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Don't Ask Me

Quit acting so friendly.
Don't nod don't laugh all nicely.
Don't think you'll up-end me.
Don't sigh, don't sip your iced-tea.
And don't say, 'It's been a while...'
And don't flash that stupid smile.

Don't ask me, Don't ask me, Don't ask me, ask me, ask me how I've been…

She acts like nothing happened between us whenever we are in the same room as each other. She treats me just like the rest of Glee club. I'm getting tired of it. Of her pretending we never went out. Of her flirting with Finn every damn day even though he's with Quinn. Of me not being what she wants.

I can't stand it and every day I think about leaving the damn club so I don't have to see her face any more. The face of the only girl I went out with for something other than sex. The face of the girl I love. It's getting so bad that I've just been skipping Glee club. So that I don't have to feel my heart tighten as I see her talk with Finn. Today would have been no different and I would have skipped; if Kurt hadn't seen me trying to get away.

Kurt dragged me into the club room and the first thing I saw was her, flirting with Finn. She's got on one of her normal outfits. Stockings, sweater vest, the works. She's got a bottle of iced tea in her hand that she is swinging back and forth. She nods and laughs at what Finn just said. My heart tightened and my stomach dropped. It took all of my power not to go over and deck Finn in the face. Kurt leaves my side and goes over to say hello to Artie. She takes a sip of her iced tea and turns her head and sees me. She heads in my direction. I feign indifference.

"Hey Puck, it's been a while since you've come to Glee. You know we've got regional's and we need everyone here to practice." She says this in a friendly way. Like she's sad that I haven't been coming. I don't want her to act like that. I want her to get angry, to yell at me. To act like it was a personally offence against her not to show up, instead of a disappointment to the team.

"I've been busy Berry" I tell her in a muted tone. A complete lie unless you count avoiding her being busy. She flashes a little smile at and I have to turn my head so she doesn't see my lips tighten.

"Well if your going to busy you should tell someone in the club so we don't sit and wait around for you when we could be practicing." She says this well poking me with her finger. I just want to grab that finger and pull it so she falls against me, but instead I just shrug my shoulders.

"Whatever" She looks at me and I see a little anger at my answer, but it quickly goes away. I just want to leave.

"So how have you been? I haven't seen you in two weeks." I want to tell her how horrible I feel. How she hasn't seen me because seeing her face makes my heart ache and seeing her flirt makes me want to kill someone. I want to tell her that I haven't been happy since she broke it off with me. That even my mom could tell something was wrong. That talking to her, like this, like nothing happened, makes me want to cry like the day my dad left. But I can't bring myself to say that, so I don't.

"I'm fine" But I'm not. She nods and turns around to go talk with Kurt and Artie. She sits down with her back completely straight and offers them some cookies that she made at home, an offer she didn't give me. She tells Artie a tip she found on the internet to help baritones keep their voices in top shape. She says it so frankly most people would have taken it as an insult to their voice.

I can't take it. Seeing her everyday and knowing that she doesn't want to be with me. That she doesn't even treat me as a friend. Tomorrow I'll quit Glee club so that I stop torturing myself with seeing her every day. So that I don't get my heart broken every time I see her laugh at one of Finns lame jokes. But then I see her smile again and know that I can't quit and that I won't. Every time I see that smile my heart beats faster. So I'll stay to see that smile, even if it's directed at someone else. I'll be fine. I won't break down as long as she doesn't ask me how I've been. As long as she doesn't ask me that.

So don't sit there and play just
so frank, so straight, so candid,
so thoughtful, so gracious,
so sound, so even-handed.
Don't be so damn benign
and don't waste my fucking time.

Don't ask me, Don't ask me, Don't ask me, ask me, ask me how I've been.

~Ok Go