Hey this is my first fanfic EVER! Im really excited to see what people think… please be completely honest on whether or not I should continue… So enjoy xD

"Prom, prom, prom" I don't even get what's so special about it. It's held in the gymnasium and all the pastries, punch and girls who seemed to have bathed in perfume doesn't even begin to mask the scent of teenage B.O. and decade old gym equipment. Quinn's going on and on about it as if it was the fricken Royal Ball or something. Girls are going at it like WWE wrestlers for a stupid crown you can buy at the dollar store. I guess it's more of a labeling thing… girls are weird like that. I just want to get prom over with so when Britney and Santana start talking about prom behind me in Algebra 2 I totally tune out and actually LISTEN to Mrs. Hager drone on and on about the importance of factoring binomials when simplifying an equation. That is until I hear Santana say this…

"I cannot believe The Midget is going to prom with Jesse St. Jackass. He made an omelet on her head last year! I know I can't stand her guts and all but I never thought that she was stupid." Hearing Santana's insensitive nickname for Rachel had me spinning around in my seat.

"Wait did you just say that Rachel is going to Prom with Jesse?"

"Didn't you hear Frankenteen? Rachel and Jesse are a total item now. Even though I agree that Jesse is smokin' he's way too big of a jerk even for my taste. Besides I'm dating Kurofsky, if "dating" is what you can call it." Santana replied giving Finn an exaggerated wink.

"Besides what do you care? You broke up with Rachel and are dating Quinn now. Leave Rach and Jesse alone to have their curly haired, big nosed, freakishly talented kids." Britney pitched in.

With that the bell rang and the kids lined out of Math anxiously waiting to escape Mrs. Hager's torturous lecture but I needed to find Rachel and confront her about this rumor. I was relieved when I saw Rachel, books in hand, walking down the hall because she would set the story straight.

I was shocked when she explained how Jesse was joining her, Mercedes, and Sam's "Prom on a Budget" because Jesse barely knows Mercedes and doesn't know Sam AT ALL so of course he was going to this prom just to be with Rachel. That thought brought a surge of jealously coursing through my veins. Wait why am I jealous? I'm dating Quinn, the prettiest, most popular girl at McKinley. But why is it that my stomach starts to churn whenever I see Rachel strutting down the hallway in one of her animal sweaters or looks at me with those big brown eyes like she is now? Oh shit, Finn listen to what she's saying.

She's talking about how it's none of my business of who she dates. Of course I broke up with her but that's because she cheated on me! It's BECAUSE I loved her so much that I broke up with her. It tore my heart to shreds that she did that and I couldn't stand looking at her knowing she didn't feel the same way about me that I did about her. So of course I have a say in who she dates especially if it's a jackass like Jesse who have already hurt her before. She pulls me out of my thoughts when she says "All I ask is that, whoever I choose is that you be as supportive of me as I've been of you and Quinn even though I'm dieing everyday inside about it."

Oh my freaking god. Did she have to say that? I feel like yelling at her and hugging her at the same time because she really does love me. What am I supposed to say to her? Oh shit she's walking away, speak Finn, speak! So I start to tell her about how I don't want to go to this Prom and how Quinn is riding my ass about every little thing revolving around this prom and even though she probably thinks I'm just saying this to make her feel better and I kind of feel like I'm leading her on, hell maybe I am but what I said was the god honest truth.

She completely surprises me by telling me what kind of corsage I should get Quinn. Wasn't she just saying that us being together was like hell to her and now she's helping me please Quinn? I don't know what to say, I'm barely listening to Rachel. I'm just looking into her eyes knowing she's on the verge of tears. I physically have to restrain myself from reaching out and hugging her. I feel like that would just be completely unfair to Rachel considering I'm dating Quinn and I can't just break up with her. But I feel like not only she needs me to hug her but that I need to hug her just so I can feel the familiarity of her face buried into the crook of my neck and my arms wrapped tightly around her small torso, to just make sure that our bodies still fit perfectly together.

But before I decide whether or not to give in to my twitching arms, she walks away and I know that in seconds her eyes will be filled with tears because of me and all I want to do is chase after her, encircle her in my arms, wipe away her tears and kiss her until neither one of us can think about anything or anyone else in the world and believe me I most definitely would've chased after her if we were still dating although if I were still dating her, Rachel wouldn't be walking away in tears but rather so we would be walking down this hallway hand in hand, eyes ablaze with love and contentment. With that thought I can't help but feel a tingle in my palm remembering the rightness of holding Rachel Berry's small, perfectly manicured hand in my rather large, slightly callused one but knowing that as long as I'm dating Quinn, sadly that memory can never be duplicated.