FINN POV. (some bad language)
Santana was stroking my arm. And damn straight it was pissing me off.
I thought she realised after our night in some seedy motel that I didn't want her. I wanted Rachel Berry. Her animal sweaters. Her very tiny skirts. Her knee high socks. Her gorgeous brown eyes and her breathtaking voice. I wanted her so badly.
The thought that my perfect girl had sex with that douchebag Jesse make me sick inside. No, not sick inside. That would be an... understatement (I think that's the word Rachel would use). It made me want to tear my insides out, punch a couple of walls and maybe give Jesse a black eye at the same time.
Damn though, I couldn't judge her. I'd had sex with an easy Cheerio just for the sake of it. For the sake of my reputation.
Then Run Joey Run aired. I totally overreacted.
Rachel was stood up in front of us, a beaming smile on her face. One that I took away. Hate bubbled up inside of me, the thought she could put me in the same video as Puck (my ex-best friend who'd had sex with my ex-girlfriend and knocked her up) and Jesse (complete using douchebag from Vocal Adrenaline).
I couldn't hold it in any longer.
"This is garbage!"
Rachel looked hurt – there looked to be the possibility of tears at any moment.
"It was an artistic statement!" She hit back, a stricken look on her face.
"No, it wasn't! It was you trying to look like you had a bunch of guys fighting over you so you could stop looking like some kind of outcast and be seen as some hot slutty girl singer! How could you do this to me? To all us guys? Is your stupid reputation more important than your relationships?" I stormed out, leaving Rachel stood there, leaving the love of my life stood there...
I obviously felt guilty. I knew I'd treated Rachel so badly and after Jesse went back to Carmel I knew I needed to make it up to her. I shuffled in my seat, trying desperately to concentrate on what to say to Rachel instead of the irritating stroking taking place on my arm.
Potential apologizes zapped around my head, but it all sounded wrong. Too soppy or too serious or just plain rubbish. I saw Rachel move towards the door from her position on the stage and I knew I had to act fast. I stood up, hoping maybe I could fluke my way back into her life and took a step towards her, when Santana dragged me down into a deep kiss. Ten seconds in I realised what was going on and I broke it off. Movement in the corner of my eye brought realisation to my sometimes stupid brain. Rachel had gone. And once again I'd pissed up my chances with her.
"Santana, what the hell? We've talked about this!" I whispered angrily at her.
"Just because you think having sex with me was a mistake doesn't mean I'm going to let myself be second best to man-hands. That wouldn't be good for my reputation, would it?" She smirked, skipped over to Brittany and they left holding pinkies.
I slid back into my chair with a groan. Everyone in glee had left by now, or so I thought.
"Dude, you need serious help with the chicks. So, do you want it or not?"
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