Buffy was like a ghost in the hallways, walking slowly to the end of the hall with a thin, blue textbook for Health class in her hand. She was walking to her next period, her thoughts far away from school. She kept playing one sentence through her inner ear on repeat; Santana sends her love.

The whole situation was torturous, especially going from class to class and trying to keep up her grades despite the fact that her heart was torn in two by the person she loved most. She almost wished she could take the love back, to have never said it or felt it. Then, maybe none of this would have happened.

She looked up to see a tall blonde making her way towards her, wearing a black pencil skirt and a snug black sweater, smiling mischievously.

"Holly," Buffy said, widening her eyes, "What are you doing here?"

"Don't worry, B-Side," Holly smirked, "I'm here on strict teacher duties. No watching allowed. Your Health teacher has been... let go."

"Mrs. Radbury? Yeah, last week she told us that sex was a 'special hug' so her qualifications as a Health teacher was pretty questionable."

Holly smiled brightly. "Well, I'm here to tell all of you sex-driven hormone bombs how to do it safely and in style."

Buffy smirked. "Whatever that means..." she mumbled, walking towards Health class with Holly Holliday.

They walked through the wooden door and Buffy took a seat up front beside Tina while Holly greeted the class with an, "Hola, chicos," and started to set her things on the desk. As Buffy swished her blond hair, Sam nudged Mercedes with his elbow in their double-seat by the window.

"So, have you heard anything in glee club?" he asked, "Like, how she's doing?"

Mercedes rolled her dark brown eyes. "Why don't you ask her? I thought you were supposed to be friends now."

"Yeah, we are, but it's still... awkward. I mean, she's not going to talk to me about her feelings. She's not going to talk to me about... Santana."

"What makes you think she's going to talk to me about it?"

"Well, maybe she sang something sad in glee club?"

"She hasn't sang anything in glee club. This week has been all angry break-up songs by Rachel Berry, still. I mean, she broke up with Finn months ago. I get that he's still annoying, but I am so over it-"

"Has she been acting different?"

Mercedes sighed irritably. "Well, yeah, Sam, the girl she loves had her soul taken away. She's been acting sad."

Sam frowned sympathetically, his eyes still on the back of Buffy's blonde head. "I wish there was something I could do."

Mercedes shook her head and ignored the boy next to her. Quinn folded her arms across her chest at the back of the room, similarly irritable about the conversation she was having.

"Look at him," Rachel shook her head and narrowed her eyes at Finn, who was sitting at the top of the class with his arm around Dakota Bargis, "As if he really cares about Dakota Bargis. He's just trying to rub it in my face. Look! He keeps looking back at us!"

"Well, yeah," Quinn sighed, "He's obsessed with you. If you keep talking about him, you're giving him exactly what he wants."

"Right," Rachel sighed deeply, nodding, "I'm sorry, I keep rambling on about him. How have you been? It must be strange having Beth in your house."

Quinn nodded. She had admitted to Rachel her back-up plan to restore Santana's soul with the help of Shelby. She just hadn't had the time to ask Rachel if she'd help. But how do you ask someone to help the mother that rejected them and the boy that brutally dumped them?

"Yeah, it's odd. I'm not exactly sure of how I'm supposed to act, but I do want to be apart of Beth's life and so does Puck, so-"

"Look! He just turned around to see if I was looking at him! He is so transparent!"

Quinn rolled her eyes as Holly Holliday stood and called for their attention.

"Okay, ladies and germs," smiled Holly, "Today I'm picking up where your last teacher left off with sex education, only a little less of the stork theories and some more practical stuff, 'kay 'kay? So, listen, you guys, I know you have a celibacy club in the school and a lot of people are going to preach abstinence to you, but I'm here to tell you that you kids are growing up and no-one's going to blame you for not waiting for marriage or an impending apocalypse or something."

The class tittered and Buffy frowned.

"The only way you guys are going to protect yourselves from the negative consequences of sex is to be prepared," said Holly.

