A/N: A Glee drabble I worked on while I was supposed to be doing my English homework...oops. It takes place during season 1. Quinn never fell in love with Finn, but she can't help but feel hurt when Rachel finds it appropriate to just carry him away.
Quinn never fell in love with Finn, but that didn't mean she was fine with Rachel swooping down with her rather obnoxious screech and steely talons to carry him away. No, Quinn was never in love but she did love him. He was her first boyfriend and really would have been an excellent father for Driz- for Beth. He was sweet and although he might be stuck in Lima for the rest of his life, his heart was pure. Finn let her tear him down, let her cock block him and brag about his achievements.
Quinn hated to admit it, but Rachel was beautiful. It was an enticing beauty, striking and captivating. Quinn knew she had lost him from witnessing that first pep assembly. Homo-explosion, as Puck deemed it, portrayed this ghastly pornographic dance that showed off Rachel's legs more than their singing ability. Quinn wasn't stupid, she knew performing meant that you had to act like you were something you aren't, for she can't count how many times a Cheerios routine had fled the realm of her distinct personality. But there was that damned metaphorical line and Man Hands had sung her way right over it. Examining the two gyrating on stage, her heart began a free fall. She had lost Finn and the battle hasn't even begun. Seeing his face, the exuberance that hid behind the fear, Quinn knew.
She grew incredibly bitter, snapping at Finn, hoping that if she kept a distance, or was too hard on him, he would leave quicker so she could just move on. But he relented, remaining ever so saccharine. It sickened her, and made her heart ache further.
Rachel was being slushied by Puck daily under Quinn's ordinance. If Ru Paul can just gallivant in and steal her boyfriend, why can't she stride in and use her power to steal the hobbit's dignity? It was the only method of vengeance she could possibly use, the only method she really actually knew. She laughed loudly as red substance dribbled down Berry's shocked expression. "Next time try aiming for her shoes," Santana called out.
The smile painted on Quinn's face, however, seemed less genuine than it had the day before. This was sure to make her feel better, right? Vengeance, hopefully, is sweeter than her boyfriend who simple didn't love her anymore.
A/N: A quick one shot before the finals blizzard pelts my cerebral cortex! Review and vote I guess?(: (: