Falling Apart.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

You used to walk around the halls like you used to own them.

And she belonged to you.

You know the exact way to toss you hair, apply makeup and smile artfully.

You've practiced it in the mirror a thousand times.

You know how to walk as well. Sway this way and sway that way.

This way she can't avoid looking at you.

Shining whites behind scarlet lips, blonde hair tucked messily behind the ears, and pushing that damn wheelchair with him in it.

You glance at her in the hallway.

But the looks she sends your way devastate you.

She likes him, but why?

You would look better on her arm. You always have.

In Glee Club she sits next to him.

She constantly whispers in his ear for answers. And he replies because he knows.

You remember, heart aching, when it was you.

Artie Abrams had everything you want.

Seeing his hand waving up and down to the music, you can't help but cringe.

He's not hot.

He's annoying.

He can't walk. You think that and immediately feel slightly guilty for hating him so damn much.

He knows everything and nothing at all.

You just don't get it.

You are hesitant to tell anyone.

Tina was different.

She would understand because she was still in love with Brittany's bedazzled boy toy.

And because she was just there.

You were sure of it.

When you told her she didn't believe you.

She thought it was just a prank.

Something that you and Britttany did to get more attention.

But she saw your eyes were serious.

"Maybe you should try to make her jealous."

So you sing 'Trouty Mouth' to Sam, with lyrics so ridiculous that you're not sure if they make sense.

But Brittany doesn't seem fazed.

At all.

The distance between you and her is the difference between angels and demons.

You lash out at anyone and everyone and avoid her as much as possible.

But it's that tiny sliver of hope that keeps you hanging on her string.

"I am so yours. Proudly so."

So before you sleep you pray for a dreamless night.

You clutch the blanket like an anchor and try to breathe evenly.

Cautiously you close your eyes but to no avail.

She haunts your nights and makes your days agonizing.

You occasionally wonder about your sanity and how this all came to be.

Fin.

Authors note: These Drabbles are 100 words each because I'm kind of anal like that.

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