Rachel finished redecorating her locker; after Finn had broken up with her, she took down everything that reminded her of the time they spent as a couple. She closed it and picked up her bag from the floor, checking her watch and rushing to her class.

She had timed it just right; two seconds after she looked at her watch, Finn had just come from around the corner. Ever since the break up, she avoided him, except when they had Glee club together. Even then, she barely looked at him.

"Rach?" She heard, making her turn and found herself face to face with Puck.

"Hi." She mumbled.

"Are you okay?" He asked, sounding sincere; even though he had been one of the reasons Finn and Rachel broke up, he cared. He didn't always show emotion for people, but Rachel was fragile, and he knew that. Sure, he made fun of her from time to time, but he was never as cruel as Santana, or Quinn, or any of the girls in the school.

"I'm fine." She nodded quickly. "I'm just going to be late for class." She gave him a small smile and scurried away.

Finn had frowned after he turned the corner, expecting to find Rachel at her locker. When he didn't, he sighed; just because they broke up, didn't mean he couldn't check to see if she was doing okay.

He ignored the looks from the girls who had wanted to hook up with him while he was still with her and went to class, something he didn't really want to do; he shared the class with Rachel, and it hurt when she would look anywhere in the room but at him. She even gave away her solos in Glee club, and she loves singing.

Finn felt guilty because he knew he was the cause of it. He just wasn't ready to forgive her for making out with Puck while they were a couple. It was bad enough Quinn had cheated on him with Puck and had his baby, but he never thought Rachel would be that kind of girl.

He sat in his seat behind her, letting out a small groan when she averted her eyes from the door as soon as he walked in.

"Crap." He thought to himself, knowing his day had already taken a turn for the worst.

All class long, he stared at the board then he would occasionally glance at Rachel, who was hunched over her notebook, scribbling furiously.

"Mr. Hudson." He heard, drawing his attention to the front.

"Huh?" He answered, looking at his History teacher.

"Were you paying attention at all?"

"Um." Finn hesitated. "No." He admitted.

The teacher took out a notepad and jotted down on a pink piece of paper, gesturing him to the front.

He got out of his seat and walked up to the desk, brushing past Rachel.

Handing the detention slip to Finn, the teacher said, "Maybe next time you'll think about the day's lesson instead of staring at Ms. Berry."

Finn heard a few peers chuckle at him and he felt his face turn hot. "Sorry, sir." He mumbled, turning on his heel and catching Rachel's stare.

She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it and looked back at her notebook, shutting it quickly as she heard the bell ring.

Rachel was sitting in the choir room, thinking about this morning's events; Finn had been caught staring at her.

"That doesn't mean anything." She tried convincing herself. "It can't mean anything."

She took the notebook out of her backpack, flipping through the pages and finding what she didn't want him to see; a letter…to him. But she was never going to give it to him. It was simply to tell him how she felt then she would throw it away.

"And what's this?" Someone asked, snatching the notebook out of her hands.

"Noah!" She shrieked, reaching for it.

"A love letter?" He teased, holding it above his head and reading her fine handwriting. "To a Mr. Finn Hudson, hmm?"

"Noah." She stamped her foot on the ground as if she were eight and was throwing a fit. She crossed her arms and huffed.

"Here." He chuckled. "I didn't read it, Rach. I only read the name."

She gave him a small smile and took the notebook from his hands. "Thank you."

"So, tell me." He sat down and patted a chair next to him. As she sat down, he continued. "What's with the letter?"

"It's just a way to let Finn know that I'm still…"

"In love with him." He finished for her. "Go on."

"I wasn't going to let him see it, I was planning on burning it." She tore the page out and crumpled it up in her hands.

"No, wait!" Puck took the paper from her, unraveling it and scanning over it. "I heard he got detention for checking you out in class."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "He wasn't checking me out."

"Yes, he was." He snorted. "Rachel, obviously he still likes you too."

"No." She shook her head. "Staring means nothing. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to throw that letter and the rest of my memories with Finn Hudson in the garbage."

"Let me prove it." He argued.

"There's nothing to prove." She insisted, reaching for the letter.

Puck pulled his hand back, smiling. "Oh, no. I have an idea for this."

"You're not going to show it to him, are you?" She panicked.

"Of course not." He smirked.

Rachel narrowed her eyes at him, knowing he had something planned…and she wasn't going to like it.

Ooooooh.

I guess it's about time I did a story on Rachel and Finn xP