bring a couple more guys with us, alright?"

Just like that, I was going to be spending my first day in the cabin with Jesse St. Sucks.

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RachelPOV

Breakfast had been a little awkward; I'd admit it. There just wasn't the chemistry between our group of friends that there had been on New Directions. Mercedes had defected to the Troubletones, Santana and Brittany weren't speaking, I had sent Sunshine to a crack-house, I wanted to mess up that dumb bitch Sugar…things were odd.

Nevertheless, I had to congratulate the rest of my friends for being mature in how they handled it. Mercedes was absolutely divine in the way she talked, the way she made everyone feel at home. Even Harmony was joking around with Sugar. It was almost crazy at how much we were all genuinely getting along.

The entire gang had gathered in the formal dining room, located on the first floor, with an enormous table. Eggs, pancakes, omelets, orange juice, milk, toast, fruit…there were so many things on the table. We'd really outdone ourselves.

"This looks amazing, guys, truly amazing," smiled Kurt, giving me a wink. It seemed as if the cabin was mending our relationship, which truly made me happy. "Good work, all of you!"

"Oh, calm yourself, Hummel," laughed Puck. "Just wait until we make breakfast tomorrow. It'll knock your friggin' socks off when you experience the Noah Lopez Breakfast Experience, ladies, let me tell you."

"Oh, I bet," said Harmony sarcastically, winking at me as she plopped down next to me at the table. Jesse was nowhere to be seen, nor was Finn. Immediately my mind was racing with the possibilities of what could be happening, but I was pulled back down to Earth with Harmony's question: "What do you think of Puck?"

"W-What?" I said, focusing in on her. My God…Harmony Smythe was actually blushing! She seemed so confident, so…so bold that I couldn't even imagine her crushing on Noah Lopez! "He's just like my brother, that's all. Harmony, do you like him?"

"A little!" squealed Harmony. It was almost too corny to believe. "Do you think he's in to me? You saw our make-out session, right? I swear, it was like the spark went off!"

As Harmony gushed to me, I was drawn to two entering figures behind her: Jesse and Finn were actually next to one another. Both looked uncomfortable, but Jesse shot me a smile as he spoke to the group, "Hey, me and Finn are going out for groceries. Sam, Puck, you two wanna come?"

Puck looked up from his food, eggs falling out of his mouth, as around the table, everyone looked skeptical. "Uh…you sure?"

"Yeah, we're taking Jesse's car," said Finn, nodding. He was almost impossible to read, but I was almost too speechless to notice anything.

"Sure," shrugged Sam, making eye contact with Puck, who nodded. "Are we going now?"

"Yeah, we figured that we could just pick up some groceries and eat when we get back," smiled Jesse. "Thank you ladies for this wonderful meal."

"Oh, look at him," Sebastian rolled his eyes. "'Wonderful!' My God, Jesse, I swear that you're gay."

Jesse flipped him off, while the table erupted with laughter. "You ready to go?" Sam, Puck and Finn waved to the group, Jesse kissed me on the forehead before I was able to say anything, and they were out.

"What the hell was that about?" murmured Harmony.

My mind was racing. What the hell? I'd never predicted, not in a million years, that Jesse St. James and Finn Hudson would ever be friends. It didn't even seem like they were friends - more like acquaintances almost. But they were going out together? It didn't make sense, and I couldn't figure out a possible solution to the problem.

"Well, us ladies are going to spend a girl's day together, so you boys gotta go," smiled Mercedes, intertwining her hand with Shane's as she kissed him on the forehead. "Y'all won't be let back in to the house until at least 6, alright?"

Kurt smiled, his eyes lighting up. "I was thinking the exact same thing. Mike, can we take your van?" Mike nodded. "Alright, let's go!"

Kurt, Blaine, Artie, Mike, Matt, Shane, Rory, Karofsky and Sebastian all said good-bye and followed the men out, leaving us girls alone.

"Well, that was completely worth it, wasn't it?" said Harmony sarcastically, pointing to the enormous feast we'd prepared. "More for us!"

