'You're such a douche bag' Jesse mumbled under his breath. He and Finn were both leaning up against the stone of the school building, having just been thrown out, quite literally, by Coach Silvester. Finn wasn't quite sure what had happened, but the rage that had, and was still flowing through his body had taken him over completely.
'You have no right coming back here and treating her like that!' Finn spat back.
'Like what? Like a beautiful and fun girl that she is? Rain check dude- from what I hear, you had your chance and you blew it quite spectacularly.' His words kind of hurt, because deep down Finn knew they were true. 'So how about, later, you go back to your perfect, sweet, Prom Queen of a girl and we'll forget that this ever happened?'
'Hey dude! Do you not remember how awful you treated her? And now you think by coming back and dancing with her, giving her a few smiles here and there, she'd just forgive you just like that? Come on dude! Don't do it to her again!'
'Well I didn't hear her complaining when I was kissing her neck earlier…' He smirked and with those words Finn slammed his fist into the wall next to him, which generated a gravely laugh from the depths of Jesse St. Jame's stomach. 'Bye dude, have a nice night' and with that he headed off into the distance. Finn winced and let himself fall to the floor, the wall which was moments ago his victim, now his supporter as he rested once more against it.
He held his hand, the pain shooting through it like he had been shot, but it was nothing compared to the pain and turmoil brewing within the depths of his being, and dare he say his heart. He knew he had acted stupid in there, to go marching across to Jesse and Rachel, to cause a scene and nearly punch the guy. He knew it was wrong, he was with beautiful Quinn, in her dazzling blue dress, who was pressed against him dancing, yet he couldn't help it. He sat there and closed his eyes, thoughts running through his head about the situation, not just tonight but from the moment he had broken up with Rachel Berry. The week before the Prom, she had surprisingly opened her heart up to him and he supposed that those words 'I'm dying everyday inside' about his relationship with Quinn had sliced through his heart and remained with him ever since she had walked away from him that day. How could he have been such a jerk? The one girl who truly knew and understood him, he was killing everyday. He cursed himself. And now, he was acting like a jealous little child. He'd called Jesse out with how he had treated Rachel, but how had he himself acted with her? He'd dumped her over something which when he now looked back was so insignificant and small. Sure, it'd hurt him that she had gone to Puck and kissed him, but he had lied about sleeping with Santana. He had acted worse, one nil to him. Then he had moved on to Quinn so quickly, cheating on Sam, and then to top it off, went around everyday rubbing it in both their faces. He was sure that Sam had gotten over Quinn, but he knew deep down by the way he sometimes caught Rachel solemnly staring at him at Glee rehearsals that she was far from over him. Two nil Finn, well done. He groaned as he stretched out his fingers and continued with his thoughts, the sound of his fellow glee members singing their hearts out and having a great time wafting through the cool spring air.
At Regionals she had told him, that she had meant every word that she was singing. And when her beautiful tones filled the auditorium and she opened her heart up not only to him, but the whole room, it had felt that they were the only ones in there. And he had smiled at her sentiments. 'How many times will it take for me, to get it right?' She had been singing them to him, but he realised he should have been singing them to her. She had done nothing more than to be slightly naïve and loving him too much. It was always her one vice he thought. She loved with everything she had. It's what made him love her as much as he did then and even more so now. If he was completely honest with himself, it had been brewing within him the moment he heard Jesse was back in town. The thought that he might come back and take Rachel away from him was the worst moment of his life so far. And then when she had sung her slow number at the dance, 'You don't get to get me back…who do you think you are?' it had stung, and he couldn't help but watch her, she was like a magnet. There he was in Quinn's arms, but his whole being was focused on another girl. The girl. She had determinedly shaken her head, as if to punctuate her true sentiments. She wasn't going to let him break her heart anymore. And then that was it, he felt like he was loosing her already, so when he had seen her dancing and having fun like that with Jesse he had flipped. He could now see his selfishness, he had made it all about him, he had flaunted his supposed 'moved on' attitude in her face, yet couldn't take the same being done to him
'You jerk!' he announced out loud. The music from inside was dying down and he could hear the bustling noise of people happily chatting over their wonderful night. He quickly stood up and walked into the cool night air. He had to go before the crowds started to disperse home. He could not face seeing anyone, especially Rachel and Quinn. He needed time, he needed some space to collect his thoughts and decide what he was going to do. And as he slowly walked towards his house, he knew one thing for sure, that in time, he was going to 'get it right' he just had to.