Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I merely used Ryan Murphy's amazing characters to get me out of my writer's block. All typos, errors and overall crappiness belong to me.
Do you know how the story plays out? I get Finn. You get a heart broken.
It was at that moment that you know—with the same conviction and certainty as the fact that you'll play the iconic Fanny Brice on Broadway one day—that the next words to come from Quinn's mouth will break her heart.
"I slept with Finn."
And just like that, your world crumbles.
Just like that, you feel the knife twisting in your gut. Turning. Slowly. You look down, expecting to see blood, expecting to feel more pain, but when all you see is your favourite pink and red sweater and your ballet flats, you're a bit taken aback.
Your vision blurs and—and—and... you run.
You can't run fast enough. You can't get away from the taunts and the hurt and the fear that you've lost him. You've really lost him this time. There's no turning back. There's no winning back. There's just you. You. No Finn. Just... Rachel. And, sure. You've always known it was lonely at the top and you were thankful for all of those years you spent eating lunch by yourself or getting slushies thrown in your direction every day because you knew it was preparing you for your years of fame. Your inevitable years of solitude.
But after having a taste of friendship—real friendship—and learning what it's like to trust someone other than yourself—really trust them—with something as precious and guarded and special as your heart, you started dreaming of that day you'd be able to share the spotlight. The day you'd have someone to share your life with.
You've finally learned what it's like to love and feel loved and it was all for nothing. In the end, you're still just the short, show tune singing freak. And maybe that's all you'll ever be.
No. No no no no no no no no.
You know that's not true. You're Rachel.
You must be hearing things now because that reverent voice is not your own. It belongs to him and right now you can't think of him. He belongs to her. Maybe he was never yours. Like Santana, Quinn now owns a piece of Finn that you'll never have.
It's fitting that you imagined your entire relationship with him. Conjured the fantasy of Finn and Rachel. Hey, you've done it before. Once with Mr Schue. Once with Jesse. Once with Blaine (your cheeks feel warm at the memory). And now with Finn.
And like any good actress, you're good at imagining. You excel in pretending. Figures that what you thought you shared with Finn was all just make believe.
Figures that all you have left are your dreams.
AN: I honestly don't think that Finn and Quinn had sex in Sexy. For one, they were fully clothed and were lying on top of the covers. But it's not just that, we know Finn was emotionally destroyed after he had loveless sex with Santana. I doubt he would jump into bed with Quinn for that reason. As for Quinn, I think she's using sex (or rather the possibility of having sex with Finn) as incentive to get Finn into being Prom Royalty with her. But, I fear that Rachel will be led to believe that there's more between these two, which will lead to Rachel tears. Poor bb.
Anyway, thanks a tonne for reading and, if you can, I'd love to hear your thoughts.