Rachel's hand shot up in the air. "Ms. Holiday, can you demonstrate how to properly use a condom?" she asked, perkily.

Quinn smirked. Though she knew Rachel had only asked to get a rise out of Finn, she was happy to see that the footballer was beginning to look ill.

"I thought you'd never ask!" Holly smiled and removed an unpeeled cucumber from her handbag.

When class was over, Rachel skipped out into the hallways, revelling in the possibility that Finn thought she was having sex with another boy. Normally she would never think so vindictively, but lately, her angered thoughts always turned to Finn. At least they weren't romantic thoughts, but all the same, she wished she could get him out of her mind.

"Rach!"

Rachel turned, her jaw clenched, to see Finn slowly striding next to her. "Yes, Finn?" she asked, jutting her chin into the air.

"I wanted to apologize about what happened at your house party. It was uncalled for. I really didn't show up to start a fight."

Rachel nodded. "I accept your apology, Finn, but I think it would be best if we didn't talk to each other."

"Oh, come on," Finn tried to smile sweetly, "Buffy and Sam broke up, like, two weeks ago and they're already talking. I think we could be friends, too, if we tried."

Rachel nodded. "Yes, but the problem is, Finn, that's you've made it clear that you still have feelings for me. You want to get back together and I'm just not interested. Sam still loves Buffy but he's not pressuring her to get into a relationship with him again. He's respecting her boundaries."

"Please," Finn snorted, "He's watching her from afar like a love struck puppy."

"And what are you doing, Finn?" Rachel raised an eyebrow, "I really don't want to have an argument at school of all places."

"Hey, Rachel," Quinn called and quickly sprinted to the brunette's side, "Can I see your for a second? I have a question about the glee club assignment. Oh, hi, Finn, are you here to smother Rachel with your man boobs?"

"I'm not here to fight with you, Quinn," Finn frowned, gritting his teeth.

"Whatever," Quinn rolled her eyes, "Come on, Rachel."

Rachel looped her arm into Quinn's and both girls disappeared around the corner.

"There is something about that Jolly Green Giant that turns me into such a mega-bitch," Quinn shook her head.

"Thanks for that," Rachel smiled.

"No problem," Quinn smiled back, squeezing Rachel's arm.

xxx

"Fancy it, pet?"

Drusilla held a velvet box in her hand and smiled, ecstatic, at the blood-red ruby necklace that sparkled at her from inside. She lifted her head and looked to Spike, who was grinning smugly at her from across the thick old wooden table in their underground lair.

"It's beautiful," she sighed dreamily, "Sparkly..."

"Nothing but the best for my-"

Spike was cut off by the bloody splat of a human heart being dropped on the dusty surface of the table. Drusilla set her necklace down at looked at the heart, her eyes widening with absolute delight. Snix appeared over her shoulder in a short, black gown and red lipstick, winking at Spike.

"Happy belated Valentine's Day, Dru," she said sweetly, brushing Drusilla's black hair over her shoulder and giving her a kiss on her jawline, "Sorry your first present didn't quite work out."

"Ooh, my angel," Drusilla cooed, scooping up the heart with both hands, "It's still warm!"

"I knew you'd like it. I got it in a quaint little shop assistant." Snix's eyes flitted to the ruby on the table and she picked up the necklace, inspecting it with a small smile. "Cute. Here, let me..."

Drusilla blissfully let her eyes flutter closed as Snix brushed her hair out of the way and began to fasten the necklace around Dru's pale, swanlike neck. Spike clenched his jaw and rolled forward in his rusty wheelchair.

"Leave it," he ordered, "I'll do it."

"Done," Snix smirked.

Spike seethed, staring daggers into Snix. "You'd do well to worry less about Dru and more about the slayer you tramped around with."

"Dear Buffy," Snix smiled fondly, "I'm still trying to decide how to send my regards."

"You could rip her lungs out," Spike said flatly, "That might make an impression."

