The hardest part is that it should be easy.
You should be walking away right now, because you don't care. But instead, you do.
It was never this way with Brittany. You stood still when she ran ahead and you've never caught up. A part of you doesn't want to. Most of you can't bear to, because she's not who you even want anymore. You've spent so long waiting for her to realise she doesn't belong with Artie, that she should be yours or that you should be hers (Which you might have already been, no matter who she was with) that your feelings for her have slipped away into a dark part of your mind – a part that you don't want to go near.
But there's the problem.
She's not like that.
She's right next to you, talking to you each day, wondering if you're alright, trying to be your friend, when all you want is for her to get out of your head.
How can you get over someone when they won't leave you alone? You can't.
She's going to haunt you until the day you die.
All you will think of is Rachel Berry, the girl who got away.
You see him looking too. Not at Rachel, but at Blaine. It would be so much easier if they both realised that they didn't belong together.
But you can see them now, walking down the halls, you and Kurt watching with broken hearts. They huddle together and giggle and sing and smile and chat and kiss, everything that you should be doing with her.
Did you have to eliminate anyone?
You didn't think of Blaine as an enemy.
You ruined her relationships with Finn, Puck, Sam and even Jesse (Although no-one but you and him know that).
He was meant to love Kurt.
That was his only purpose in life, in your eyes. To keep Kurt from stealing all the straight guys, the ones you would sleep with just to forget all about Brittany, and then Rachel, and then yourself.
Who would want to remember you?
Apparently her.
She cares for you. But she could never love you, not the way you love her, because she's with him.
So you just stand there, a part of the background, watching them walk down the hall together, the woman you love clutching onto his arm.
Watching her smile at him, because he makes her happy.
And you're so selfish you don't care.
All you care about is that she's not with you.
Rachel Barbra Berry.
You want to kill her.
Kill her.
Because...
She makes your pathetic life worth living.
Which means you can't end it.
She brightens your day just by walking in.
Which means that he has to darken it.
She's the only one you want.
Which means you can't have her.
You wonder, as you watch them huddle closer in glee, if your story, the one of you and Rachel, counts as a love story if Rachel doesn't know that it is one.
Disclaimer: I don't own glee.