My One Perfect Thing

"I don't understand!"

"Finn-"

"What does she want with you? I mean, not that right? God, what the hell? First she tries to take me from you and now she's trying to take you! What kind of game is she trying to play?" He demanded.

"I don't think she is, for once," Rachel mumbled. He spun around, confused, angry and scared.

"What? Don't…do you actually feel something for her, do you?" He said.

"I don't know," she said softly.

"So, you don't know how you feel about me?"

"Finn," she sighed, exasperated. "You know I love you."

"Then what's the issue?" He said. She looked at him, eyes watering.

"Finn, I, I just don't know, okay?" She gulped. "I just need some time to think about it. Can you at least give me that?" He glared at her. She wasn't sure if was angry with her of the situation.

"Fine," he spat, storming toward the door. "You call me when you decide if I'm still worth your time or not." He stalked from the choir room, shouldering past Kurt as he did so.

The countertenor frowned, quickly going to his crying friend, knowing without asking what was wrong. He hugged her, smoothing his hair and shushing her gently. "Quinn?" He said. She nodded miserably.

"I don't know what to do," he gulped. He held her shoulders, looking at her steadily.

"You do whatever your heart wants you to do," he advised. "Don't worry about Quinn, don't worry about Finn. You do what you do best and just worry about you." He smiled wryly, teasing him. She smiled through her tears, chuckling softly.

"Thank you, Kurt," she gulped. He smiled his welcome.

"And if you do choose Quinn, I can handle Finn. I know how crazy he can get when something like this happens," he sighed.

"I don't want to hurt him," she said, shaking her head, sniffling.

"I know, I know, but, sometimes people have to get hurt. It wouldn't be right for you to lead him on if you don't feel something for Quinn," he said. She nodded again. He thumbed a tear away, still smiling to reassure her. "Now you give this some time and think about it, okay? No one's rushing you. Take your time."

"Okay," she breathed. Kurt gave her shoulder one last squeeze before he trotted back out into the hallway, slipping his fingers in Blaine's and heading down the hall.

Rachel took a deep breath, sat down, and started to re-think, well…everything.

Quinn had finally calmed herself down, tears dried, make-up reapplied, composure set again.

That's when Finn barged into the girl's bathroom, face red and contorted in anger. She knew this look. This is what Finn looked like when his heart was hurting. He was angry, confused and terrified that he'd be losing the love of his life to his crazy ex-girlfriend. Judging by how worked up he was, this was going to be loud and painful for the both of them. She wondered distantly if he had talked to Rachel when he felt like this.

"What are you trying to do?" He bellowed. "What, I leave you for her so you try to take her away from me?"

"No, Finn, that's no what I was trying to do," she said softly.

"Then what? What game are you playing? Is this some way of getting closer to Shelby so you can try and steal Beth again? WHAT?" He snarled. Quinn folded her arms, her firm, unforgiving gaze rising to her face.

"Why is it so hard to believe that I actually care about her?" She asked, knowing that this would get dirty real fast.

"Because it's impossible for you to love Quinn," Bingo. "You gonna cheat on her too? With who? You gonna go after me again?"

"No," her voice was strong.

"Well, you've cheated on everyone else you've ever been with, why should Rachel be any different?" He challenged.

"Because," if he got to be mean, then so did she. "You didn't make me happy. Neither did Sam or Puck. None of you had what I needed and when things got rough, you left. I was in love with you when you dumped me for Rachel, so don't act like you're totally innocent in this-"

"I didn't lie about a pregnancy, Quinn!"

"I lied to you to PROTECT YOU!"

"YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH MY BEST FRIEND!"

She took a breath, looking at the floor. "That has nothing to do with Rachel. I've hurt you, and you've hurt me. We both know that. But this has nothing to do with you and I. This is about Rachel and me or you and her. It's her decision, not ours. I love her, probably more than you do."

"You can't love, Quinn, we've been over this."

"That's a damn lie and you know it!" She spat.

"You can't prove you love her more. He stepped closer to her, intimidating her. "Stay away from my girlfriend." He warned, angry. "You have no right to just waltz in and take her away from me. You leave her alone."

"What if she picks me instead of you?" She asked. "What if she picks me without me having to go off on her like she's done something wrong? What happens if it's her choice and not mine?" He shook his head.

"You're not gonna make Rachel go for girls, okay? Rachel's not gay," he said, justifying it to assure himself. He was so terrified of losing her, especially like this, to Quinn. To a girl. But he wasn't about to go without a fight.

"I'm not gay, either. If you want to hear from someone that can attest to that, why don't you talk to your "bestfriend" Puck?" She growled. "Sam too. I don't know why I love Rachel, but I do. I have for three years, okay? I didn't want you guys to break up because of me, I didn't say those things for her to come running to me," she said firmly, tears in her eyes.

"Then why'd you do it?" He snarled. Quinn glared at him, her mascara dewing again.

"Because it's our senior year. I…I had to tell her. I couldn't keep it a secret anymore," she said, quiet still. Finn's anger flared again.

"Rachel will never be with you. Not now, not ever. So stay away from her," he warned. "Join the Troubletones, or quit glee club. Go back to the damn Cheerios for all I care. I don't give a damn. Just stay away from my girlfriend." He turned, storming away, fuming.

Quinn stood, hands and lips trembling, alone and surrounded by cold tile and weighted silence.

She collapsed to her knees, sobbing at the floor, wondering why it seemed to be a crime to love someone.

How does Kurt do it?

"I'm not on anyone's side here!" Kurt said, holding up his hands while his brother paced the floor. "I'm just trying to offer a different perspective.

"What kind of perspective?" Finn growled.

"That Rachel is a lot more upset about this than you are," he explained. "She just found out that someone's in love with her when she's obviously in love with you. Her entire world's been turned upside down and she has to consider this, how she feels. Because if she does feel something for Quinn she doesn't want to lead you on by staying with you. If you really care about her, Finn, you'll give her time."

The tall boy frowned, finally sitting down and looking at the floor. "Okay."

"And don't talk to Quinn," he warned. Finn's eyes fell. "IF you talk to her while you're like this you'll only make things worse." He remained silent. The countertenor's eyes grew, angry. "You didn't," he said. Still silence. "Damn it, Finn!" He growled, exasperated. He stood, shaking his head. "And I thought Rachel was selfish. You have to think about other people, Finn! You can't just bully her out of her feelings! It doesn't work that way!"

"I know," he said, ashamed. "I was upset and-"

"She's upset too, Finn. She bared her soul in front of all her friends and people she trusted, and that's what she gets for it. It's no wonder she dyed her hair and went insane," he sighed, heading for the door.

"Where are you going?" Finn asked. Kurt turned.

"To be a friend to someone that's all alone," he explained.