"Lacks poetry," Snix shook her head.

"It doesn't have to. Let me think, what rhymes with lungs?" Spike asked himself.

"Don't worry, Spike. My angel will find her way..." Drusilla smiled, stroking the heart like it was a pet, "Snix knows just what speaks to a girl."

xxx

Buffy and her mother were splayed out on the couch with candy wrappers littering the coffee table and Kate & Leopold playing on the TV. "Pass me the caramel corn," said Joyce, unmoving with a throw over her.

Buffy's eyes flitted to the bowl of sweet popcorn an arm's length away on the table. "I can't," she said, lazily stretching her arm.

"Good," Joyce closed her eyes, nearly comatose with fullness.

Buffy groaned as the doorbell rang.

"You'll get it," Joyce smirked.

Buffy hoisted herself off the couch with great effort and unenthusiastically trudged to the door, opening it to greet nothing but the night breeze. Buffy shivered and arched an eyebrow, alertly sticking her head out to see who had rung the doorbell. She went back inside and closed the door behind her. She turned back into the living room, but her mother wasn't there and the DVD had been paused.

"Mom?" she called quietly.

She heard a scratching from the kitchen and ran in to see a tree branch poking at the window and the back door wide open, knocking slightly against the wall. Buffy cautiously walked toward it and when a figure appeared at the archway, Buffy gasped and held up her fists.

"Buffy!" Joyce gasped, holding a long, thin, black box, "It's me!"

"Sorry..." Buffy sighed, relieved, "You scared me."

"I went to check the back door. Somebody left these for you," she said, handing Buffy the box.

She handed Buffy the box. On the surface in white chalk her name was written. Buffy carefully lifted the lid to see a dozen blood-red roses laying side by side with a square, wide card on top of them. All it said was 'Soon'.

xxx

Finn walked into the nurse's office and cleared his throat over an episode of Teen Mom playing on the portable television. Terri didn't looked away from the screen as she filed her nails and answered, "What?"

"Uh, Nurse Delmonico?"

"Yeah?" Terri sighed, already irritable.

"I need you to do something for me," he said, closing the door and leaning in closer to her, "A spell."

Terri looked up at him, holding her nail file still. "A spell, huh? What do you know about spells?"

"I know that you put a spell on the town at Halloween. If you can do that, then this should be easy for you."

"What should?" she asked, slightly interested.

"A love spell."

"A love spell?" she asked dubiously.

"Yeah. Good, old-fashioned, can't eat, can't sleep, can't do anything but think about me," he smiled.

"On who?"

"Rachel Berry. She's, uh, she's in glee club."

"One of the slayers little friends," Terri nodded, "Listen, Fred-"

"Finn."

"Yeah, I know you may think now that you'd like to spend the rest of eternity with someone-"

"What? Eternity? No, I don't want to be with Rachel for the rest of my life."

"Then what?"

"I just want her to want me. I want her to be in as much pain as I am."

"Well, I am in the business of vengeance, but these kinds of things can be tricky. I can't just snap my fingers and make her love you like I could snap my fingers and turn her into a worm."

"What do you need?"

"Meet me here tonight. For a good old-fashioned love spell we need to use good old-fashioned witchcraft. Bring something that belongs to her, okay?"

Finn thought for a moment and then nodded. "Yeah. No problem."

xxx

"I want my necklace back."

Rachel and Quinn turned from Rachel's locker to see Finn standing near them, looking determined with his hands on his hips.

"What are you talking about?" asked Rachel.

"My necklace. The one with the gold star. I want it back," he said.

Rachel frowned, incredulous. "That was a gift."

"It was a gift at Christmas. Today, it's scrap metal."

Rachel clenched her jaw and dug through her locker.

"You're pathetic," Quinn shook her head as Rachel removed a gold necklace with a tiny star attached from inside her locker.

"You can have this, too," she said, handing him a chain that had 'Finn' hanging from the end of it in spiralled gold letters, "I won't need it anymore."

