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Author's Note: Hello everyone! Here I am with a new story because I'm on an ANGST kick! I'm sitting there today reading through some of these spoilers about Fuinn and people panicking and I'm just enraged! I dislike Fuinn SO MUCH. I would just hate for Finn to go down that road again...not saying it's legit but hypothetically speaking. Anyways in my anger, I created this story. I've been tossing the idea around in my head for a while and I just LOVE this song so I thought "ya know what...I'm posting it!" I'm just obsessed with angst right now. Rachel deserves a TON of justice. But I flip constantly. One night I'm FINCHEL FLUFF and the next I'm FINCHEL ANGST. It's an ongoing battle ;)

Anyways ENJOY this chapter and remember no matter what, Finchel's endgame...in my fics and on the show. Love to all!


The second she sees them, paralyzing hurt eclipses her. She watches in utter shock as he gives her a smile before she leans up and kisses him. A sharp, hot slash of pain slices across her heart and a horrible gut-wrenching feeling rips a deep burn through her stomach when she sees him respond. Her throat tightens in a suffocating manner and her chest bubbles with millions of emotions, ready to tumble over the edge. She can practically feel her heart being torn from her chest and being crushed beyond repair in his careless hand. The feeling is frightening and foreign and she can't seem to fathom what's going on. It feels like she's dying.

Rachel Berry is snapping.

After two miserable, gruesome weeks of her peers teasing her even more merciless than normal and her love for the man she lived for being unrequited and ignored, she finds herself in the worst emotional shape of her life. Suffering from insomnia, stress, bad headaches and crippling heartbreak, she looks and feels awful. The whole world is against her. He doesn't love her anymore. He stares at her with venom and hate. He is moving on and kissing Quinn Fabray, leaving her feeling horribly ill.

She knows she did wrong. She knows she messed up. But she's been trying so hard to make things right. Trying so hard to make sure he's happy. And yet she's still losing. He's shutting her out. He's hating her. After everything, he's forgetting about her.

She feels dizzy suddenly like she's going to pass out or throw up, her vision blurring with tears and things beginning to move in slow motion. He's forgetting her. Forgetting them. Everything they had. All her love. He's throwing it away. All of it. Carelessly and easily, moving onto Queen Bee who hurt him worse than she did.

Why? What was wrong with her? Why did she have to be ugly and hated? Why wasn't she enough for him? Why couldn't he love and respect her as she did for him?

Clutching the fabric of her shirt over the gaping hole where her heart used to be, she claws desperately at it and fans herself, her breathing growing ragged and uneven, her vision blacking in some places and her stomach twisting violently with sobs and insatiable pain. Why does it hurt so much?

And that's when she realizes she's losing it. She's being eclipsed by a black hole of numbness and frost. And she can't fight it. She has no strength left. She's drowning in the darkness because she simply can't handle it all if he's not there supporting and cheering her on.

Then, as if karma wanted to take one more vicious abrupt strike at her already wounded soul, he looks up and meets her eye. She knows he sees it. He's seeing months worth of vulnerability and weakness that she had disguised so well. He's seeing the scars and bullet holes and her beaten up, bruised, broken soul that was punctured by every cruel thing that she had to go through. All by herself. Even when he was with her, she fought it all alone. He knows it. And she's letting him see it. Her guard is down and she feels painfully exposed, not being able to read his expression clearly through the blinding tears. It's scary but she can't make her feet move or her frail body straighten. The burning, raging fire that snarled and roared in her heart, acting as a motivation to win him back, had been extinguished and she was left lost.

Where was she to go from here?

She stares back at him for a long moment, soaking in his perfect face that she had believed was her haven. But it wasn't. He wasn't. She didn't have a haven.

Looking at him, she feels insignificant. Anonymous. Hated. And so alone.

Quinn takes his hand, barking a command and he obeys, tearing his eyes away from her. The deja vu is sickening. And then she's left in the middle of the buzzing hallway, positive that this is all she's ever been to him.

Unimportant.


"These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase..."


AN#2: ANGST! I'm sorry but I have an ILLNESS! haha Song credit was 'My Immortal' by Evanescence...awesome song.

Next Chapter: Conversation with a fellow heartbroken pal.

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