Thank Goodness

That's why I couldn't be happier

No, I couldn't be happier

Though it is, I admit the tiniest bit unlike I anticipated.

But I couldn't be happier, simply couldn't be happier

Well - not "simply":

'Cause getting your dream

It's strange, but it seems a little - well – complicated.

There's a kind of a sort of… cost.

There's a couple of things get… lost.

There are bridges you cross you didn't know you crossed until you've crossed.

And if that joy, that thrill doesn't thrill you like you think it will

Still -

With this perfect finale, the cheers and ballyhoo

Who wouldn't be happier?

So I couldn't be happier

Because happy is what happens when all your dreams come true!

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We won.

Yes!

We came together in the midst of disaster, worked as a team and put on a great show!

There's nothing like the sweet taste of VICTORY! Especially when your opponents cheated! Oh yeah, there's nothing like beating some cheaters. Well, I know Coach Sylvester told them to cheat, but they didn't actually have to do it, right? Ha, a school for the deaf and a reformatory school cheating on a showchoir competition? Seriously?

Anyway, I couldn't be happier. I'm finally part of something that doesn't completely suck. And what better way to celebrate then to lie in my room and listen to the word's best feel-good musical? Everything is perfect.

Well, not everything…

Last week, Mercedes told us that Finn isn't Quinn's baby-daddy, it's Puck.

Immediate reaction – Oh my god, I have to tell Finn, it'll break them up instantly!

But something, something way back in my head told me that wasn't the best idea.

"What?" you ask? "But he'll be yours in a heartbeat!"

Ha. As much as I'd like to say that's true, it's not.

It would kill our chance at Sectionals. How were we supposed to perform if everyone was mad at each other? Practically impossible. Does that make me selfish? Am I a horrible person because I thought of winning before Finn's feelings? It's not that I don't care about him, because I do, dammit, I care about him so much. But he cares about Glee club too. We all do. I wanted to have sectionals be a good experience. Well, it's not like it matters. Rachel told him and all hell broke loose anyway. It all worked out though, thanks to none other than Finn and his classic rock genius.

How he and Quinn are no longer the "it" couple…

Hmm…

See, this is when I get bombarded with images and fantasies of him crying on my shoulder and then I gently pick up his chin and wipe his tears with my thumb and he smiles at me and I smile back and we laugh and then I lean in slowly and kiss him and he tastes like Sour Patch Kids and smells like laundry detergent and firewood and then he kisses me back and I wrap my arms around his neck and he pulls me closer and runs his hand through my hair and…

*Sigh*

You see what I do to myself? This isn't healthy. I can't go on like this. I need to find someone else to fall hopelessly in love with, someone who will be able to return my feelings… ha, likely story in this cow town.

But I can't focus on the negative. We won, and that's all that matters, right?

I apologize for my absence! I had to get through the holidays and midterm week. Hope you enjoyed this! This one goes along with Sectionals. I'll write a few filler ones in between now and April 13th (my 14th birthday and Glee comes back!) but then I'll go back to one per episode. I would LOVE it if you reviewed this! I'd appreciate some suggestions too :)

P.S. I'm about to start a new story about my ideal Back Nine. It's basically all canon ships (Wemma, Fichel, Quick, Artina, Brittana), some new characters (Don't worry, I checked them and they are Sue-free!) a Kurt love interest (squee!) and plus some of the things we already know will happen in the Back Nine (Idina, Groff!). So keep a look out for that!

Love you all, Marina :)