Finn snatched the two necklaces from her hand and stormed off.

"What is his problem?" Rachel asked as he disappeared around the corner

Quinn rolled her eyes. "He tries to use kindness to win you over and then when it doesn't immediately pay off, he gets mad. Forget about him."

"But I can't forget about him!" Rachel groaned, closing her locker door and resting her head against the cold metal, "He's all I ever think about now."

Quinn gritted her teeth. "He'll get over himself sooner or later. Just don't give him any attention."

"That's easier said than done. I lose sleep just thinking of good comebacks or things I should have said."

Quinn stared at the floor and tried not to be hurt by the fact that Rachel was still losing sleep over neanderthals like Finn Hudson. There were only so much just-ignore-hims and don't-let-him-get-to-yous that Quinn could give.

"Well, I have to get to a meeting with the Mock UN," Rachel sighed, "You should join. Sweden's out sick with mono."

Quinn smiled. "I'll think about it."

"Great. See you later!" Rachel grinned and skipped away.

Quinn laid flat against the row of lockers and thought about how everything sucked when Holly Holliday came walking past with that eternal smile on her face. Quinn quickly caught up to her.

"Ms. Holliday? Can I talk to you?" she asked, "In private? I need... relationship advice."

Holly grinned. "I thought you'd never ask."

xxx

Rachel sat in the student lounge the next morning with Tina, both girls leaning over a Chemistry textbook to compare last night's homework. Rachel's brown eyes trailed across the list of formulas when a shadow fell over the page, obscuring the view. Rachel looked up to see Finn standing over her, smiling smugly.

"Finn, what do you want?" she asked, calmly.

"Morning, ladies," he said, his arms folded, "Nice weather we're having."

Rachel frowned and raised her eyebrows. "Finn, what do you want? You can't possibly be looking for more jewelry to melt down because all you ever gave me were those Walmart-looking necklaces."

Finn's smile faltered. "Uh... Are you okay? You aren't feeling a little... light-headed o-or flushed-?"

"Finn, no, I feel fine. Stop bothering me," she shook her head, "What is it with you?"

"Sorry," he frowned, "My mistake."

Rachel and Tina watched him leave, both girls bewildered. "Can you believe him?" Rachel turned to Tina.

"I know," Tina raised an eyebrow, "Did he cut his hair or something? He looked... nice."

Finn stormed into the empty gym and angrily picked up a basketball, tossing it at one of the tall baskets with a lot of force. The ball went way higher than intended and ricocheted off of the wall, bouncing to the back of the room.

"Hey!"

Finn spun around to see Morgan Ru scrambling off of the floor and kicking away the basketball with irritation.

"Sorry," Finn frowned, walking towards her, "Did I hit you?"

"Yeah, you did," Morgan frowned, patting down her Cheerios uniform, "Watch it next time, you big-" Morgan looked up at Finn's eyes and her mouth dropped open. "...big, strong... athletic..."

"I didn't think anyone was in here," he said, picking up the basketball.

"Just little old me," Morgan smirked, dropping one hip, "Stretching for practise later."

"Oh, right. I'll get out of your hair-"

"Wait, what's the rush?" asked Morgan, holding up a hand with a wide smile, "What are you doing all on your own?"

"Just wanted to shoot some hoops," Finn shrugged.

"You look a little... upset."

"Uh, yeah, it's nothing. Just..." Finn sighed, "My ex-girlfriends have decided to gang up on me and nothing I do seems to work."

"Quinn Fabray and Rachel Berry?" Morgan wrinkled her nose in disgust, "You know, I never thought either one of them deserved you."

Finn scoffed. "Not the popular theory."

Morgan strutted towards him and smiled charmingly. "You know what? Why don't we go do something tonight? Just the two of us. Get your mind off those stupid little girls."

"Really?" Finn raised a dubious eyebrow.

"Yeah. We can comfort each other," Morgan smiled, "I'm actually kind of relieved you're not with either of them anymore. You know how you can see a person everyday and not really see them."