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SantanaPOV

"So...how a bout a movie?" said Mercedes, smiling warmly to everyone. She used to be such a diva, but Mercedes had drastically changed. Shane had mellowed her down, as had I with my influence in the Troubletones. We were now sharing the solos, just the way that we liked it, and she was much kinder, even to bitches like Berry.

Honestly, I almost did feel bad for her. We'd all completely turned on her the second she'd broken up with Finn. Now, on a personal level, I despised both Finn and Rachel, but Finn had been friends with my dipshit brother for so long that it was almost impossible for me to turn against him. Sure, we'd had our share of troubles, like when Puck got Quinn pregnant, or when Finn and I had sex, but we were still like siblings.

I couldn't forget about the day when Puck had come home and told my mom that he was going to have a daughter with Quinn. She'd smashed his guitar against our driveway and grounded him for nearly a year before she was accepting of Quinn. Honestly, people wondered where I got my temper from.

All of us girls gathered inside of the third floor living room to watch Twilight. Now, I didn't normally take sides, but that wolf was sexy as shit, so I was clearly Team Jacob. Quinn, Tina, Mercedes, Brittany and Sunshine all crammed together on the long couch, as Zizes, Sugar, Berry, Harmony and I spread in various positions around the room.

Five minutes in, and Harmony exclaimed, "Alright, this is boring as shit," stepping up from the ground and turning the DVD player off. Now, I wasn't normally a fan of the crowd that Berry and St. James ran with, but Harmony had style, and I respected her, though she was a complete and total bitch like me. "Can't we do something else?"

"I'd just rather talk," shrugged Tina, smiling devilishly. "I was curious…Sugar, how good was he in bed? My God, Matt Rutherford is sexy! - and if any of you tell Mike that I said this, I swear to God I'll kill you."

We all laughed, as Sugar considered this, pondering. Matt and I had a thing awhile back, but he wasn't worth it. Not nearly as hot as he used to be once he opened his mouth. "Eh…" Sugar shrugged. "I mean, he's hot, but he wasn't a very good kisser."

"No, I can second that," I said, holding my hand to my heart. "It's like making out with a corpse. You have to do all the work and, let me tell you from experience - he's not worth it."

"Would you do it again?" asked Tina curiously.

"Yeah, I would," smiled Sugar. "I mean, he's attractive and nice enough, and normally a heart-breaker like me doesn't want a long-term relationship but Matt might be the exception." Sunshine seemed to be the only one in the room who generally bought what Sugar was saying, while the rest of us rolled our eyes.

"How bought Abrams, eh, Brit?" nudged Zizes, elbowing Brittany in the knee from the floor. I immediately stiffened, my fists clenching by my side. Brittany looked uncomfortable by the question, knowing how tense of a subject it was with me in the room, and the only other person in the room who seemed to understand how angry I was about this was, surprisingly, Berry.

"Uh…"

"Oh, just say it, Brit," I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms as a single tear rolled down my cheek. "We all know that the two of you are together, so just save it."

"Honestly, Santana, I don't know what you want from me," Brittany was pissed. I'd never heard her voice so cold. "You called it off. You didn't want me. Now stop moping like a four-year old and get over yourself, alright?"

"Fuck you," I rose from the ground, kicking the table as I stormed out, before I turned around once more, tears pouring from my face, and stuck my finger toward her. "And don't you dare come near me, you stupid shit, alright?"

Brittany and I had been the closest of friends. We'd been inseparable. Glee Club, Cheerio's, and all of the other activities we did, we did together. She came over often, and we hooked up often. It was just what we did. We were close enough to know that it was merely because of our active teenage libidos, and I was hurt over my father's death, and we just did it.

Over time, my feelings were developing. I didn't want them to, and if I could've stopped it, I would've! But I couldn't. I loved Brittany, and she knew she was killing me by being with Artie. She said she couldn't turn him down, and it'd be just one date, and then she'd be back to me. It was always an excuse, always an "I can't hurt him", and when he asked her to be his girlfriend, she didn't stop hooking up with me, but she didn't deny it.

