Alright, guys, this story is set somewhere post Sectionals but pre Hello. If you don't like cutting, I wouldn't recommend reading.
Finn was very hurt by what Quinn and Puck did to him. If Quinn had went to him and confessed what she did with Puck and say that was why she was pregnant instead of making up that bullshit about the hot tub, he probably would've been able to forigve her. But she lied to him for seven months, scaring and depressing him with the thought of being a teen father. He shivered at thinking what would've happened if it hadn't been for Rachel. He probably would've thought it was his baby forever.
He went to Glee the next week after Sectionals. He tried to pretend that everything was fine, even though it so wasn't. He wanted to punch Puck again whenever he saw him, but luckily he was able to hold in the temptation. And he wanted to cry his eyes out whenever he saw Quinn and the baby bump which should have belonged to him.
When he went home, he collapsed on the bed. His mother had told Quinn that she was welcome to stay, seeing as it would be no better for them to kick a pregnant girl who had lied about the father out of their house then for the girls' parents to kick her out for being pregnant at sixteen, but she had said she would feel too guilty before packing her stuff up in an old cardboard box. And her choice suited Finn just fine. It was bad enough having to see her in school and at Glee.
His mom was chopping up carrots for the vegetable stew she was making. He couldn't help thinking how better he might feel if that knife were to slid into his veins, how good it would feel with the blood trickling down his arms.
Carol Hudson didn't chide her son for not eating well at supper. She knew that he was still thinking about Quinn and Puck.
"Finn, I have to go grocery shopping, okay?" she told her son. He nodded. After the dishes were done, she left, and Finn slipped open one of the drawers, taking out a large butcher knife.
He drove it into his skin, groaning. Even though it hurt him, the wounds in his heart hurt deeper then the one in his skin.
Finn cut himself at school and at home constantly whenever he was alone. He had got a pass from Mr. Schue to go to the bathroom, when in reality he went to his locker.
He felt a wave of pleasure when he felt the pain, feeling the blood trickling down his arm.
"Finn? What are you doing?" a familiar voice asked.
Finn spun around. Quinn was standing there. She was wearing a pink dress and her hair was in a loose ponytail. She had a hand gripping her large baby bump.
"Quinn? What are you doing here?" he asked, making an attempt to hide the knife and his arm.
"I… am seeing Miss Pilsbury on a weekly basis now. She's helping me with losing you and becoming pregnant and losing my status and all that. Why are you hiding your arm?"
"Why should you care?" Finn asked angrily, turning away from Quinn.
"Finn…" Quinn reached into the locker, taking out Finn's hand. "Finn, you've been cutting. I know I hurt you with what I did, and I'm so sorry, but cutting is not the answer. You could die. Come with me."
Quinn led Finn to her locker. She took out a tub of ointment and a big bandage. She dabbed a fingerful of ointment on, and then applied the bandage.
"I still love you, Quinn," he told her, embracing her in a soft kiss. Quinn smiled as they walked down the barren hallway together, hand in hand.
Alright, so I know this is nothing like what happened in the second half of the season at all, but please review!