"Uh..." Finn started to blush, "Um, aren't you dating Karofsky?"

Morgan laughed. "Where have you been? Dave is gay. It was so humiliating for me. But I think it's time I get me a real man. When you think about it, we make a lot of sense. I'm the head cheerleader. You're the quarterback of the football team. It's, like, a match made in high school heaven. And I won't get knocked up by your best friend, either. I would never hurt you."

"Finn? Can I talk to you?"

Finn tore his eyes away from Morgan seductive smile to see Nurse Terri standing by the door of the gym.

"Uh, yeah, okay," he nodded and turned back to Morgan, "Hold that thought, alright?"

He sprinted over to Terri and stood with her out in the hallway, excited shivers running through his body.

"I don't think the spell worked," Terri shook her head.

"Yeah, it's not a big deal," said Finn, peeking through the windows in the double doors of the gym to see Morgan standing there, waiting.

"We should try again tonight. I'm still a little rusty with old-fashioned witchcraft."

"Uh, it's okay. It's better to not mess with these kinds of things..."

"Right. Well, we don't have to do a spell. We could just... spend time together."

"Uh, yeah... Wait, what?"

Terri smiled sweetly. "I just really enjoyed spending time with you last night. It's strange how you can see a person every day and..."

"Never really see them?" Finn raised an eyebrow.

"Exactly!" Terri grinned, "We're already finishing each other's sentences."

Finn gulped and peered through the window in the door again to see Morgan doing stretching exercises and waggling her fingers at him.

"So, I thought maybe tonight we could-" Terri continued, but was interrupted by Mercedes, who walked over with a History textbook in her hand.

"Hi, Finn?"

"Yeah?"

"You're in Mrs. Jackson's History class this semester, right? I thought maybe we could get together and study," she asked with a hopeful smile.

"Do you mind?" Terri frowned, "We're talking."

"I really have to leave... right now," Finn said promptly and spun around, running in the other direction.

Finn ran through the school hallway, catching every female gaze and getting glares from many of their boyfriends. He rushed out of school and drove home in a panic. Was he crazy, or was this the product of the spell he'd helped Nurse Delmonico do last night? He made it home and ran up the porch in two jumps, shutting the front door behind him and sighing, overwhelmed. He trudged into the family room and plopped down on the couch, wondering what in the world was going on with the girls at school when someone handed him a can of Coke from behind his shoulder.

"Thanks," he mumbled, and cracked the can open and gulping it down. Small hands started to squeeze his shoulders and he looked directly up to see Quinn leaning over him, a smile on her face and her long blonde hair splayed over her shoulders.

He nearly snorted the fizz out of his nose as he shot up, dropping the soda can.

"Sorry!" she gasped, still smiling, "I wanted to surprise you."

"Well, good job!" Finn spluttered.

"Calm down," Quinn rolled her eyes, "I've been at your house before."

"Yeah, when we were dating. What are you doing here now?!"

"I wanted to see you," she shrugged, "I feel so bad about how things have been lately. I was so cruel. I guess I just didn't realize how perfect you are. I never really did. Until now."

"No! Listen, Quinn, I know what you're feeling, but it isn't real."

"Of course it is. This is the most real I've ever felt," she smiled blissfully.

"No, listen. You and Rachel are friends-"

"Rachel," Quinn scoffed and rolled her eyes, "She doesn't know what she's missing. She never should have given you up."

"That's it. This has all got to stop." Finn grabbed Quinn by the shoulders and pushed her towards the hallway. "Go home and... rest." He used one hand to open the front door and pushed Quinn out onto the porch with the other."

xxx

Kurt breathed out through his nose as Blaine pressed his lips and tongue against his, fervently snaking his hands around Kurt's body and pulling at the fabrics. Kurt's worries about his relationship with Blaine going downhill had ceased to exist and things were now getting more heated than ever. Blaine had never been particularly assertive but you wouldn't know it to see them now, with Blaine pressed on top of him on Kurt's bed, his Dalton blazer discarded and the first few buttons of his shirt undone.

