Hello, fellow fanfictioners : ) Sorry if this took long to update, I was fangirling over Cannonball :D (How awesome is it, btw?) Anyway, here's a pretty long chapter to make it up for you. I hope you all enjoy it!

Disclaimer: If Glee was mine, we wouldn't have this hideous hiatuses. So, yep, still not mine.

– So you're not coming with me? You could help us with the girls' dresses... – her friend was sitting on the couch, reading a fashion magazine, while she was walking around the tiny apartment, searching for items she would probably need to pack later. She had still a few days until she went back to Ohio (that was why she was still trying to talk Kurt into coming with her, since Santana had to work) but she was a bit anxious so she started planning everything earlier than usual.

– Sorry, Diva, but as much as I'd love to watch my brother and my best friend interact in that choir room again, with a bucket of low calorie pop-corn on my lap, I wouldn't like to take the spotlight from the Finchel moment...

Rachel rolled her eyes.

– Really funny, Kurt. We're... We're not 'Finchel' anymore, ok? We're... We're just Finn and Rachel, and we're nothing.

– Thought you were endgame – he commented nonchalantly, his voice emphasizing the last word. You could imagine him drawing quotation marks in the air with his fingers, but he was too into his article to put the magazine aside to do it.

He and Rachel hadn't talked much about that day, only about Mr. Schue and Ms. Pillsbury. And neither with his brother, he had been too busy helping Mr. Schue, first finding Ms Pillsbury, and then with the Glee club. But he had seen them talking before they sung, and they were too close to be just discussing some musical agreement about their incoming performance, so he had to ask what they were talking about in their way back to New York.

– Kurt! – Rachel complained, almost sounding like a little girl – We're not... I mean, I don't know how he feels, but I don't feel that way about him anymore! And I don't want to think about that day, so please stop quoting his little movie-perfect speech...

– Movie-perfect, huh? Why don't you want to talk about that day? You seemed pretty happy on that stage...

– You know I'm always happy on a stage!

– Yeah, but this was a different kind of happy, don't play fool on me, I know you... – he changed the page on his magazine – What I didn't know was how much you had perfected your acting skills! I knew you could cry on demand, but blushing on demand? That's new...

– I wasn't- I wasn't blushed, ok? It was hot up there.

He looked up at her before he answered, he needed to see her expression.

– We are finally on the same page!

She glared him and stomped out of his sight furiously and he felt he had had enough fun for a day with his friend. But suddenly he saw a pink dress on his magazine that made him have a flashback on that day. Right after they sang together. He was walking with Blaine down the hall to the hotel room Blaine had booked for them, when he heard some hills hitting the floor's furthest corner of the place, behind them. But when he turned around to see who it belonged to, he only saw a pink blur that quickly disappeared from his sight. Until now, he hadn't cared about it, he had just thought it had been Mercedes looking for him, and leaving when he saw him with Blaine. Or maybe Marley Rose. But now, he remembered Mercedes had left a few moments earlier, and Marley's dress was a different shade of pink. He knew the shade because he had helped Rachel pick- Oh!

He raised his eyes from the magazine to look in the direction Rachel had gone to, his mouth open in realization. He hadn't thought about her… But she certainly disappeared after she sang… And so did Finn… Now pieces were starting to fit together.

– Wait a minute... Where did you go after you sang together?

– Where did you go? You seemed pretty happy with Blaine as well, my dear. – She evaded, coming to the room again, her cheeks a little pink.

– So you admit you were happy with him? – He smirked in satisfaction when all the answer he got from her was a narrow-eyed look – I told you I spent the night with Blaine, but we agreed it was a one-time thing. – Well, not that Blaine had to know about the agreement – But you never told me what you did.

She stopped walking around, a towel and a bra under her arm, and glared him.

– I spent the night with Finn, ok? – She watched her friend smile, enjoying her little confession – Did you really have to rub it in my face? Couldn't you just assume it?

And she left again. The more she stormed out, the less impact she caused.

Although he didn't know about her spending the night with Finn, he wasn't surprised. Maybe it was because he had expected something like that to happen, especially after that duet. Everyone hooks up at weddings, right? But something felt wrong... So he followed her to her room.

– I had assumed it, Rach, I was kidding before… - She didn't seem to feel less angry with his explanation, and he couldn't understand why, so he pressed a little more – But now there's something I don't understand. First, why didn't you tell me before, and second, why are you storm-outting me? Wasn't a big deal, was it?

– I didn't tell you because I knew you'd make a big deal out of it. – She sat on her bed while he talked.

– Rachel, come on-

He tried, sitting on her bed too, but she stopped him with her own words, taking her eyes from him to look at her fingers tangling and untangling from the sheet.

– And... – He looked at her with more attention – I- I thought I was pregnant, Kurt.

– Lopez, could you take on table #5? – Her partner yelled at her. It was not a busy night, but she had ended with her behind-the-bar duties, so she could help waiting tables now.

– Coming! – She answered, while she looked at said table.

There she was again. The lights were not helping her check the girl out, but she had dark hair and blue (or maybe green) eyes, her face pale white. She wasn't a Playboy-cover girl, but she had a nice shape. (Not as freaking smoking as hers, of course). They had told her the girl was a lesbian, but she actually didn't know her, neither had talked to her. She and her friends were regulars, but this was the first time she was waiting their table. So she smiled, lifted her skirt a little, and ran her fingers through her hair while she approached table #5.

