Beautiful Nightmare
A Glee Fan Fiction
Chapter 3

"We need to talk," He sighed as he made his way towards the blonde image of perfection who could part McKinley high students like the water molecules in the Red Sea. He sat down besides her in the library, where she could pretty much always be found studying, no matter when it was during the school day. He, on the other hand, was nothing like that. The couple couldn't consist of two more polar opposites.

"What about? Oh, god, please tell me you did not lose your job at the Olive Garden? Or worse...oh, please, please please don't tell me that you told your mother about what's happening," The bright eyed temptress prayed as she closed her eyes and pressed her perfectly manicured fingers to her temples.

"We never had sex," He said, pointing out the obvious. Of course, even though he'd whispered it, with his deep voice and the silence of the library, she was sure that at least five other people had heard his words.

"SHUSH!" She shushed him, looking around frantically while trying to keep her cool. "Yes, I understand that," She said slowly, taking a deep breath as she tried to relax. "But I already explained the whole ordeal with the hot tub, remember?" She prompted, a hopeful smile on her face that matched the encouragement of a tutor for a very dim student right before an exam. He hated it when she gave him that look.

"That's not possible. It's like..."He paused as he tried to remember exactly what it was the brunette that he had such strong feelings for had told him, but found himself drawing a blank. "Well, I can't remember the exact anatomy-"He began, but she cut him off with a sigh.

"Analogy?" She wondered, correcting him without any hesitation.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," He said in a rush. "But, anyways, it's not possible that I'm the father if we never had sex, because sperm don't swim. What, do they put on little floaties or something? No, it's impossible!" He shook his head. "Which means you cheated on me, and slept with somebody else when you made me wait. And now you want me to deal with the consequences so you don't come off looking worse than you already do," He said, smiling quite proudly with himself for coming up with this realization.

"So?" She asked, raising her perfectly plucked eyebrows. "What's this all about? Are you breaking up with me? Because nobody's going to believe you. You'll look like the ass who dumped his pregnant girlfriend," She smirked. "Or is this just revenge for how awful I've been treating you? Because I'm sorry about all that, but I'm under a lot of stress and my hormones are not helping matters, you know?" She sighed, softening up a little bit and smiling that dazzling smile at him. He shook his head. He wasn't allowing that smile to fool him anymore.

"You cheated on me," he pointed out. "I have a right to be angry for any reasons I'd like, and I have many reasons, actually." He said, a hardened expression on his face.

"You cheated on me with Rachel," She pointed out innocently as she stared at her nails, a bored smile on her face. It was clear that she thought she had him exactly where she wanted him. He was not going to allow her the satisfaction though. He wouldn't give her any more power over him.

"We kissed. We didn't sleep together. I'm not having a kid with her. And I stopped everything as soon as it happened, because I just want to be with you. But not anymore. Because you cheated and you're-"he began to rant, but he was cut off, as always when it came to her. She thought she was always right. She liked to have all the control. That was probably why she chose him as her boyfriend and him to be the father, despite what DNA may argue.

"Cheating is cheating, no matter what actually happened. You cheated, just the same as I did. I didn't get angry, so I don't understand why you are," She shrugged.

"Nobody said I was angry!" He snapped at her. He was slowly getting angry, but that was because he was now being accused of being angry. He hated it when she did stuff like that. "I'm not angry. I just want to understand what's going on. I just...I don't want to look like an idiot when the truth comes out, because it will eventually," He told her.

"What do you want to know?" She relented at last. He sighed in relief as he took a deep breath. She raised her eyebrows as if to tell him that she was waiting. She was always impatient.

"I just want to know who you cheated on me with, and why," He glared at her.

"Finn," She sighed, shaking her head. "You're such a sweet guy," She smiled at him. "That's only going to ever come back and bite you right in the ass, of course," She shrugged. "But, it's still a nice feature to have," She assured him.

"Quit stalling. Who did you cheat on me with? And why did you need to go somewhere else to get what I was offering you constantly? Come on, Quinn...wasn't I good enough for you?" He asked, even though he honestly didn't care the reason. He just wanted a reason if he was right about who the real father was.

"You wanna know who the father is?" Quinn sighed. "Fine," She smirked at him and leaned in close. She was sure this would bug him, especially with who his lover's new boyfriend was. "It's Puck," She hissed before gathering her things and walking away, leaving him alone in the one place he never thought he'd actually be sitting in, no matter what the circumstances were. These circumstances only made it all weirder for him.

"Why is it always Puck?" He growled as he tried to figure out what made Puck so special that he always got the girls that Finn wanted for himself. "What does he have that I don't?" He wondered. Only one answer came to mind though.

Rachel Berry