The room was incredibly dark, which was exactly as he preferred it at that moment in time. It fit his mood of utter despair. How could he have let this happen? No, how could he have actively ruined his entire future? How could he have utterly broken the heart of the only girl he had ever and in his estimation would ever love? No matter how much he contemplated his actions he could not seem to find a satisfying answer. Screw that he couldn't find any kind of answer, let alone one that would, assuage his guilty conscience. He loved her didn't he? He thought that their romance, their love, would be epic. He was right about the epic part. It ended in a scene worthy of an epic poem or movie.
His life wasn't a movie though, no matter how much he wished it was. He was simply a senior in high school in an award winning show choir. He wasn't Brad Pitt in a romantic comedy showing at the local theatre. How could he have thought of this like a movie, like she was some sort of shallow character that like in any movie would forgive him and be back in his arms within the prescribed two hour plot line. She was lost to him now, and that gigantor Finn would be making his moves. Well, if he could figure out that now would be an opportune time to take advantage of Rachel's vulnerability. He held out a small hope that Frankenteen would be too dense to know that though. His hope was small, but burned brightly. Even if this wasn't a movie, he could still win her back, right? He was charming and determined he could put that to good use. Rachel would be his again or he didn't know what he would do. He needed to plan. He could do this. He had to do this. He loved her beyond all imagining. They were meant to be together. They would take the wold by storm. It was an inevitability. It was fate. He just needed to help fate along a little. He was Jesse Freakin' St. James three time national winner and a future star. He could do this.