– Hello, my name is Santana and I'll be your waitress tonight. What can I bring for you? – She felt like that Barbie doll on Toy Story every single time she repeated that sentence, but this time, her smile was not faked, it had came naturally to her face, without her thinking.

She took her friends' orders and left hers for last.

– And you?

The girl looked up at her smiling.

– I'll have a glass of water, thank you.

She said "ok, I'll be back soon" and she walked towards the bar. Behind it, her partner, Mimmy, was looking at the girl in table #5, who was staring at Santana. The Latina mouthed "thank you" and Mimmy winked at her. Santana walked to the kitchen to get the order ready.

– Wait a minute! Water? – She talked to herself, angrily surprised when she realized what the girl had ordered – She's in a bar and she asked me water? Holly fuck, she's like Berry's lesbian version! She looks shy but... water? This is going to be hard...

She placed the drinks (and the freaking boring water) on her tray and headed to the table again. She placed the drinks in front of who had asked them, again, leaving the nice girl for the end.

– Aaaand you water. DD of the night, I'm guessing? – She asked, with a small smile. There had to be a reason for that water, she could not deal with someone else like Hummelberry and their Saturday night bingos.

– Oh, yes, my turn tonight – the girl answered, a smile spreading across her face – otherwise, this would never be water!

She sighed in relief internally and winked.

– Well, let me know if I can get you anything else. – She said, only speaking to the girl.

They didn't ask for anything else but the check, and she had to admit, this disappointed her a little. But, not willing to let anyone know about this, she took to their table the little folder with the check, thanked her costumers for coming to the bar and left.

After they left, she went back to the table to clean it and pick up the money. When she opened the little folder, she found a little paper that said:

To Santana:

0-111-800-57

Lucy ;)

– WHAT? Rachel why are you telling me this now?

– I don't know... I was... I just... I got really scared... – she stuttered, her voice and her head low, her finger tangling and untangling with the hem of her skirt. Kurt sat closer to her, took the hand she was moving with his own, and looked into her eyes.

– Rachel, does Finn now about this? – He took a breath in realization – Was he the-

– Yes, he would have... – she cut him before he could finish the sentence, knowing what he'd ask. She didn't want to hear the word. Her voice went lower, and sounded like it was about to break, her eyes trying to release the tears she had been holding – I don't really know how he felt, but it seemed like we both needed to be with each other, like urgently, like we weren't close enough, you know? Brody never made me feel that way. He made me feel sexy, but not pretty, or loved... It was different. And he just took out the worst in me, being with him made me do stupid things... But I didn't want to see that. When I met Finn again and I felt like it would be ok, that it would be a normal night. Even with that speech... But then when we sang together, it brought up so many feelings, so much relief that I didn't know I needed. It felt like... It felt like home...

Her speech was messy, she seemed like was just letting out everything that was on her mind rather than answering her friend's questions. Tears streamed slowly down her face, as she looked to Kurt, trying to make him say something.

– I know, I felt the same... – he sighed sadly – But you two never had a 'normal' day or night since that Grease rehearsal back in sophomore year, Rachel, you know that.

– I know, but after all this time... I knew it would be awkward, but I also thought I would be over those emotions. But I felt the need to feel him again; I needed him to love me... And I couldn't think of anything else. When I realized what I was doing, it was late. I left early in the morning because I didn't want him to notice how I felt. Confused and sad and guilty and ashamed... And then, here, Brody had decorated the whole apartment with rose petals, and flower arrangements, and cardboard hearts... And all I could think about was Finn...

She stayed quiet, not wanting to meet her friend's eyes. Kurt was looking at her blankly, he didn't know what to say. Rachel was a smart girl. Her feelings must have been really strong and urgent to forget about everything else like that. As if she could listen what he was thinking, she broke the silence.

– Look, I'm not proud of what I did, but that scare made me take things in perspective. And it took a little while but I realized I was... derailed. And it won't happen again, I'll focus on my career, exclusively. – She took a deep breath before she spoke again – And, besides you and Santana, nobody knows about this, ok? And nobody else has to know. Especially your brother. He must not know. Are we clear?

– Yes, we are, Diva. – He mocked her, making a soldier salute, trying to lighten the mood a little. He didn't agree with Rachel, but it was her decision, not his. And well he knew no one could argue with Rachel Berry, win and live to tell. Not at least you were 6'3" and wore a (hideous) plaid shirt and a dimpled half smile.

– Well, from now on, we don't talk about this anymore, please? All of this is over, and I've moved on, and I don't want to think about Finn anymore, and, despite of what you think, things seem to be normal with him again. Well, almost. He's still waiting for me to yell at him after what happened with Brody (which I won't do), but that aside, everything is fine. And I don't want to remember all this awkwardness just days before I go to Ohio to help him with the Glee club.

– Are you sure you are over him?

– Kurt! What did I just say?

– Ok, ok, it was just a question! – He lifted both of his hands, showing his palms as in saying 'I'm innocent', while she left the room. Damn, when this woman has kids, they'll be doomed if they don't listen to her…

The truth was she didn't know how to answer to that question, but if she kept telling herself she was certainly over him, maybe she would end up being sure about it. She only hoped she could hurry it into the days she had before seeing him again...

A/N: Dum, dum, duuum…

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