Finn and Quinn's inevitable break up. Let the drama commence! *fanfare plays out of nowhere*

I wish I owned Glee but, unfortunatly, I don't. *sigh*

Can't Fight This Feeling Part Six – Be a Man and Tell the Truth

I had to tell Quinn. I promised I would tell the truth and stop being such a coward. But I was terrified, which I guess that kind of made me a coward. Once I told Quinn, telling everyone else would seem totally easy. It was her who I was the most worried about. I mean, she was having my baby, for God's sake, and here I was breaking up with her. Breaking up with her so I could go out with Kurt Hummel. It would have been bad enough it I was dumping her for another girl, but it just seemed like even more of a slap in the face to be leaving her for Kurt.

But it was a toss up between breaking up with her and having her hate me forever and staying with her and having Kurt hate me forever, and I just couldn't handle the idea of Kurt hating me. I couldn't even begin to imagine living without him. Breaking up with Quinn was going to be real painful and difficult, but it would all be totally worth it. It was going to make Kurt happy, and I'd feel way less guilty about lying and stuff.

Quinn was still staying at my place after her parent kicked her out, which did not help at all with how awkward this whole 'breaking-up-with-her-for-a-guy' thing was. But I couldn't keep doing this. I couldn't keep lying to her. I knew it every time I looked at her that I didn't love her anymore, at least not like I used to. I mean, I still loved her and cared about her and everything, but I wasn't in love with her, if that made any sense. I felt like the biggest jerk in the world, but Kurt was right – lying to her and cheating on her was way worse. I had to tell the truth, for everyone's sake.

It was a Saturday, my Mom wasn't home and Quinn was sitting on the coach watching TV. Her hand was resting on her baby bump, and she had that really nice glow that all pregnant women seem to have. She looked really pretty... but I didn't feel anything for her other than friendship and maybe like, protectiveness or something, due to the fact that she was having my daughter and all. But still, she wasn't Kurt. Damn, I felt like a total bastard just thinking that.

She noticed me standing uncomfortably in the doorway and smiled at me.

"Are you going to sit down, or are you just going to stand there gawking at me?" she asked with a smirk.

I walked slowly over to the couch and sat down next to her. I seriously felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest, Alien-style, because I was so nervous.

"What's the matter, Finn?" Quinn asked with concern that made my stomach knot. "You seem really tense. What's wrong?"

Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God! Okay, I could do this. Just... take a deep breath.

"Erm... there's something I... err... I have to tell you," I somehow managed to say.

"What?" she said anxiously, switching off the TV. "Finn, what is it?"

"I... erm..." Just say it already! "Quinn, I'm... I'm breaking up with you."

I stared at my hands, my insides feeling like they were trapped in a vice. I couldn't look at her. The painful silence seemed to go on forever.

"You're... breaking up with me?" she said really quietly.

All I could do was nod. Words totally failed me, especially since I could hear all the hurt in her voice. She went quiet again, the silence absolutely killing me.

Then she said "Is there someone else?"

I nodded. "Y-yeah."

"Is it Rachel?" she said, her voice suddenly going from quiet and sad to ice cold.

That seriously caught me off guard and I looked up at her really suddenly. She was full on death-glaring me, which was scary as hell.

"What – no!" I spluttered.

"It is, isn't it?" she said angrily, standing up and glaring at me some more. "Oh my God, I can't believe this! I can't believe you're dumping me for Rachel freaking Berry!"

"No, Quinn, I..."

"I should have known this would happen!" she shouted, ignoring my attempts to explain myself. "She's all over you like a freaking rash! And I've seen the way you check her out when you think I can't see you! I just never thought you would ever stoop so low as to dump me for her! I'm having your baby, for God's sake, you heartless bastard!"

"Quinn, would you just listen to me?!" I yelled, frustrated. "Let me explain!"

"What is there to explain?" she argued back. "You're ditching me and your unborn child for that stuck up bitch, I get it!"

"No!" I cried. Holy crap, this was giving me a headache. "Listen to me, Quinn. I am not dumping you for Rachel!"

"Well then, who is this girl that's more important than me and your baby, huh?" she said, sneering at me.

"I never said he was more important than the baby..." I whispered without really thinking.

Quinn stood there, staring at me for a second, before saying "He?"

I went to stare at my hands again, but I could still feel her eyes burning into me. I knew this was going to be real difficult, but nothing could have prepared me for this sinking feeling.

"It's not Rachel I'm breaking up with you for," I said quietly. "It's... oh God... it's... Kurt."