"So, listen, we should keep talking about..." Kurt mumbled against Blaine's lips, "...about what I said earlier."

Blaine nuzzled into Kurt's neck and started planting kisses on his pale skin. "About McKinley?" he asked between kisses.

"Yeah," Kurt sighed, closing his eyes, "What do you think? I mean, Karofsky apologized really sincerely a-and Dalton is expensive so there's really no reason not to transfer back to McKinley next year... well, except... Blaine, are you listening?"

Kurt held Blaine by the shoulders and pushed him upwards.

"Yeah, I'm listening," Blaine nodded, staring down at Kurt with his lips wet, "It's just hard to concentrate when I see those collarbones..."

Blaine ducked back down and started kissing his boyfriend's collar bone.

"Blaine, come on," Kurt laughed, "You know, becoming a werewolf has changed you."

Blaine leaned back, looking sheepish. "Sorry."

"I wasn't complaining," Kurt smiled.

Blaine grinned. "Maybe I'll transfer with you."

Kurt widened his eyes. "To McKinley?"

"I love you, I love your friends... Why not?"

Kurt pulled Blaine back down and the two kissed until the door swung open and Blaine jumped up, stumbling and falling off of the bed. Kurt shot up to see Finn bursting into the room looking panicked.

"Finn!" Kurt shrieked, "Knock!"

"Now is not the time! I have a problem! Hey, Blaine."

Blaine rose from the floor, his face flushed. "Hi, Finn..."

"What do you want?!" Kurt demanded.

"I did something stupid," Finn frowned.

"That's not a surprise, Finn," Kurt grumbled, sliding off of the bed and sitting at the end of it.

"Have you had any visions lately?"

"No, I've been trying to control them."

"What are you doing that for?! You're supposed to have them ready so you can tell me if I'm about to do something stupid!"

"You doing something stupid is not noteworthy, Finn! What is your problem? Why are barging into my room?"

"I went to Nurse Delmonico," Finn frowned, "I wanted her to grant a wish."

"Finn," Kurt frowned, "What did you wish for?"

"We did a love spell on Rachel."

Kurt groaned. "Finn..."

"It didn't work, though. Something went wrong. Rachel wasn't affected."

"So what's the problem?"

"Every other girl in Lima is in love with me."

"Finn," Kurt sighed.

"What do I do?"

"First thing tomorrow, you go and tell Buffy and you pray she hasn't been affected by your stupidity."

"It's not my fault, man. I mean it is but I'm freaking out, okay? Can you try not to be so... sassy?"

Kurt sighed. "Fine. Knock next time and we won't have a problem."

xxx

Finn ducked into the choir room the next day to find Buffy and Tina sitting in there, talking over a box of blood red roses.

"Uh, Buffy?" he said, knocking lightly on the doorframe.

Buffy and Tina looked over, a familiar glazed expression washing over their faces.

"Finn..." Buffy said, slowly looking him up and down, "Can I help you?"

"Can I help you?" Tina asked eagerly.

"It's fine, Tina, go take a walk. Finn wants to see me," Buffy smiled, standing to greet Finn.

"Well, maybe he has a problem that can fixed with some logical thinking."

"Sorry, Tina, it's more likely that he had a problem that can be worked out by someone a little more physical."

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Finn backed away and sprinted down the hallway while the girls argued amongst each other. He rushed to find Mr. Schuester's office and slammed the door closed behind him, making the teacher look up in surprise.

"Finn, what's wrong?" Mr. Schue raised an eyebrow.

"I made a mess, Mr. Schue."

"What are you talking about?"

"I was hurt, I guess, so I went to your ex-wife a-and we did a spell. A love spell. But it backfired. And now every girl in Lima is obsessed with me which would sound great on paper, but-"

Emma walked into the office in a yellow cardigan. "Hey, Will... Finn, hi. Have you been working out?"

