Yes or no - Book 3 - S.E.

Diva

Finn wasn't entirely sure what even made him do that, but he couldn't watch Emily suffering like that for much longer. Her bad habit of playing with her fingernails had returned full force — so much so that, more often than not, he'd find Sam holding at least one of her hands in his so she wouldn't end up hurting herself too badly. She had been quieter in glee club, not talking to her friends as much and not laughing as much and whenever she wasn't in glee or in one of her classes, she was training or working out. Even coach Beiste had noticed it, pulling Finn aside one day to tell him she had seen more of Emily in the gym these last few days than the rest of her football guys.

And Finn knew she was being looked after. Sam was a good guy. A great guy. And an even better boyfriend. He loved her, he knew and he would do pretty much anything to keep her safe and healthy. Finn had noticed how he kept rounding around her over the week, making sure she ate and had a few breaks when possible, but he knew that wasn't enough. They both did. And Finn knew what it would take, most likely, to get Emily back on track. He just didn't know if he was the best person to do that.

And judging by the laugh he got as soon as she picked up the phone, he suspected maybe the answer was no.

"Hold up, hold up..." She laughed, as Finn rolled his eyes. "Did hell just freeze over or am I getting a phone call from Lumps, the clown?"

"It's good to hear from you too, Santana." He mumbled, as the girl on the other end of the line laughed.

"Listen... I know you got yourselves back in the race, which is great, but Regionals is still a bit far away and if you need to phone at least one of your friends to guest star in one of your classes every week, maybe that means you're not that good of a teacher. Which, you're not really, but, apparently nobody actually cares about it anymore at McKinley." Santana ranted in true Santana Lopez fashion. "But if you do want me to head back home, you better be ready to pay up for my plane ticket because I'm not going to drive myself over for four hours just to show your little group of losers how an actual performance is done."

Finn sighed, taking his phone from his ear a bit, not really in the mood to hear all of Santana's usual jabs at him, but as soon as she was done, he put the phone back in his ear.

"Would you drive four hours for Emily?" He asked, and as soon as the name came out of his lips, he could almost feel the change in Santana's mood.

"What about Emily?" She asked, shifting from teasing heartless bitch to protective best friend in half a second.

"She's not acting like herself." Finn explained as Santana, for the first time ever in a conversation with him, grew silent so he could properly talk. "She's stressing so much and I don't think she's sleeping properly, or eating for that matter. I think it's because of the recruiter from Louisville. Isn't he coming for the game on Friday?"

"Yes, he is." Santana agreed. "And, no. She hasn't been sleeping or eating properly, but Quinn and I are already trying to help. We call her every day to try and get her to sleep on time and text her at every meal to make sure she's eaten."

"You have?" Finn asked, surprised. Well, he shouldn't actually be anyway, because everyone knew how close those girls were in spite of the fact that they were more often than not pushing each other's buttons. "How did you know?"

"We're not dumb, Finn." Santana said and Finn could almost picture her rolling her eyes. "Emily's our homegirl. We know her better than we know ourselves so we'd already imagined she would be stressed this week. But Sam called Quinn last Friday. He was freaked out, unsure of how to help. Bless the kid. Trouty Mouth might be a bit dumb sometimes, but does he care for that girl..."

"Yeah." Finn mumbled, unsure of from where that reaction came from — especially in front of Santana. "Yeah, I know. But if all of you are trying to help her and it's not working... What else can we do?"