You knew Quinn Fabray had always been in love with you. You knew it had never been about Finn for her. She had never actually verbally expressed her feelings towards you, but you could sense it. The longing stares, the way she always licked her lips or looked at yours when you two were in conversation. You always felt her checking you out. Of course, you didn't mind. Why would you? You have two gay dads. You just…didn't feel the same. That's why it hurt so much for her to say those two words. "Just wait." You looked down at your hands guiltily. You could hear the slight strain in her voice. The urgency. You knew you wouldn't wait. You loved Finn more than anything, and this was something you wanted. Needed. You could feel her staring at you, and were relieved when Santana spoke up, giving her input in the matter. You look back to her, to see the completely broken expression in her eyes. You hate to do it, but you have to. "I just…I love him. I've made my decision. I'm going to make love to him. Thank you for your input." You stand up and leave, forcing yourself not to look back at the hazel eyed girl sitting on the table behind you. Tears well up in your eyes, but you really don't know why. You should be happy about this. …Right?