Disclaimer:
Unfortunately, I don't own glee, or its characters, or the actors that portray them. This is my first attpempt at writing fanfiction so I apologize if its terrible. I wrote the majority of this in notes on my phone, so I apologize for the errors. This fic is actually a true story, for the most part. I thought it was one that should be told, and personality wise the people matched well with the glee kids. This isn't going to follow the show, or have many similarities. Lucy Caboosey happened, Beth didn't. Quick bromance, Quinntana friendship. Though this is a Faberry fic, there's some heavy Fabrevans and Finchel. Though I believe true love conquers all, often times it does not. No promises on endgame, read and find out!
IT was never supposed to get this far, and it was never supposed to get this messy. But I suppose these things always do.
I fix my bed head and reapply my lipgloss, while trying to ignore the shaking shoulders of the person I left in bed. I tell myself its better for both of us, that if I offer comfort it would mean that there is a reason behind her tears. Then we'd both have to acknowledge that there was a problem. That we were more than friends and this is real now. We fucked up and got out emotions involved. We thoroughly messed everything up, but we can't allow ourselves to think like that. Her fiance will be here tomorrow and Sam is waiting for me at our apartment. Our perfect counter parts.
One last glance at her and it takes all my will power to refrain from gathering her in my arms. That would only make it worse.
"Come over this weekend?" I ask. "He has training until Monday morning."
I don't say his name. We never say their names when its just us. Both knowing the pain that comes when we are reminded of who the other will be going home to. She wants to hate Sam so badly, and in the beginning she really did. In her mind I was hers long before I was his. But Sam won her over, the was he does with just about everyone. Few can resist my boyfriends aww-shucks charm and boy next door smile. She was engaged when we met. She has absolutely no right to lay claims to me. She never was and never will be mine. Being mine meant being out, it meant something big, something different and scary. She wasn't ever going to be ready for it. How many times has she told me that I was just young and naive? People would never accept us, and she couldn't do that to Finn.
She pretends to be sleeping. I pretend to believe her. As I walk out the front door, using my key to lock up, I know she'll be there Friday evening. I let my tears fall as soon as I get in my car. The rush of pain and guilt is so overwhelming it leaves me breathless. I want to blame myself for this. I try to tell myself that if I hadn't kissed Rachel so long ago we would never be here. I try to shoulder as much of the blame as possible because it hurts to blame her. The fact that our situation hurts her kills me. But I know that I never had a choice in kissing her. Rachel wanted me the moment I walked into her life. Of the millions of things that can be said about that girl, one thing is for sure. Rachel Berry always gets what she wants.