AN: My first Glee fanfic, so be kind. I also own nothing. If I did everyone on Glee would be gay, or most of them would be.

Finn Hudson entered Breadstix sleepily. It was the weekend and he had planned to sleep in. He had been slightly hesitant when Rachel had said she was okay with him not spending the weekend with her, probably one those 'girls saying the opposite of what they mean' kind of things, though it would seem that life didn't like the idea of giving the star quarterback a second to rest. His brother, Kurt, had given him a call earlier in the day. He sounded hesitant, but urgent at the same time. Reluctantly Finn got himself up from bed slightly worried from Kurt's tone.

Something bad might have happened, although it couldn't have been that awful or else his brother would've told him more over the phone. And so with apprehension Finn entered the restaurant. Scanning the area he soon found Kurt sitting next to… Santana. They appeared to be arguing, though not in an aggressive way. They stopped suddenly when the pair noticed Finn, and the tall boy saw that as his cue to find out what was going on. He went over to them and sat across from them.

"So why did you call me over here?" he asked Kurt, completely ignoring Santana. The two of them were on better terms after his performance of "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" but all it took was one day and it was back to insulting one another. It was mostly just playful nowadays, but still.

"Well Santana and I have been talking," he motioned to the Latina, "and while it's not our place to do this-"

"Like it wasn't your place to out me," Santana added matter-of-factly. Finn glared at her, which she simply scoffed at.

"Anyway, we decided that…well, we needed a gayvention," Finn had a constipated look on his face, "a gay intervention," he added hoping it would clarify things for his brother, but it only seemed to worsen the situation.

"I'm not gay!" Finn replied a little louder than he had intended. The Latina couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"We are not calling you gay," she was barely able to get out through her laughter, "but you obviously have some sexuality issues," she received another glare but ignored it. "Have you ever heard of the term 'beard' Finnocence?"

"Um…yeah," his brow furrowed in obvious contemplation. "Quinn said that people thought she was my beard back when I first joined Glee Club," he paused for a moment and Kurt had hoped he had pieced it altogether. "What does that have to do with anything?" Kurt dropped his head in frustration.

He took a deep breath before speaking. "Finn, you're my brother. What I'm about to tell you is for your own good." When he was certain he had Finn's full attention he continued. "I'm not really sure how to say this, but…your girlfriend's gay."

"For Quinn Fabray," the Latina added. They expected the quarterback to be mad, to start kicking things like a child, but his reaction was quite the opposite. The boy was laughing, hysterically.

"Is that it? You called me here for a joke?" he kept laughing until he saw the looks on the faces of the pair across the table form him. "You're, you're serious aren't you?" they nodded in response. "But they hate each other, they…" he stopped speaking not being able to come up with the right words.

"Hate each other?" Kurt inquired. "Who told you what kind of corsage to get Quinn?"

"Rachel, but-"

"And who gave you the idea to get that gold star necklace for Berry?" Santana asked.

"That was my idea!"

"But you only thought of it after Quinn made mention of the dwarf's thing for gold stars."


"But nothing Finnessa. I can't stand the midget, but Q's my best friend and if she wants her than it's her funeral." Upon seeing the disheartened look upon the boy's face she felt the need to add something. "You better not tell this to anyone, but I'm sorry. Sincerely." She added the last bit to prove she wasn't being sarcastic.

"Finn I know this must hurt, just like when I see Sebastian," the came out bitterly from his mouth, "with Blaine. But you know that the two of you were never really compatible. You fed her meat, which in turn caused her to throw up on you right before you-"

"Wait, how do you even know-" Santana shook her head, her way of saying 'you don't wanna know' and he decided that he probably didn't. "But I don't get it, how did this happen?"

Now that was a question. To be honest even Kurt and Santana had been caught off guard, which was surprising considering that they had the two best gaydar in the school, or maybe even Lima if you thought about it. Of course after some consideration the two had concluded that Rachel and Quinn were so deep in the closet that the two girls probably didn't even know that they were gay.

