"Do you want to know how the story plays out? I get Finn, and you get heartbroken." Quinn could remember speaking those words to Rachel Berry on the stage in the McKinley High theater so many years ago. How wrong she had been.
Once she and Finn had gone public with their relationship after winning regional's, she had worked hard on their campaign for prom king and queen. She was rather proud of herself too, but Finn thought it was a waste of time.
"Why are you so obsessed with this?" he asked her. "Why is this so important to you?"
"Finn, this is where we belong. On top," Quinn explained.
"On top of what, Quinn?" he asked. "You're so obsessed with labels! Don't you just want to relax and enjoy this relationship with me?"
"I do enjoy this relationship!" she replied, reaching up to touch his face. "But do you know how popular we'd be as prom king and queen?"
Finn removed her hand from his face, putting it down by her side, turning to walk away.
"Where do you think you're going?" Quinn shrieked at him.
Finn barely even turned around. "I'm done," he said, exiting the school, heading for his truck. Quinn had tried everything. She ran after him, apologizing and begging, screaming when that didn't work. She yelled at him all the way to his truck and kicked the door in frustration as he drove off. When he was out of sight, she sat on the curb, sobs heaving in her chest. That was it. She'd lost her boyfriend, and her only shot at prom queen. It was all over.
So naïve, she now thought. She was so naïve about everything. She thought all she'd lost was her shot at prom queen. Now, she realized, she'd lost so much more.
Finn had been the best thing that had ever happened to her. He was sweet; he really cared about her and what she had to say. He'd really loved her. And she let that all go, just because she was too stupid to see what was right in front of her.
The realization hit her when she ran into him at the store a few days ago. They shared an awkward hello and she asked how he'd been. He said that he was good. As it turned out, he'd gotten married to the one person she could stand the least. He and Rachel had been married for 5 years and had a 2 year old son. He was proud, she could tell, when he pulled out his wallet to show her the picture, smiling the whole time he talked about him. He'd then asked about her, and she lied, saying that she was fine and avoiding details. When they said goodbye, she felt a sense of longing, wanting nothing more to jump into his arms and for him to love her the way he had in high school.
But that wasn't going to happen.
She reluctantly pushed her cart to the register, running on autopilot the entire way home. Over the next few days she'd done a lot of thinking. And crying.
She had been stupid. She let the best thing that had ever happened to her slip through her fingers.
So that was now the story played out huh? Evidently not.