AN: A brief one-shot speculating about what might happen in 2x19 Rumors. The story was inspired by a great comment left on my tumblr blog by . I wrote about how I thought the song "Go Your Own Way" might work into the plot of the episode, and SoStupid remarked: "I'm tempted to have Finn realize that his wanting to hurt Quinn parallels Rachel's feelings when she found out about Santana. " Which, of course, is exactly what should happen! Thus the story.

Glee does not belong to me in the slightest.

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"That's it, Finn; we're over."

"Whu—what? But you said you weren't cheating with him; I believe you. I feel awful about what he's going through, and . . . ."

"This isn't about whether you believe me. This is about what you did with her."

"We didn't do anything, Quinn; I told you—she just came along to help me with the stake out. Nothing happened."

"Something did happen, Finn. You—"

"Quinn, I swear, nothing happened. I didn't cheat on you!"

"No; you humiliated me. In front of the entire glee club."

"But—what—how?"

"That song, Finn. That song she sang—you went along with it, knowing that it would humiliate me, that it would hurt me. Knowing that everyone here already thinks I'm a horrible person because of cheating on you with Puck, and then on Sam with you. You knew what it would make me look like, and how I'd feel about it, and you didn't even care."

"Ok, first, I didn't go along with it; it was my idea. I had to talk her into doing it with me."

"And I bet you had to work real hard to get her to agree!"

"Actually, I did. She didn't want to, but I convinced her to help me. And second, I just did it because I was angry. You didn't seem to get why, so I did it to make you understand the way I was feeling, and . . . ."

Finn stopped abruptly. He felt like the choir room piano had suddenly been dropped on his head, and in the reverberations of its fall he heard a voice echoing.

"I was so mad at you, and I was, I was so hurt, that I, I wanted to make you feel as bad as I felt."

That was why. That was why she did it.

It didn't mean that she hadn't loved him; in fact, he'd known all along that she had loved him. He had just refused to admit it. He'd refused to let her back in while he wallowed in what felt like an endless-loop replay of him and Quinn and Puck and humiliation and anger and betrayal last year.

But this wasn't the same at all; she wasn't the same. How she felt about him, and he about her, wasn't at all the same as the way he and Quinn had ever felt about each other. He'd talked her, and Puck, into doing the song to repay humiliation with humiliation; she, by going to Puck, had been trying to make him understand how much she was hurting in the only way she could think of once he refused to listen to her or to try to understand what about Santana made her so upset. It was what she'd said—this was never about Puck; it was always about him, about them.

And he wondered why, with everything he had done to cause her pain-he, who thought that he was the good guy because he had loved her enough not to cheat on her, but had hurt her all the same-she had agreed to help him with the song.

Still reeling from his sudden revelation and the new questions it raised, Finn slowly became aware of Quinn's voice repeating his name.

"Finn. Finn. Do you agree?"

"Uh, yeah, sure. Whatever."

He hadn't heard a word of what she was saying. As Quinn continued to speak, he realized he must have agreed that they could put this behind them and move on. That they really needed to focus their attention on Prom, which was just a week away now. He nodded his head when it seemed like he was supposed to, his attention not in the room. All he could think of was Rachel. She loved me. She loved me all the time. But does she still? Is it too late?