A/N: I don't own Glee, any of its characters, or the song, What Do You Want. No copyright infringement intended- it's purely for fun. Enjoy :)

"All right guys. After last week's performance at the pep rally, I know that you guys can perform. Despite your antics," Will Schuester stated as he lowered his head and glared at the students. Most of them ignored his gaze in embarrassment. He knew they were good enough kids, despite their recent experimentation with alcohol. He finished, "Now I need to see you guys really connect to what you're singing. To feel it in the depths of your soul and to be brave enough to expose those emotions to your audience. It's going to take both in order to get to Nationals."

He looked around the room, waiting for the interruption from Rachel that seemed to always come. He was astonished when it didn't. Instead, she was staring longingly at Finn from her seat next to Mercedes. Finn sat in the front row next to Artie, looking as if his mind were anywhere but there with them in the choir room. He had dark circles under his eyes and was pale, as if he hadn't slept well for at least a few days. Mr. Schuester had begun to wonder if Finn had violated the pledge he'd made the glee club sign a few days before when Finn ended the silence and his staring contest with the wall.

"Mr. Schue, can I do a song? I've been working on it for a little while."

The teacher was a bit surprised, as the tall, dark haired teen usually didn't volunteer to perform, especially first. He saw the hollowness in the boys eyes as he gave him the go ahead. Finn walked over to the piano, whispered something into the teacher assistant's ear, and circled to face the rest of the club. He took a deep breath as he began to sing.

Why'd you call me today with nothing new to say?
You pretend it's just hello, but you know what it does to me to see your number on the phone.

Oh great, he thought. He'd barely begun to sing and he could already feel his guts wrenching inside of him. Rachel had been trying desperately to make things right with him after she'd made out with Puck. He knew that she was sorry, but he couldn't bring himself to forgive her fully. She knew about his past. She knew that trust had always been a big issue with him and that he'd been hurt before. Hell, he'd thought he was a father before, just to find out later on that it was all a lie. He'd been allowed to suffer while Quinn and Puck knew the truth all along. They allowed him to bear the brunt of the bullying and the stares and the worry and the sleepless nights when they'd known and hadn't told him. Rachel was the one who helped him through that rough time. He was just beginning to get back on speaking terms with both of them when Santana had to tell Rachel about what happened between them in that hotel room. He'd known it was a mistake the minute it was over, but what could he do? It's not like he could go back in time and change it … Lord knows he would if he could. But what could he do? At the time she was with Jesse St. Jackass and he'd been overwhelmed by jealousy. He was willing to do anything in order to get her attention, including Santana. But this was different. He and Rachel were together when she and Puck made out. And she didn't only make out with someone .. She made out with him. The one guy who had a hand in all the hurt he'd experienced before. When she wanted to hurt him, she knew just which knife to use to cut the deepest.

Now tell me, what do you want? What do you want? What do you want from me?
Are you tryin' to bring back the tears or just the memories?
You keep takin' me back, takin' me back where I've already been.
When we hang up it's almost like I'm losing you again
Can't you see? So what do you want, what do you want from me?

She'd worn him ragged over winter break trying to apologize. Each time that he'd thought that she'd give him some time and space, she'd call or text with yet another apology. The first night that he'd been able to not cry himself asleep, he'd only been awaken by his phone alarming with her ring tone. He would ignore it, but she would call incessantly until he picked up. That night she told him that she wasn't trying to apologize … she just wanted to hear his voice. He wouldn't admit it, but he felt the same way about her. Finn always smiled when he thought back to their summer under the stars. Her hug the other day felt so good … so familiar. He knew he was ripping open the scars that were just starting to heal, but he couldn't help it. He loved her, but his heart couldn't bear to be with her again. Not yet, anyway. He felt the tears begin to well up in his eyes.

I get so tired of living like this.
I don't have the time, neither do my friends,
To stay up at night, to pull me through,
And to find the things to keep my mind off of you.

Since the break up his days had become monotonous. After practice, he would come home to the silence of his room. He'd been able to form a solid friendship with Artie, who was always willing to play Call of Duty with him to keep his mind preoccupied. Some nights when he had cried himself to sleep, Kurt would come in and try to talk to him. Though he wouldn't always confide in Kurt, other times he would let everything out as his new brother just sat there and absorbed all of the hurt and pain that Finn tried to release. Once Finn was able to pull himself together, they would often go upstairs to watch old late-night sitcoms and go back to bed before their parents awoke. He finally mustered up the courage to look at Rachel as he sang.

So, now tell me, what do you want? What do you want? What do you want from me?
Did you call to say you've found someone and I'm a used- to- be
You keep takin' me back, takin' me back where I've already been.
If you've moved on why does it feel like I'm losing you again?
Can't you see? So what do you want? What do you want from me?

What do you want me to say?That I'm content? That I'm on the fence? That I wish you would've stayed?

He saw that she was almost in tears as he thought back to the day in the nurse's office when she'd comforted him while he was sick. She'd asked him about how he felt when she kissed him… but how do you put so many emotions into a comprehensive sentence? Especially when your head felt three times its normal size? When he hadn't been able to aptly tell her in the amount of time that she'd given him, she walked out of the room. He knew he had to tell her how he felt at some point, but he didn't know how. In the short time since then, he'd seen her grow more confident in herself and she appeared to be happy. He didn't want to mess that up. After all, it wouldn't be long until they would graduate and leave for college. He knew in his heart of hearts that she would probably go to NYU or some school in New York while he went to Ohio State. They would be separated soon enough … why go through the heartache of losing her twice? He knew that she needed to be strong for the life that she had always dreamed of. He wasn't going to hold her back.

Oh baby what do you want, what do you want, what do you want from me?
To come here and make love tonight cause you're feelin' lonely.
You keep takin' me back, takin' me back where I've already been.
When we wake up and say goodbye it's like I'm losing you again.
Can't you see? So what do you want, what do you want from me?
What do you want, what do you want from me?

He finished the song and felt a solitary tear fall down his right cheek. He quickly wiped it away as he looked at Rachel. She was looking everywhere but at him and he didn't have to ask why. Finn knew that she was just as much on the verge of breaking down as he was. She didn't say a word as she stood up and dashed out the door. He desperately wanted to follow her, but he didn't know what to say.

"Uh, Mr. Schue …" he looked at his teacher with desperation in his eyes as he pointed toward the door. He just nodded and turned toward the rest of the class as Finn darted out the door after her.