I risked a look at her then. She was no longer glaring at me. Instead, her eyes had gone really wide. She very slowly say back down, her mouth open a little with shock.

"...Kurt?" she said, so quietly that I could just about hear her. "You're... wait a minute, you're... dumping me for... for Kurt Hummel?"

I nodded slowly. "I'm so sorry."

She shut her eyes, and a tear rolled down her cheek. Oh no, I really didn't want to see her cry.

"Oh, you're s-sorry?" she said sarcastically, wiping her tears away. "You t-tell me that you're leaving me f-for a... a boy, but you said y-your sorry so, obviously, that m-makes it all better."

She seemed to give up on wiping her tears away then and just cried. I really had no idea what to say. What was I supposed to say to that?

"A-am I really that repulsive, that... that ugly, that y-you'd rather be with a-another guy?" she whispered through her tears.

"No," I said as gently as I could. "You're not ugly, Quinn. You haven't done anything wrong."

"Of course I have," she sobbed. "I've t-turned you gay. I'm a... I'm a Gay-Maker!"

"No, you're not," I said. "You didn't do anything. It's not you, it's..."

I didn't dare finish that sentence. Not that I really needed to.

"'It's not you, it's me?!'" she scoffed. "Are you serious? You're really going to use that line on me right now?"

"I didn't... I mean, it wasn't meant to come out sounding so... lame," I said, blushing a little. "But it's true. This is all me. You really haven't done anything wrong here. You shouldn't blame yourself for this."

"How can I not?" she said. "How can I not blame myself when you tell me that you're gay?"

I frowned. "I'm not gay. Not really, anyway."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right."

"No, seriously," I said. "I'm not gay. I don't really like guys, just... Kurt. In fact, I... I love him."

It felt so weird admitting that to someone. Quinn's eyes started to well up with fresh tears.

"But I don't want you to think that I don't still love you," I said quickly. "Because I do! I really care about you. And the baby. When I said I was breaking up with you, I didn't mean that I was like, leaving you."

"What?" she whispered.

I took hold of both her hands and looked right into her eyes. I wanted her to know that I was being totally serious.

"Just because we're not together anymore, doesn't mean I'm not still going to be there for you," I said. "I'm always going to be there for you, because you and the baby mean he world to me. I'm not like, abandoning you or anything. I'm still going to take care of you and help pay for your doctor's appointments and stuff. I promise."

"You really mean that?" she said as more tears poured down her cheeks.

"Of course," I said. "I just couldn't keep on lying, I felt like such a jerk. I was leading you on, and I was really upsetting Kurt. He thought that I was ashamed of him or something, which I'm really not. I felt so bad, so guilty, hurting the both of you – the two most important people in my life. I'll understand if you hate me. What I've done to you is... awful."

Suddenly, Quinn smiled at me.

"I don't hate you," she said. "I mean, I did... earlier, but after everything you said... I don't hate you."

"Really?" That couldn't be right.

She nodded, still smiling at me, and gave my hands a squeeze.

"I'm not saying that I'm happy about this," she said. "Because I am defiantly not, obviously. You're breaking up with me. For a guy, no less. No girl wants to hear that. And I'm probably going t be known as the Gay-Maker for the rest of my life on top of everything else. But, to know that you're still going to be there and take care of me – me and the baby – kind of makes it impossible for me to hate you."

I grinned at that. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe that she didn't totally hate my guts.

"To be honest," she said, grinning back at me. "I'm actually a little relieved."

"Relieved?" I said.

"Yeah," she said, letting go of one of my hands to wipe her tears from her face. "I kind of like Kurt. If it had been Rachel, I'm wouldn't have been quite so forgiving."

All I could do was laugh. She forgave me! And she didn't hate me! I just couldn't believe it. Telling her the truth had turned out better than I had expected, and if I was able to fess up to her, my pregnant girlfriend (well, ex-girlfriend now), then telling everybody else would be a piece of cake. At least, I hoped it would. I was still really scared. I wasn't even entirely sure how I should go about telling people. I was so freaked out by it that I ended up voicing all this to Quinn.

"Don't worry, Finn," she said surprisingly. "I'll help you."

This was like, totally unreal. Things could only get better from here. Couldn't they?

It only seemed fair to make Quinn kind of accepting of Finn and Kurt. Only kind of, but yeah.
Don't hate me for making it seem all lovely and stuff. No need to fret, proper conflicts will happen eventually.

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