Will clenched his jaw and walked over to Emma, grabbing her by the wrist and standing in front of her, looking livid.

"I can't believe you would do something so stupid," Will shook his head at Finn.

"I know," Finn sighed, "I'm a huge jerk. I just want to fix this."

"Has Terri tried to reverse the spell?"

"I get near Nurse Delmonico and all she wants to do is make honeymoon plans."

"Will, maybe I should talk to Finn alone," said Emma.

"Do you have any idea how serious this is?" asked Will, "People under the influence of love spells are deadly, Finn, and if every girl in town is in infected, then... don't leave this office. I'll go talk to Terri and see if she can stop this thing."

Will left the office, pulling Emma along with him. Finn sat opposite Mr. Schuester's desk and put his hands to his temples. He hadn't meant for any of this to happen and now it was all a huge mess. All he'd wanted to do was make Rachel feel how she'd made him feel. Now he didn't even want that anymore. He spun around as he heard the door open and Ms. Holliday stepped in, smirking in nothing but a black raincoat tied tightly at the waist with a belt and a pair of black heels.

"Ms. Holliday," Finn panicked, "You're gonna give me a heart attack."

"Oh, I'll give you more than that," Holly smirked seductively.

"For the love of God, don't open that raincoat."

"Come on, Hudson," she smiled, playing with the belt strap, "I'm a Sex-Ed teacher. And I think it's time you had your first lesson."

"Oh, sweet Jesus," Finn groaned as Rachel stormed in looking annoyed.

"Finn, what is going on?" she demanded, hands on hips, "Quinn called me last night in tears saying you did something to upset her."

"What? No," Finn shook his head, "This is all a huge misunderstanding."

"Yeah, Rachel," Holly scoffed, "Finn is done playing with you little girls. He needs a real woman now."

"Excuse me?" Rachel wrinkled her nose, "Ms. Holliday... what are you doing?"

Holly rolled her eyes. "Just go, Rachel. Finn is so over you now."

"Finn! There you are!" Quinn strode into the office looking serious.

"This isn't happening," Finn groaned, "You all need to leave."

"I'm not leaving until you explain yourself," Quinn frowned, "I thought what we had was special."

"What? Quinn, what are you talking about?" Rachel frowned.

"Stay out of this, Rachel," Quinn sighed, "This is between Finn and I."

"Would you two get out of here?" Holly rolled her eyes, "There are plenty of fish in the sea and Finn has prime bait. You two are just a pair of guppies."

Rachel's mouth dropped open. "What is going on?"

"We are going on," said Quinn, "Finn and I are back together."

"What?!" Rachel exclaimed dubiously.

"No, you are not!" yelled Holly, "Finn loves me."

Rachel looked at Finn, startled. "Finn, what are they talking about?"

"Nothing!" Finn exclaimed, "They don't mean it. This isn't them talking. This isn't real."

Quinn grimaced. "What, so this is just a game to you?"

"Oh, leave him alone!" Holly frowned, "Just yesterday you were telling me you were in love with Rachel!"

Rachel's face fell and she turned to Quinn. "...Is that true?"

"Yeah, so what?!" asked Quinn, "That was before I realized how much Finn meant to me!"

"Quinn, calm down," said Finn, bewildered.

"I'll calm down when you explain yourself! Am I just a toy to you?"

"Yes!" Holly announced, "So just leave him alone, okay?"

"No! You leave him alone! He's mine!"

"No, he's not! Finn, tell her!"

"He doesn't need to say anything! I know what his heart wants."

"I know what you're face wants!"

Holly balled a fist and decked Quinn in the face, making Rachel shriek.

"Stop it!" Rachel screamed, "What is wrong with you?!"

Finn rushed forward and grabbed Rachel's hand. "We have to get out of here!" he yelled and dragged her away through an alarming mass of girls waiting in the hallways, through the crowded parking lot and into his mother's truck.

Up next: An angry mob and a confession of love...