It had been nearly a week since Finn and Rachel were released from the hospital. Life at McKinley's had continued as usual even without them. As scheduled, a Glee club's meeting was in order. The Glee club members filled the classroom, alone, in pairs, or in a group. Nearly everyone had arrived when Mr. Schue, the Glee club advisor, entered. His hair perfectly imitating a lovingly crafted bird's nest.

"Hey, guys."

He looked at the students, counting them in his head. His gaze stopped at Finn, who was sitting next to Kurt – persistently trying to cop a feel of Finn's thighs – and an empty chair.

"Rachel's still not here, huh?"

Finn was distracted, trying to swat away Kurt's grabby hands, and did not respond.

"Finn? Is she okay?"

He finally turned his attention away from Kurt, who greedily took the opportunity to open his step-brother's fly and lovingly caressed the front side of Finn's boxers.

"Oh. Well, Rachel...she said she's fine. She just needs some time...adjusting, Mr. Schue."

"I see. Well, let's hope she will join us soo-" said Mr. Schue before he was interrupted.

"I heard she's got some guy's ear stuck in her mouth."

Everyone turned to look at Brittany. She looked blissfully calm with her usual dopey smile.

Finn's heart froze. Nobody was supposed to know about that. They had been very careful and precise. Even the ongoing police's investigation hadn't discovered the doctor's body, hidden away in the Berrys' basement. They were planning to ship it off, part by part, to different countries.

"What? She has another guy's part in her? What a skank. Is your hand not enough?" said Santana in a fiery temperament. Everyone knew that she was still pissed because Brittany wouldn't agree to let her hand amputated to put in her nose.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down, Dora. Nobody talks to Finn that way!" spat Kurt. He put back Finn's manhood, which he had rubbed into a respectable size, back into his boxers, and stood up.

Santana rose up from her seat, ready to fight.

"Bring it, you little Orphan Annie!"

"Guys! Guys, calm down!" yelled Mr. Schue. Santana and Kurt stopped begrudgingly and sat down. Everyone else breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brittany, where did you hear that from?" asked Mr. Schue.

"Lord Tubbington," answered Brittany, feeling happy that everyone was paying attention to her, "he had been coming home late these few days. He said he was consoling Rachel. And he tasted the ear when they were french kissing."

"Oh Great Afro-American Jesus!" yelled Mercedes, a sentiment shared by nearly everyone in the room as they made noises - gasps, shouts of shock, yelps. Brittany just looked around confused.

Finn felt something broke inside him. Then something else rose, a feeling he had never felt before. In many ways, it was reminiscent of anger. Yet it was cold and dark, unlike the familiar heat and rage.

He rose from his seat, silent, tranquil. With a swift motion, he picked up his bag and threw it over his shoulders, hitting Quinn square in the face.

"Ouch!"

"Sorry Mr. Schue, but I have to skip practice," said Finn as he walked out the door.

Not even looking back to Mr. Schue and the rest of the team, Finn left the school. He ran as fast as his feet would all to the Berry's household a few blocks away.

He jumped over the fence and walked over to the side where Rachel's bedroom window was. He thought he heard something and closed his eyes to focus. Thankfully, it was a quiet evening in the neighborhood.

"Yeah...unh...Tubbing-...put it deep-"

"Meowww!"

It was, unmistakably, the sound of one Rachel Berry. The diva of the Glee club. The girlfriend of Finn Hudson.

Finn examined the lawn he was standing at. It was well-cared of, with tasteful landscaping and ornaments. There was a fist-sized rock lying near a patch of begonia bushes. Finn picked it up and threw it at a window on the first floor, smashing the window into countless shards of glass.

He then jumped through the window frame, ignoring the pain of glass shards cutting into him. He landed in the living room and made his way to Rachel's room on the second floor. He put all his weight into slamming the door, throwing it off the handles.

"Rachel! How dare you!"

Rachel Berry was lying on her bed. Brittany's fat tabby cat, Lord Tubbington was on top of Rachel facing away from her, his long, furry tail inside Rachel's mouth. The couple jumped in shock by the sudden intrusion. Lord Tubbington hid under the bed.

"F-Finn? I can explain this!" said Rachel clearly. She had gotten used to speaking with the doctor's ear in her mouth after hours of training.

"Oh, okay," said Finn calmly. He sat down on the bed next to Rachel. She gently put her hand on Finn's and held it.

"Thank you, I know you'll understand. So..." Rachel took to the middle of the bedroom. She turned on a record player and a jazzy, upbeat tune played. Finn didn't recognize the song.

"From when we killed the physician, I thought all was over

I was in such a deep misery, scared of the police's sirene," Rachel started singing, her melodious voice flawlessly timed to match the tune.

It was an original composition, unlike anything Finn's heard. Yet it was really beautiful, perfectly written and sung. Finn's eyes had gotten teary even just one verse in.

"But then one day, a cat named Lord Tubbington visited over

The sound of his footsteps and his cute meowing are like a siren's"

Rachel started to dance. She put up her left foot on her right knee and bounced around gaily while shaking her head, her luscious brown hair elegantly waving through the air. She was like an endangered crane, fluttering in the eternal hope of finding a mate to continue the legacy of its species.

"So I took him to my bed and we chatted all night

He was such a fluffy and understanding pussy."

Rachel put all her strength on her right foot and bounced high. In the air, she pushed her torso forward to rotate her body vertically, her head lunging toward the floor. She swiftly extended her hands before she touched the floor. The vigor and precision of her movements pitched a tent in Finn's trousers.

"When I was with him everything felt so right

Every time he licked and ravaged my p-"

"Bravo! Bravo!" Finn stood up and clapped. Tears were streaming down his eyes like the Niagara Falls. The tears of pride and joy dropped with such succulence onto the floor of Rachel Berry's bedroom and shattered into dozens of tiny droplets, each brilliant in its own ways.

Rachel was flabbergasted by the heartfelt reception. Her plan to announce her infidelity was turned around on its head. She stunned in place, the music still playing in the background as Finn embraced her.

"No, Finn, I wanted to tell you that I-"

Finn smacked her in the mouth.

"Ssh, it's okay. I know what you want to tell me."

"Y-you do?" said Rachel, her lips still painfully stinging from the slap, but cautiously optimistic.

"Yeah! Let's record this song and become millionaires!"

"Wait, that's not what-"

"I can see it already! First we'll record the song, then we'll hire Ang Lee to direct the music video and let's do a national tour! No, international tour, even!"

"Finn! Listen! Lord Tubbington and me, we are-"

Finn let go of Rachel and picked up the lumpy cat. He growled lazily. Finn's eyes were bright with his visions for the future.

"That's genius! Of course! Let's have him in the video! Everyone likes cats!"

"Well, I-"

"No time to waste! Let's go find a recording studio!"

Finn threw Rachel over his shoulder and jumped out of the window.

"Noooooooooooo!"