LullaLies
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Sam looked into the mirror. He saw a young man looking back at him, with bleached blonde hair, blue eyes, and an incredibly large mouth. Sam sighed. Am I not good enough for her? He thought to himself pathetically. "It's only because Finn is the Quarterback," he said out loud to himself, his voice echoing in the hollow bathroom. "He's not that great. Quinn will see who the better man really is". He took the picture he kept in his wallet of her out, and held it in the light. "I love you, Quinn Fabray"
Meanwhile, Finn appeared at Sam's girlfriend's doorstep. He rang the doorbell, and a moment later Quinn appeared at the door, and gave him a quizzical look, "Finn?"
"Quinn, I love you. I want to be with you. I can't do this any-"
"What are you doing here? You should go, Finn."
"Listen to me," Finn placed a hand on Quinn's shoulder. "You have to tell me if you love me right now. I need to know. If you don't, it's…it's cool. But if you do…we can really be something, Quinn, the two of us, together."
Quinn swallowed hard, "I…think I love…I just don't know right now, Finn. I told you to give me time to think about this."
"You shouldn't need time to think about it, Quinn. You just have to feel it." Finn looked sincere as he gave a half-hearted smile, hoping for the best.
"Well…You know Sam and I have been together for a while, now. It's not that I don't have feelings for you, because I honestly do. It's just I really don't want to hurt Sam right now."
"And that's how you feel? That's what your heart is telling you now? Sam is the guy for you?"
Quinn nodded in response, holding back tears.
Finn looked at his shoes. "Yeah, I understand. Totally. Sam's a good guy. I get it." He began to start walking away, but then he stopped mid in his tracks and looked back to the girl he was ready to pour his heart too; who he loved. He took one step closer to her and gently kissed her on the cheek.
"I'll always love you," he whispered.
Rachel was going to be a star someday, no matter what. At least this is what she told herself every morning when she woke up. "Rachel Berry, you will have everyone at McKinley dyeing for your autograph someday!" And then she would start her morning routine.
Lately, however, Rachel had been down in the dumps. She would compliment herself, like always, but the fire wasn't burning like it had been ever since Finn dumped her before Christmas. She sighed to herself…
He was there, lying on her bed- gorgeous. This will show him how it feels… Rachel had thought as she lied next to him making herself seem as rebellious as possible. Then she did it- they kissed. It wasn't until Puck had backed out that she realized exactly what she had done. This small romantic exchange between her and Puck sent her and Finns whole entire relationship down the drain. Even though she regretted this one moment more than almost anything- she somehow knew maybe Finn and her weren't meant to be. He told her bluntly, that there were no fireworks between them. Knowing that maybe their whole relationship was a waste made Rachel feel uneasy. She really loved Finn but maybe he just had been pretending to feel the same way. He loved Quinn now. Even though Rachel didn't like the idea of Finn and Quinn being together she couldn't help but wanting them both to be happy. Scratch that. If Finn and Quinn got together…all hell would break loose.
So here she sat now, alone in the auditorium. Pitying herself and trying to figure out a song for the new glee club assignment. But she couldn't think straight-even though she would never admit it, she kept getting a little flat on the last note of the new song she was trying to perfect.
"You're a little flat," a voice made her turn around. She was expecting to see Finn, standing there ready to take her back with open arms. But it wasn't. With shock she could only utter out one word.
"Jesse?"
Santana gave Brittany a dirty look. "But he's in a freaking wheel chair. I'm bored and he totally wouldn't find out."
"Santana. I love Artie," Brittany was laying on her bed looking dully at her ceiling as Santana lay next to her.
"That never stopped you before," Santana reminded her. "No matter who you were dating at the time, you would never hesitate taking off your uniform for me."
Brittany shook her head, "But Artie's special. Plus his legs don't work. That wouldn't just be cheating on my boyfriend. That would be cheating on a cripple. Isn't that illegal?"
"You're so dense." Santana go off the bed and walked out of the room, "I'm out of here!" She called from out of sight. Brittany just sat there, alone.
"I wonder if Artie ties his own shoes."
Santana got into her car and put on the radio, singing along with whatever song was playing, but really had her mind on herself. How no one wanted her now. She was, in her own opinion, the best looking girl at McKinley, so why didn't anyone want her? She thought about this for a long while as she drove along. There was only one option. Now it was proven that Finn and Quinn were fooling around. This left Sam sad and lonely and only Santana knew how to pick up the pieces. She smiled menacingly to herself as she created her new scheme.
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