A/N: This is my first attempt at writing something for Glee (which is why I wanted to keep it simple), so I hope I did well. And if you spot any (stupid) errors, please don't hesitate to tell me. Enjoy! :)

EDIT: Gah! I messed up really REALLY bad. D: It's Quinn, obviously, not Gwen. How in the world did I end up making that mistake... twice. Thanks for pointing that out. *hangs head in shame*


Finn looked into the mirror that was on the lavatory's wall, his hands holding both sides of the sink so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. Not that it made much difference with the rest of his skin; at the moment, he was looking pale enough to make everyone else believe that he'd seen a ghost. The shocking news that he wasn't the father of Quinn's baby had left him shivering all over. It felt much worse than getting those ice cold slushies thrown in your face by the people you used to trust. He resembled Mr. Death, what with the bags under his eyes and the messy hair. Well, he certainly didn't feel much better...

To be honest, he didn't dare to return to the classroom again. Not when he couldn't control himself enough to assure he wouldn't kill that sneaky bastard. But staying here only made him aware of his pent-up anger.

So what was he supposed to do now? How was he supposed to feel about the whole situation? Should he be all happy that the baby wasn't his? Furious, because his best friend did this to him? (Not to mention that his beloved girlfriend had cheated on him, too. He'd lost two people that he cared about so much at the same time. Well, three, if you counted the baby here as well.) Should he feel relieved, seeing that he didn't have to act all mature and responsible anymore? Responsibility had never been his forte, anyways. It felt as though a heavy burden was lifted off his shoulder with their confession, but still, he wasn't feeling any better. No, the opposite was true.

After all the shit he'd been through because of Quinn; the powerlessness, the despair, the fear of things not being alright anymore, everything... And he knew it! Both Puck and Quinn had known about everything from the beginning. Yet, they had both chosen to lie right in his face, letting him deal with all the chaos instead. Why worry about money when Finn was there to do all the stuff and work his butt off? He would handle everything they'd throw at him, so no worries.

Oh, how much they must have laughed at him behind his back. This thought alone made him want to destroy everything that was within his reach right now. If only he'd had enough money to pay for the damage later...

By the time that his anger had subsided slightly, he was sure of one thing: he would never be able to forgive Puck for what he did to him. Never. He'd rather have no friend at all, than some filthy liar like him.


A/N: I would be flattered if you could give me your opinion on this. :)