Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Quinn had rejected me a number of times, but for some reason, this time hurt the most.

She said she "couldn't handle any more stress in her life" and she "was going to do this on her own."

You're sixteen. You need to raise a baby. Your parents disowned you, Quinn, and you have no money. How the hell are you going to do it on your own?

There was no way I could tell her this, because she'd shrug it off like any other time I'd ever tried.

So instead, I walked down the hallway, dejected and feeling like shit.

We were going to Sectionals soon. We had no Finn, and none of us were feeling too great about that. It's not my fault, though. Well maybe it is. But it's mostly Rachel Freaking Berry's. Fuck you, Berry.

Without Finn, we're going to lose Sectionals, and Glee is over. It's the inevitable truth, and none of us are ready to face it. Glee makes us all happy, though us popular kids are not willing to admit it.

So I'm stuck here with no girl, no little baby, and nothing happy in my life.

And it's all because of that Santana Lopez and my stupid cell phone.

Everyone knows how screwed up my love life is. I sleep with cougars, have random sex, and have a fling with anyone I think is remotely attractive.

That's when I hear this.

"So you just liked me because of the stutter?"

"No –"

"Well, that's what it seems like. And basically our friendship of four years was a sham?"

"No, Tina. But you lied to me and I don't forgive that fast."

"Fuck you."

"Bitch."

Pause.

Then there was some crying, and a few I was out of line's, some you totally meant it's, and finally the sound of running down the hallway presumably into the girl's bathroom.

So when I hear the sound of wheels squeaking coming closer and closer, I grab the freaking douchebag by the shirt and scream into his face.

"Listen to me, you little asshole. Best friends don't call other best friends bitch. Now I actually have a heart, and I'm not going to let you fuck up your love life like I did to mine. So make it right with Stutterfly or you're both going to be miserable for the rest of your fucking high school lives. Understand?"

He nods timidly and wheels away, waiting outside the bathroom for her to come out. I hear more crying. A lot of I'm sorry's. A bunch of other crap I don't really care about.

They sit together on the bus ride to Sectionals.

And on the way back.

And they walk home together. And enter the same house. I see that when I drive by in my pickup truck.

Finn showed up. He still hates me. I have no best friend. But we won Sectionals.

Things are a little better now.

My love life might be a mess, but I kind of feel better knowing I'm the reason somebody else's is better.

Because no one deserves that feeling.

Don't I know it.