Stutter Step
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It was just a stutter step.
That moment when she walked away from Quinn.
When their eyes meet.
A pause.
An unspoken conversation.
Ever since they "dated" they had formed some weird connection.
The Dirty Mistresses subset of the Glee Club.
He wanted to say something to her.
Apologize for this mess the four of them had made…well, the three of them. She didn't create this mess, it had been poised waiting to spill since before she entered their world…or had they entered hers? She was Pandora and this mess was the jar.
He couldn't blame her for this. He needed to tell her, explain.
He took a breath.
She raised her chin, challenging him.
Begging him.
Tell the truth.
If he had told the truth, she wouldn't be the one holding the blame for creating this mess. She wouldn't be the Trout Mouth. There wouldn't be one more reason for the rest of the group to hate her.
He hated that he put her in that position. She had just gotten one step forward with Mercedes, he just threw her four back.
If he had told her, she would've helped him, he knew. She would make sure Finn found out, but she would've given him the chance to do it first.
He didn't have the courage to face her.
He glanced to the ground gathering strength. Courage.
And when he met her eyes, disappointment was there. So was betrayal.
The shuddering breath. The tears where forming, he knew.
He hadn't seen that look in awhile. Not since the first Slushie.
He was responsible for that look…again.
He hated that look.
She moved away.
Fleeing, though her steps were unrushed.
He continued to Quinn.
There was still one girl he owed responsibility to. One who wasn't disappointed in him.
His little girl.