I couldn't take it anymore, after awhile. I asked her to choose, between me and him, and she went for him. She couldn't come out to her family, and she begged me to reconsider, but I was so drunk that I angrily told her off, slapped her, and left. We hadn't spoken since.

I missed her so fucking much. Things would never be the same, and I couldn't blame Artie, or even Brittany, because it had been me, all me, and I wanted to rip out my insides, and scream, because I'd lost her, the best thing I'd ever had. It was all over between us.

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SebastianPOV

The strip-club, Tease, was located strategically hidden in the mountains, off the beaten path, only located by someone who must've known the location by heart. Kurt had directed us there, saying that it was a place that his father and his buddies used to go to years ago, and we'd gone down the winding dirt path in Mike's mini-van until we parked.

Artie, Matt, Mike, Shane, Rory, Dave and I were all crammed inside of the shitty mini-van, which could barely fit us with food wrappers and some of Mike's and Tina's things still inside. Kurt and Blaine had taken Kurt's car to the club, as we'd followed him. Nevertheless, as we pulled in, Artie turned to Matt. "I'm curious," he smiled. "Sugar?"

Matt groaned, covering his face with his hands, while Mike and Shane laughed. "My God, why didn't any of you stop me? No, um…no, she was a really good kisser and, um, stuff, if you get what I'm saying. If she didn't have such a piss-poor personality, I'd stay with her in a heart-beat, but the personality and the sexiness kind of balance each other out…"

"I don't know how you can say that," argued Artie, as the car was parked, and people began to load out. "I mean, Brittany has both - looks and the personality-" Next to me, I could feel Rory stiffen, but I didn't exactly understand why.

"Yeah, yeah," moaned Kurt, sick of another one of Artie's rants about Brittany, as he and Blaine loaded out of the car. "Now, I can only speak with myself, but, being a homosexual, I'm more than happy to 'take one for the team' and go in the club if it means being with Blaine-"

"I second that," I smiled charmingly. Kurt was seething, but I didn't care. The main part of the plan was to charm Blaine. I didn't give two shits about Kurt - he wasn't going to throw me out of the house, I was close enough to Rachel to ensure that. No, I just wanted to be with Blaine. He was gorgeous, such an amazing singer, and if I could get him back to Dalton, the Warblers would kick ass at Sectionals, Regional's and eventually Nationals next year.

"Let's go!" shouted Shane, fist-pumping, "and I swear to God, if any of y'all tell 'Cedes 'bout this I'mma kick all yo asses, alright?"

…

I was such a suave actor from all of my years in Paris that I knew immediately I'd been set up with a golden opportunity. As several danced out on the floor with strippers, I'd been sitting at the bar, located on one side of Blaine, with Kurt on the other. I almost felt bad for Blaine, who clearly felt uncomfortable by Kurt's obvious hatred toward me, but oh well - I continued the small-talk longer and longer.

However, I knew it had to happen. You see, the night previous I'd overheard a conversation between my darling sister - the bitch wasn't going to tell me about this - and Rachel Berry about how Sam and Mercedes had once dated. Now, normally I wasn't one for taking down others, but in this case, I knew that Shane and Mercedes' relationship would have to take one in order for me to end up with Blaine Anderson.

"Hey, Shane?" I said curiously, slipping out of my seat and walking toward him, as he grinded up on a very attractive, scantily-clad female. "I can tell you something, right?"

"Uh, sure," said Shane, clearly upset that I was cock-blocking him, as the girl stormed away, going to look for another man to grind up on. "What's up?"

"Now, if I was in your situation, I'd want someone to tell me…" I said, doing my best to act as though I was genuinely conflicted, "…but Sam and Mercedes dated last year."

Shane's eyes went from disbelief, to laughter, to shock, and then to fury. Without even questioning it, he stormed out of the bar, his fists by his side. Seeing Shane fuming, Kurt looked at me, and then it was like a light-bulb going off in his head. Immediately he jumped up from his seat, giving me the utmost stare of hatred, as he ran after Shane.

