"I... well. I don't think that's a good idea. I mean, I'd love to go, but-" she started.

"But what? If you'd love to, why don't you do it? You have to do what you like to, Rach. And if you won't like to go I understand, but you're telling m-" Finn said. He was nervous, because he liked Rachel and he did not want to ruin his chance, now that he heard what Rachel said to Jesse.

"Finn, I'm not going to lie; I like you. Well, it's weird because I've only known you for two days, but I can't help it. I would totally adore to go to the party as your date, but I don't think it's a great idea, because you've broken up with Quinn today and I still need to figure some things with Jesse and-" she was interrupted, again.

"Look, I like you too, and I don't give a damn about Quinn, OK?" he stood up.

"Finn, I'm sorry. I know that it may sound stupid but even though I like you, I won't go with you. I don't want a fight with Quinn." a little tear came down her face, but she wiped it off before he could saw it.

"I understand you. I'll wait until you feel you're ready. I don't wanna rush you or anything, fine?" he hugged her.

"Thanks for understanding." she smiled.

"Woah, what did I miss?" Puck entered the room, and was extremely confused by seeing both hugged and smiling.

"Um, nothing." they parted apart.

"Yea, of course..." Puck sarcastically said.

The three of them agreed not to talk about that during lunch and sat on the table to eat the pizza. Finn and Puck taught Rachel what every junior student needed to know in McKinley, like never entering the middle cabin in the toilet, because it's always the prank center, or like never calling Mr. Henderson 'Mister' because he hated that. After some laughter, it was time for Puck and Finn to try the fish pizza. Rachel took out her phone and recorder every single moment of the important issue that was happening in Puck's apartment.

"Well, it wasn't that bad..." Puck recognized

"That bad? It was delicious!" Finn exclaimed. "Thanks, Rachel, this pizza is amazing." he told her.

"I know" Rachel took a big bite from her slice of fish pizza "Told you, fish pizza is amazing." Rachel pointed at Puck.

"I hate you, Rachel." Puck smiled "But I have to admit this tastes amazingly, even though I'd have never tried this in my life..."

"Because you're terrible at choosing pizza." Rachel looked right into Puck's eyes, but glared at Finn every now and then. "You ordered one extra ham pizza, and we didn't even touch it, because ham pizza sucks."

"Or just because fish pizza rocks." Finn grinned.


Back in her house, Rachel started to think about everything that had happened to her that day. She started with positive things, such as Finn liked her, Finn asked her out and that she proved Puck that fish pizza rocks. But, a negative thing happened too, and she couldn't skip it, because it was too big: she talked to Jesse after four months of trying to forget him. This, she thought, will take back all my effort up to today. She reached the conclusion she was her own therapist, and also that she needed someone to talk about it. Then, she remembered.

She grabbed the phone from her handbag and dialed Santana's number. She was sure San would understand her, and give her the advice she needed.

"Hey, Rach, what's up?"

"Um, would you mind coming over? Now?" Rachel shyly asked.

"Sure." she happily exclaimed. "Everything okay?"

"Yea... well, kind of. I'll tell you later." and she hung. She wanted to wait until her... best friend? would come. She wised up that Santana lived a bit far away, so she took a warm shower to help her clear her mind.

She had just finished straightening her hair, when Santana knocked on the door. They hugged and sat on the couch.

"Well, tell me." Santana didn't bother to hide that she was excited, even though Rachel had told her not everything was okay.

"With that should I start? Good or bad news?" Rachel didn't look sad, or angry, and she wasn't either. Warm showers really helped her.

"Good news, please" she ordered. "Better be great news, because I drove half an hour to get here." she joked. Well, she actually drove half an hour, but she didn't mind.

"Well, remember I told you I liked Finn because he was sweet and all that stuff? Well, he likes me too... and he asked me out." she kinda blushed by telling this, but she always was like this around people, even her closest friends.

"Oh my God!" Santana screamed really loudly, causing Leroy telling her to lower the voice, and her having to apologize "So, when's the date?" she asked in a noticeable lower voice.

"There's no date. I've said no."

"What? Why?" she asked, bemused. "Isn't he the guy of your dreams? All you- oh, wait. He was dating Quinn. Rachel; please tell me you are not going to be Finn's lover, are you?" Santana was afraid her best friend would make the same mistake she made.

"No!" Rachel shouted, horrified. "But he has broken up with Quinn today, and I don't wanna have trouble with her. She is my only friend, because you are my best friend, of course." she added after seeing Santana's face.

"Well, that's a point." Santana agreed "But, I think you should say yes. Where did he invite you? Breadstix?"

"Um, to Quinn's party." she blushed

"No. There's no way you're going with Finn to her recent ex-girlfriend's party. Text him now, saying you will date him, but not at Quinn's party. Because you will lose him. Everybody wants to date Finn, and now that he's single... be ready."

"But he said he will wait for me, and I really need some more time before dating someone, I still need to get some things clear about Jesse... which takes me to the bad news."

"What happened?"

"Well, we were at Puck's today, and we decided to order pizza. Turns out, the delivery boy was Jesse, and we invented I was dating Finn so that he would leave, but he threatened me that I mustn't date anyone but him, and to be honest, I'm scared. Really scared." she mumbled the last words.

"Everything will be okay, don't worry." Santana hugged her. "Jesse is an asshole, but he has a limit. Oh well, he had a limit with me. But he really crossed the line with you..."