Quinn had been the first to open her eyes. Noticing how Rachel had always been there for her despite all the horrible things she had done to the tiny diva. She had watched them preform after the brunette had tried to convince her to come back to Glee Club. Her eyes were staring intently at the little starlet, her starlet. That was when Kurt had first noticed something was up. Not knowing the girl to well himself, he decided to bring it up to the Latina.

They weren't sure what to make of it, but upon the blonde's return they began to notice the looks, the touches, the smiles, the little things that had always been there but no one ever noticed. They agreed that Santana should bring Rachel up in discussion around Quinn as to test their theory, and while she had been adamant, Quinn eventually slipped up. While she didn't confess anything. But her consistent attempts to avoid the subject, especially when Santana had implied that the blonde had deeper feelings for the brunette, had been more than enough to prove that she had strong loving emotion for the girl she used to torment.

The pair explained this to Finn. Giving him their ideas of what was happening, on how Quinn found something in Rachel that filled that emptiness in her. Then he questioned about Rachel.

That was a tougher thing to explain. In truth, they hadn't any luck in proving that the drama queen was a lesbian. Either her acting skills were far superior to what they expected or she had no romantic feelings for Quinn. This in fact, was what Santana and Kurt had been arguing about prior to Finn's arrival. They knew Rachel cared about the blonde, but that was all. Kurt knew they had no right to claim that she loved Quinn, while Santana was only concerned about her best friend's happiness.

"So, you don't know for sure that Rachel's gay?" the quarterback was furious. The pair shook their heads. "Then why are you telling me all of this?" They began feeling guilty, even Santana. "I know I'm not the perfect boyfriend! I know I've messed up! I know that, but she loves me…I know she does…" No one spoke as Finn tried to regain his composure.

"Forget we said anything," Santana was the first to speak. Mostly out of empathy. She knew how he was feeling. She had felt the same thing during the Troubletones' performance of "Rumor Has It/Someone Like You". She and Kurt began to get up to leave.

"No," he answered, causing them to both of them to gaze at him wide-eyed. "I'll ask her about it tomorrow." Now they were worried. This couldn't end well. They were only trying to look out for their respective best friends, and this wouldn't help, though they should have known that the boy wouldn't be able to keep his mouth shut. They would have attempted to convince him of another course of action, but the look in his eye showed that he had his mind made up. As he left they eyed each other praying 'let's hope we're right'.

The following day Finn found himself in front of Rachel's house. He rang the doorbell, and waited. He almost thought about leaving when the door swung open.

"Finn!" Rachel exclaimed slightly exhausted. She was obviously in the middle of her morning workout. "What are you doing here? I thought you wanted to rest this weekend."

"Um...yeah, but I needed to talk to you about something," he said uneasily. "Can I come inside?"

"Oh, of course. I'm sorry, I'm just surprised to see you here." She led him to the living room and they sat down on the couch. "So what did you want to talk about?"

"Do you love Quinn?" he asked.

"As a friend, yes. Why?"

"I mean do you love her, do you really love her?" Her eyes dropped from his down to her lap. Her lack of a response only helped confirm what Santana and Kurt had told him. "Do you love her more than me?" At that tears started to form in her eyes.

"I'm sorry Finn. I don't know what happened, or how. It just did." The tears were now streaming down her face, and Finn scooted closer to hold her in his arms. She cried for a while until asking for a glass of water. Finn nodded his reply and went off to the kitchen.

He came back a few seconds later handing her the glass that her mother had given her. "I think she feels the same way," he said as he sat back down. "You should go after her."

The brunette remained silent for a moment before asking "Are you okay?"


"I'm sorry"

"Don't be…I love you, but if you didn't love me back…"

"I did, before"

He nodded before saying goodbye and making his exit.

Rachel sat in silence, glad that her dads were home today. She grabbed her phone flipping through the contacts until she found it.

Fabray, Quinn.

She thought about calling before closing her phone.

"One day, but not now."

AN: Yeah so I changed a few canon events. I had too. Hope you enjoyed it.