"Hey, Blaine?" I cooed, slinking extremely close to him. He held his beautiful head in his hands, clearly too drunk for his own good. I'd overheard Kurt telling Blaine several times that he needed to stop drinking, but clearly he wasn't listening, which made my job easier.

"Y-Yeah?" slurred Blaine, his eyes bloodshot.

"Shit! I dropped something," I cursed, 'dropping' a dollar bill on the ground. As Blaine reached on to the floor, I pulled out a vial from my pocket - something that Harmony had procured for me, from one of her college friends - and placed it inside of Blaine's drink. It wasn't anything illegal - just a little something to make his drink a bit stronger.

Kurt Hummel had picked a horrible person to be enemies with.

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SamPOV

The ride to the supermarket had been one of the most uncomfortable experiences of my life. Puck, Jesse, Finn and I had all agreed to cram in to Finn's car in order to leave the two convertibles for the girls in case they needed to go somewhere, but I'd been nearly sitting on Puck's lap the entire time, as he grumbled, as Finn drove down the rocky roads.

The supermarket was virtually in the middle of nowhere, and the second we pulled in Finn and Puck barreled toward the market, leaving Jesse and I behind. Jesse smiled warmly at me, and I smiled back. I thought it was really mature of him to be treating Finn the way he was, because Finn clearly wasn't as mature as Jesse was. That was what college did to you, I guess.

"So, who are you with, now?" asked Jesse, clearly trying to start up some light small-talk. Finn and Puck were a good ten feet in front of us and had already entered the store, so Jesse slipped his hands in to his pocket as we walked slowly through the parking lot. "Quinn, right?"

"Nah," I shrugged. "I'm not really sure where I stand with anyone, to be honest. I guess Quinn's with Finn, and Mercedes is taken, so there's no luck there."

Jesse shrugged back. "You seem like you're the one for her, bro. I'm sure she'll come around." He beamed at me, and I smiled back. I really appreciated what Jesse was doing. Any other guy in his situation would just be a complete dick, but he really seemed to be trying, for Rachel's sake.

"Are you ever jealous of him?" I said, pointing toward Finn, in front of us. We'd entered the market, with Christmas lights flashing everywhere and helpful workers greeting us. Finn and Puck had grabbed a carriage and were way ahead.

"Who, Finn?" Jesse nodded. "I mean, a little. It's just so easy for him. Me, I had to fight for Rachel for awhile, but Finn has her and Quinn begging for him."

I raised my eyebrows, because Jesse didn't seem like the type who would stand back and allow Finn to take his girl. "You think she still loves him?"

"Oh, I know she does," Jesse shrugged. "There's nothing I can do about it, you know? I guess all I can do is treat her as nice as I possible can. That's why I've been so nice to Finn. I didn't want to hurt Rachel anymore."

I wowed softly. The fact that Jesse was putting Rachel so far ahead of himself really proved how much he cared for her, but Rachel seemed not to even care, nor did Finn. Finn treated Rachel like absolute shit; same with Quinn, and it was something that had really upset me. "You think that she'll come around."

"I really, really hope so, Sam," said Jesse quietly.

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RachelPOV

After Santana's blow-up, the situation had really been too awkward for the questions to continue, so Mercedes had just put on the Twilight movie and kept quiet. It made me giggle every time I thought of how much Jesse liked them but refused to admit it, so I kept quiet, as Tina and Sunshine engaged in a heated debate over whether or not they were Team Jacob or Team Edward.

I couldn't stop thinking about Santana. Eyeing Brittany from the corner of my eye, she seemed pretty bent out of shape, but she was almost hiding behind Quinn, avoiding me. I'd known Santana for years, and while we didn't like each other too much, I knew exactly how to get through to her, where she was and, for her's and for Brittany's sakes, I was going to fix things.

Grabbing my bright yellow coat off of the kitchen counter and tossing it on along with a pair of moccasins, I stuck on my beret and walked out the slider doors in the basement. The day was late, a little later than noon, and the weather was a little cold, snow lightly falling. I continued down the levels of dock until I reached the little crevice. It had been Santana's favorite hiding spot as a kid when we'd play Hide and Seek, and for years, it was where she had retreated to.

