You were used to getting chided by Quinn, it happened nearly every day in fact. What you weren't used to was how intense it seemed to have become lately. Instead of glares you were getting daggers, instead of eye rolls you were getting tight jawed glares where you could just see the imaginary foam leaking from the blonde's lips.

It was always for the silliest things too. One day all you did was simply state a few recommendations for sectionals this year. You weren't planning on making any more mistakes with Finn. No love song duets, ever. You thought this would not only make Santana happy, just in case she was still upset about losing nationals over your stupid kiss with him last year, but Quinn as well. Instead she nearly screamed that she didn't want to sing Paramore.

"I doubt the judges would appreciate us screaming at the tops of our lungs Man-Hands!" She was seething. A part of you had wondered if she had gotten pregnant again and this was merely her hormonal reaction, but when you came into rehearsals the next day and recommended a more pop song "Meteor Shower" by Owl City. She didn't even let you finish your sentence before she snapped back with a quip about you and Finn.

It wasn't true, you weren't trying to win him back with cheesy love songs. It was your intentions to have Artie sing it with Brittany. And yet the second that came out of your mouth Santana stood up straighter than she had the entire time she had been there and just glared at you. A type of glare that made you reminisce on the day of Nationals, the way she was needed to be held back by a crowd of people just so she wouldn't come over and claw your eyes out.

"Or not." You said meekly.

Mr. Shue wasn't of much help, still wanting to go with crowd pleasers. It wasn't that the songs were bad but with every decision to choose a popular song the higher at risk you are for choosing a song that the other teams have as well. The judges were sure to be looking for common things. Besides, you were anything but common. You were extraordinarily. You were a star, and you would not be singing Seasons Of Love (even though it is one of your favorites) you knew Glee had to go with the shock factor. Like when you did your mash-ups. Mixing Any Way You Want It and Lovin', Touchin, Squeezin, was extraordinary. It was in the middle of this thought process that you had the greatest Aha moment.

You didn't say anything out loud however, too fearful of what Quinn would say. It always surprised you how much you wanted to please her. You had many theories as to why.

You were just tired of seeing her let down.

You felt the fact that she was head cheerleader made you instantly just give her some amount of respect.

You knew she wasn't really a bad person.

You had stolen her boyfriend.

Outed her pregnancy unintentionally.

The list just went on.

So you stayed quite, sat up a bit straighter, happy with your idea, and smiled to yourself. "Seriously Midget? Finn just stands to go sing something and you smile? That's really all it takes to make your heart flutter? Talk about low standards."

You felt your face fall. You hadn't even realized that Finn had gotten up to sing a song. Of course he assumed Quinn was right, and that your smile was for him. But it really wasn't, and you almost opened your mouth to protest but you knew that would only worsen the situation, so you closed your mouth once more and listened to Finn speak.

"Look, would you two just stop it?" He shouted. You weren't sure why he had said 'you two.' You hadn't actually done anything. "What happened to the Quinn that I knew? Sure she was still kinda mean but never like this. Everything Rachel says is like it's the worst thing in the world to you? Like she's just cursed you a thousand times or something." His voice grew calmer as he spoke. You were happy someone was standing up for you, but did it really have to be him? Couldn't Puck have said something? Or maybe even Artie? Hell you'd even take Brittany.

Quinn just scoffed and folded her arms across her chest. "Just sing your stupid song!"

Not one of her better comebacks, but maybe she was just too angry to think of anything better. Her face was getting a red tint to it.

He huffed and turned to the small ensemble behind him, handing them music, before turning back to face the audience. Only, he acted as if only Quinn and you were his audience, switching glances from the both of you two.

The guitarist started strumming chords that sounded a little too rock for something of your tastes, and when the drums came in you knew it was something you would never have listened to before.

The drums died out and Finn held your gaze before he began to sing

Was happiness a fad?

Or was it in the lost in found again behind the issues.

It might not be so bad,

We're all addicted to our tragedy,

I guess it's what it had to be.

He started out just bobbing his knee to the beat. His gaze now fixed on Quinn.

With nothing on my back,

It's still enough to bring me down.

My mind's about to crack,

Cause what I thought could not be found.

Matter of in fact,

It's harder still when you're around.

With nothing on my back,

I can't help but drown.

He had moved closer to Quinn's chair at this, the vein in his neck popping out slightly. You tried your best to listen to the lyrics but the music was just so loud, you felt like the Grinch in the cartoon only able to hear noise where the little who's heard toys.

I might as well belong to both of you.

And the mess you always seem to drag me through.

That night forever always haunting me.

But I guess it is what it's supposed to be,

But spare your thoughts of sympathy.

You knew what night he spoke of. Nationals. If only you had just gone with your gut and ignored his gaze, you were sure you wouldn't have kissed him. But you couldn't sing a love song with another person and not look at them. It wouldn't have the same effect.

With nothing on my back,

It's still enough to bring me down.

My mind's about to crack,

Cause what I thought could not be found.

Matter of in fact,

It's harder still when you're around.

With nothing on my back,

I can't help but drown.

You figured he'd look at Quinn again. After all she was the one constantly dragging him down. But instead his eyes were locked on you, full of emotion you'd never thought he'd have, mostly because he seemed to be a simple minded person.

You took a quick chance look at Quinn only to find she had her typical stone face on. Everyone else saw it as her 'don't bother speaking to me look' but you knew that look. You figured it out only after a few times of seeing it on her. It was your sixth sense of course. It told you that when Quinn made that face it was because she was guarding herself, that she was sure she was about to hear something that would hurt her so she put her walls up. Guarded is what that face meant. You also knew it was when she needed someone to just ask her if she were okay, or to tell her it would be alright, or even to just hug her.

But you also knew that if you had done any of those things she wouldn't be so inviting and pleased about it.

You got so lost in thinking you barely noticed Finn had stopped singing. The only thing that gave it away was the noise had stopped and was now replaced with clapping.