So, here's another chapter. It's not very long, I have to say that before you start reading. Thanks for the follows, favorites and reviews I love to know what you all think about it… Well, here's Rachels date with Finn. There's not many Quinn in this one. I'll post the next chapter in the weekend. (By the way, sorry for the grammar mistakes. Writing in English is quite difficult for me)

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Rachel

Rachel isn't bored very often. But today, she almost falls asleep. Like, really. She's currently on her date with Finn, who's eating like a hungry bear after hibernation. They're at Breadstix (yes, Breadstix. Sigh…) and Finn keeps talking about how he made the winning touchdown in a football match this morning. He's already talking about it for about an hour. "…But then Puck threw the ball to me, because he's like, my buddy, you know? So I pushed past all those big guys and… Rach, are you still listening?" Finn's eyes are searching for mine. Rachel nods with a yawn. She looks at her watch. 8PM. Two hours till she can go home without being weird. Damn. "…Quinn being strange lately?" Rachel's suddenly awake from her daydream. "Huh? What did you say about Quinn?" She asks, immediately interested. Finn frowns. "You're really off today, hmm?" He states. "Just repeat what you just asked, please. What's with Quinn?" Her eyes bore into Finn's. He gulps. Rachel knows she can be intimidating. She actually loves it right now. "Uhhm, I just asked if you also noticed that Quinn's behaving strange lately." He smiles nervously. "Well, maybe she saw the holy light. I don't know." Rachel shrugs. It's a good question, she admits. It's what she's been asking herself, too. But then the conversation in the car happened. She believes that Quinn's afraid for her parents and just believes everything they say because… Well… they are her parents. But Quinn tries to be friendly to her. She promised that. Rachel doesn't knows if she believes that, but she has to give Quinn a fair chance to prove herself, so she decided to give it a rest. Although it looks like Quinn avoided her at school today. But they never talked to each other at school so it isn't that strange… "She used to hate you. So why is she friendly all of sudden? I don't understand." He scratches his chin, looking confused. Rachel chokes on the salad she's eating. How does he know she's friendly to her? Did he see them? "How do you mean, friendly?" She quietly asks. "Well, she doesn't throw slushies at you anymore. That's weird. In my opinion, that's her being friendly. I never saw her doing any other friendly thing so… I don't know." He sighs, struggling with words. "Yeah… That's true. But she has other people who do it for her… By the way, can we go? I feel sick." It isn't entirely a lie. She really feels sick, because she already ate three salads before this one to survive Finn's utterly boring talks. He looks disappointed but nods. "Sure, Rach…" He stands up, pays the bill and grabs her jacket. "I'll throw, you catch, okay?" He excitedly says. Can he be any more childish? She nods, with a groan, and catches her jacket. The annoying whistling starts again when they leave Breadstix. Where's the duct tape when you need it?

Finn doesn't holds the car-door open for her. Gentleman my ass. Not that she needs him to hold the door, but after this horrible date it was the least thing he could do. But nope. "So, it was fun, right?" Finn says happily. He's grinning again. Rachel ignores him and looks out of the window. The ride home went by in silence.

"Well… I liked our date." Finn softly says. They're standing in the front of Rachel's house right now. Finn noticed that's something off with Rachel but he decided to ignore it. Rachel looks at him and can't even try to lie anymore. Finn deserves better than this. "Finn…" She starts. Finn looks at her expectantly. Rachel swallows heavily and looks into his honest eyes. "I… I think it's better if we're just friends." She adds. Finn gulps. "Why?" He asks. "Honestly? This date sucked. And I don't feel anything when I'm with you. I like you, Finn, but not more than just a friend." She looks at the floor, unable to speak further. "You lied to me?" His voice raises. "N-no, I didn't. I really tried to like you, I j…" She's unable to finish her sentence. "No, you didn't. You knew the whole time. You knew I liked you so you used me. Just to break my heart." Finn's screaming furiously now. Rachel flinches when he raises his voice. "You're my friend, I've never wanted to hurt you…" Finn starts to walk away. "No! Finn! Please, hear me out!" Rachel yells helplessly. "I don't want to hear your damn voice again. You're not my friend. You're dead to me." Angry tears leave his eyes. Rachel shakes her head. She's also crying now. "Don't do this, Finn…" She chokes in her own tears. Finn looks at her coldly. "You'll regret this. I swear to god, you'll regret this." He threateningly whispers. Rachel's scared by his ice-cold voice. She never saw him like this. She never even saw him angry. She has the terrible feeling she just broke him. "I'm so, so sor…" Finn slams his car-door shut and just a few seconds later, he's gone, leaving Rachel in tears. Worst date ever. She just lost her dear friend. Her only friend.