"Hi Santana," I said quietly, sinking to sit next to her underneath the stairs. Her head was buried in to her dress, as she was curled up in a ball. There was just enough space for her to fit, and no snow had gotten through, leaving a comfortable space for us to sit.

Santana looked up from her dress, and she scowled. "Get away from me, Berry, alright? Did she send you to come talk to me?"

"No, I came on my own," I said simply, lightly. It wasn't worth it to get an attitude with Santana, because I knew that she was in a vile mood and would tear me apart.

"It kills me, Rachel," choked out Santana, stifling a sob. "It really, really friggin' does. I love her, Rachel, and I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable that I'm a lesbian-"

"I'm not uncomfortable, Santana," I smiled. "You're like a sister to me. You can tell me anything."

Was that a hint of a smile on Santana's lips? "Just, like, the fact that I single-handedly drove her away…I just can't live it with it, you know? And I can't take it back, because I made up my mind, and she's with Artie now," Santana breathed slowly, heaving.

"Hey, that doesn't mean your chance is up, does it?" I said encouragingly, wrapping my arm around Santana. She was just like we used to be when we were kids. Santana had built up a shield of insults around her that it took a very particular person to get inside, but I was persistent. "Brittany will come around. We can all see it - even Harmony said something about it, and she's only known you for what, two weeks?"

Santana wiped her tears. "You know, Rachel, I'm really sorry for how easily I turned on you when you two broke up. I don't apologize often, but I really feel shitty about it. Like, I hate Hudson, and I can't believe what I did and how I treated you-"

"It's fine." I said quietly. "I understand why you did it. Can I tell you a secret, Santana?"

"Well, since we're such best friends right now, sure," laughed Santana, and I joined in with her, our laughs meshing together well.

"Well," I said, unsure. Could I trust her? But the die had been cast, and if I didn't follow through, our conversation about truth would've meant nothing. "Finn wasn't the one who cheated, Santana."

Santana looked at me in complete disbelief. "What?"

It was something that I'd vowed never to talk about. I'd only mentioned it to Finn once, when he was very, very drunk, and had long forgotten about it, and it was something I'd never wanted to bring up. It happened during a fight between Finn and me, when I was vulnerable and Jesse was there. He'd persuaded me, he'd given me a couple of drinks, and we'd had sex.

"Finn wasn't the first one to cheat, Santana. It was me." I hated myself for it. It was what had led to our break-up, and I'd contemplated to bringing it up to Finn again, to apologizing, but I just couldn't do it. "It's my fault, Santana."

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KurtPOV

As I sprinted through Tease in to the parking lot, where Shane was raging on angrily, and I screamed after him - I swear to God, that son of a bitch Sebastian - my phone began to ring with Barbra Streisand's sing-song voice coming from my pocket.

"Hello?" I choked out, because Shane clearly wasn't in the mood to talk.

"K-Kurt?" It was Finn, and his voice was sobbing. "W-w-we…we crashed, Kurt! Please, help, oh my God, come help us, Sam's hurt-"

It was my worst nightmare.

"Oh my God, my God, o-okay," I said quickly, trying my best to compose myself. "SHANE, start up the car, Finn and the guys crashed - no, Finn, I'm coming - HURRY THE HELL UP, SHANE! Are you guys okay, Finn? - No, just Sam? Alright, I'll call an ambulance! - MATT! GET OUT YOUR PHONE! CALL AN AMBULANCE!"

Within seconds, we'd all gathered in the parking lot, as Finn was yelling directions in to my ear. He was clearly dazed, and badly hurt. "Alright, load in the mini-van," I said, grabbing Mike's keys from his hands as the guys began getting in.

"I'll take Blaine in your car," piped up Sebastian, and as much as I hated him for it, I wasn't in the mood to fight with him, so Blaine and Sebastian loaded in to my car.

"Don't worry, Finn," I murmured. "We're on our way."

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