"It's over," said Rachel slowly, looking down at her hands that were entwined with Finn's. She had never felt such a mix of emotions. Happiness filled her as Finn was back with her, but she felt a deep sense of sadness that they hadn't even got into the top ten. She knew it was their fault. Their songs were perfect, original and just them, but the kiss had finished it for them. Jesse was right, it was unprofessional and she should have known better.
Jesse… It was cruel really what she had done. She's used him just to try and show Finn she didn't need him that she could be happy with someone else. And she was. She hadn't expected it, but being with Jesse had made her happy. It was crazy as she was madly in love with Finn, but some small part of her couldn't help but feel guilt. Guilt at what she had done to him…
"No it's not. We'll get back to Lima and then next year we'll work even harder, without any drama's and we'll be holding that first place trophy this time next year," Finn assured his new girlfriend, kissing her softly on the head. The past week had been a long one for sure. He'd never been more confused in his life over who he wanted- what he wanted. But everything was sorted now. He was with Rachel and everything was good again. He'd wanted her for so long and now she was back in his arms. He should be the happiest guy on earth. So why couldn't get over Quinn's tear stained face in his truck?
"I suppose you're right…" Rachel sighed, leaning into his chest and smelling his aftershave.
"Everything's going to be fine now, just you wait and see," he said, wrapping his arms around her and looking up into the New York sky.
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"I knew we should have waited for another cab," moaned Mercedes as she sat pushed up against the side of the very very small cab, with Kurt on part of her lap and Sam pushed up against the other wall.
"Why?" laughed Kurt, looking down at his nails to ensure none of them were anything but perfect.
"Because I'm struggling to get breath here!" breathed Sam, taking a deep breath in and turning to face Mercedes, giving her a small wink. He was finally happy again, being with her. Things had been rocky for such a long time, breaking up with Quinn being the first. Now, he had found someone who just loved him. They weren't going to let anyone know, they didn't need any drama. He was glad to be away from the drama. But every time he thought of her, that was all he could focus on- the no drama. That wasn't the only reason he was with her. It couldn't be, he told himself. He was happy, he had to be happy. Why wouldn't he be?
Mercedes winked back at him, giggling to herself, as she manoeuvred her head to look out of the window. Things were looking up. She had someone that she could finally be with. Someone that wasn't gay, hadn't got anyone else pregnant and was just into her. Or that's what she hoped. Somewhere deep inside her brain was that seed of doubt. That doubt knowing how much Sam cared for Quinn, how easily Santana trapped him. She looked down at herself slowly, wondering why he was into her. Then she heard him laugh and she forgot. She had to.
Kurt raised his eyebrows at seeing Sam wink at Mercedes. He didn't let them know that he knew, but he had perfect vision, and could spot a flirtatious wink from a mile of. Something was going on between them- and he was happy. Happy that the two people who had been screwed over enough had found solace with each other.
Things were looking up.
/
"Will you two stop!" yelled Santana to Tina and Mike, who were kissing passionately, from the front seat of the cab. "Your spit is getting in my fro and I ain't pleased."
She heard Brittany giggle, as they broke apart, rolled their eyes and continued to kiss, making even louder noises than they had before. Her heart flew a little at the sound of Brittany's laugh. She really did love it. It was just so innocent, so sweet. She was the complete opposite of her and she liked that. She was the Queen bitch at McKinley and she loved it, but she liked having someone who she could just be Santana with. Who was she kidding? She loved Brittany a lot, and she was excited for what the future had for them. Things were going well.
Brittany smiled out of the window, watching the candy floss men in the sky. People called them clouds, but she knows what they are. She was thinking about Santana. Now that she and Artie were over, she could finally begin to explore what Santana meant to her and that was exciting. She wouldn't trade it for the world. But she couldn't shake that feeling. That she should be angry. That Santana had used for so long. She shook her head before she thought too hard into the matter.
"Seriously though guys, we've still got ten minutes in this cab and I already look like I've been swimming in Mr Schuester hair," said Brittany plainly, smiling at Santana, who flashes her the smile only she got to see. Or she hoped only she got to see…
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Even Lauren, Puck and Arte were enjoying themselves, crammed into the back of a cab, Artie's wheelchair cutting off all blood supply to Puck's legs. They were cruising along the street with ought a care in the world, just letting themselves be happy for once…
But there was Quinn. Quinn was the least happy out of everyone. She was sat very awkwardly in a cab next to Mr Schue. No one had had room for her, or those who had she would rather have walked than got into a cab with them. The thought of watching Finn and Rachel kiss again made her stomach turn- it was just too painful.
She knew she should be happy for them, but she couldn't. She knew that trying to destroy them would only push her further away from Finn's arms, but she wasn't ready to accept them. This time she didn't know if she ever would be. The sting from their break up was just too much. He had asked if she felt anything anymore- she felt more than anyone would ever know. So many feelings had been locked away under the surface, but they were still there. But she wouldn't show it. She'd just pretend- like normal.
Mr Schue sat next to Quinn, watching her out of the corner of his eye. The poor kid- she looked more broken than he had ever seen her. Could she go through any more? He had always felt sorry for Quinn- she was the kid who no one seemed to understand. No one seemed to care at times.
He turned from her- taking a look at the towering sky scrapers that dotted the sky. He loved New York, he really did, and he was glad that they got to come as New Directions- together.
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Little did he know that would be the last time New Directions would ever be a whole.
At that moment one cab was hit, screams ringing out into the Manhattan air. Blackness fell for those inside, and then all that could be heard was silence.
The shattered glass that lay around, showed the shattered relationships that were to come.