The next day, a knock on the door startles her. Her eyes are red and puffy from crying. She hasn't slept at all last night. Before she can say 'come in', her dad already opens the door. He's shocked by what he sees. His daughter is in a miserable state with dozens of tissues surrounding her. "Oh, honey… What's wrong?" He sits down on her bed, rubbing her back in soothing patterns. Rachel shakes her head, sniffling. "I just lost my friend." She sobs. Hiram hugs her. "I'm sure you'll get him back. And you can get new friends, right?" Hiram pulls her away and looks into her eyes. She swallows. Her dads don't know about the slushies, the horrible nicknames and her low status at school. She never told them. "Sure, dad." She fakes a grin. "Just know we're here for you. You know that, right?" He asks. His sweet eyes look at her with so much love, Rachel wants to drown in them. She nods. Her dads are hardly at home, so she knows it's a lie. It always has been. They said this so many times to her but she never had the guts to tell her dads about the bullying. They can't help her because they are never here, so why would she make them worried, right? Her dad stands up and gives her a kiss on her forehead. Rachel smiles sadly. "It's almost time for breakfast. Are you coming downstairs in a few minutes?" He changes the subject. Rachel nods. As he leaves the room, Rachel buries her face into her pillow and cries.

At school, the first thing she notices is the whispering. As she walks by, people stop and stare at her like she's an alien and then they start whispering to their friends, pointing at her. If it's not with their hands, it's with their eyes. All those eyes are following here like a virus. She doesn't knows what's going on but she has the strange feeling it has something to do with last night.

Rachel walks into her first class. She's sitting in the front, like always. Nothing different from any other day. The whispering is new, and she hates it. It's even worse than the nicknames. If they want to say something to her, why don't they just do it? The teacher notices the strange tense in the room but he ignores it. Like teachers always ignore the slushies people at school throw at her, the nicknames they call her. Nothing different about that. Maybe that's not okay, but she doesn't knows better than this.

School break. Nobody talked to her, yet. That's kind of different because jocks talk to her... Before they throw the slushie at her. And cheerleaders talk to her. Insults, of course. She's almost relieved when she sees Quinn walking into the canteen. Her relieve turns into sadness when Quinn locks eyes with her and immediately turns her head. Is this different than other days? It isn't, actually. But she hoped Quinn would try to be friendly to her after friday in her car. Guess her expectations were too high, again.

After school, there's still nobody who talked to her. No 'hi', no 'hey dwarf', no 'manhands'. Nothing. The silence is horrible. She walks home again. She silently hopes Quinn would offer her a ride again but she knows it won't happen. She stumbles and expects kids to laugh (maybe she even hopes it would happen, because she's so tired of people ignoring her) but nothing happens. Kids on bikes pass by, not even looking at her. But she hears something like "Isn't that the Berry kid? Eww, I think I just got a virus just by looking at her". Even that is nothing different than any other days. It's kind of sad, actually.

At home, Rachel decides she wants to sing again. Singing is the only thing that helps her relax. Well… Her morning-exercises help a bit, too. Singing is her passion since she was the fragile age of three months. Her dads say she's a born talent because she sung 'don't rain on my parade' before she could even speak. Her dads even captured that moment on video. Even Rachel herself must admit it's impressive because her voice was, even back then, very clear. She knows her mom is a famous broadway-singer. She's kind of proud of that. Rachel puts in her funny girl CD and soon she's belting out her favorite song since she was three months old: "don't rain on my parade."

Before dinner, Rachel tries to make contact with her stranger.

-Broadwaystar0110: Heyy.

-Broadwaystar0110: Are you here?

Two hours later, she tries again.

-Broadwaystar0110: Can you please answer me?

-Broadwaystar0110: Please?

Another hour later, again.

-Broadwaystar0110: Why don't you answer me?

-Broadwaystar0110: Do you hate me?

Before she goes to bed, she checks again. Still no reply. She just guesses the whole world hates her, then.

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