I DO NOT OWN GLEE.

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GLEE!

Santana had decided that the best place to wait for Rachel was lying across the hood of her car soaking up the last of the sun.

"So what's up with you and trouty mouth?"

"Hi Santana." Rachel greeted in reply.

"Seriously are you hitting that? He's a great kisser but I'm way into someone else now if you are interested."

"I'm not interested in Sam." She said firmly helping her off the hood. "He's not my type."

"You've dated Puckerman, Finnessa and St. Suckass. So far your type is male."

"I'm not interested in Sam." She repeated. "He's a nice guy but I think that despite what he says, he still likes Quinn. Or at least the Quinn who was nice to him."

"Doubt it." Santana snorted. "I'm pretty sure when his little thing with Quinn crashed and burned so did his feelings for her. And I can't believe I'm having this conversation, I can feel my lady balls being cut off already."

"Sam's a nice guy who's going through a hard time and he needs a friend. I can relate. That's all it is."

"Because you're still hopelessly in love with Frankenteen even though he has his head stuck up his ass." Santana guessed. "Whatever. How awesome was my duet with Lauren? Once you get past the whale blubber she's kind of bad ass."

"I think your selection of Super Bitch was inspired." She replied drily. "I have to go."

"Oh you're not going anyway." Santana winked. "Later Berry."

Her brows crinkled she tried to work out just what Santana meant when the shadow dropped over her making it all too clear.

"Are you dating Sam?"

"I don't see how that is any of your business." She reached down to unlock her car door, she was meant to be at Sean's in fifteen minutes.

"I care about you, I don't want you to get hurt."

"Then I wouldn't waste your time worrying. Sam has never done anything to hurt me, in fact the only person who has ever hurt me are you and your girlfriend. And funny the same two people hurt him."

"Well not to get all grade school on you but you hurt me first." Finn pointed out smiling crookedly.

"Actually you hurt me first. You hurt me when you chose your reputation over me, you hurt me when you laughed along when people called me names, you hurt me when you lied to my face, repeatedly. You hurt me when you ditched me for Santana and Brittany knowing how insecure I felt in comparison to them. You hurt me when you chose to be angry at me for feeling hurt by your liaison with Santana. You hurt me when you returned to Quinn knowing what she had done to you, you hurt me when you forgave her and not me. You hurt me each time you press your lips to hers and smile at her. You hurt me Finn. Not Sam, or any other boy that I spend time with." She fired off without taking a breath. "Leave me alone Finn, you should be good at that."

It felt good to slam the car door and pull out leaning harder on the gas than necessary. It was only when she slowed down at the turn off for her street did she remember that she was late to meet Sean.

"Well, well what time do we call this?"

"Sorry Sean, I was unexpectedly detained by he who shall not be named." Rachel apologised blitzing into the room and whipping off her coat.

"Yeah he mentioned that." Sean said nonchalantly his eyes leading her to Finn who was sprawled on the couch in the corner of the room waving. "You just missed his apology for not stopping by in a while, I made him grovel, it's too bad you were late."

"I was late because an inconsiderate jerk deemed himself King of knowing everything and practically demanded I let him know the intimacies of my private life, none of which has been his business since before Christmas."

"I've got your back Rach, I told him he was an ass-munch for that but I also told him you and Blonde Bieber are not doing the horizontal now or ever." He assured her. "We were just working up to him being an idiot when you arrived."

"By all means don't stop on my account." Rachel smirked. "Although I doubt you'll have much luck considering every other person in his life has already told him what a mistake he is making with his life and he hasn't cared yet. It seems you can forgive your first love anything and considering Quinn is his first love I'm come to seriously doubt everything we shared because I find it impossible for anyone to care about her and care about me. It is simply unfeasible but really it does make more sense that he never cared about me, how else could he treat me so poorly and so easily forgive Quinn for lying to him, belittling him, sleeping with his best friend and never apologising? Obviously his feelings for Quinn negate the fact that she is a sub-par person who will inevitably end up spending her years drinking away her sorrows with botched plastic surgery in a vain attempt to relive her youthful days when people gave a damn about her."

"Okay so you're not allowed to spend time alone with Santana anymore." Sean said slowly. "Your insults are getting far too accurate and biting."

"They're not insults, merely the truth." Rachel replied shrugging it off. "I'll leave you two alone, I'd hate to inflect my lowly loser presence on such a popular jock for longer than necessary and I'd rather not be on the receiving end of Quinn's latest paranoid rant if she finds out we were at the same place at the same time."

"Rachel-"

Finn was cut off by the loud slamming of the door, and Sean's laugh, actually it was mainly Sean's laugh.

"I told you so."

Finn glared at him, he never had enjoyed being laughed at, even when he deserved it.

"I really screwed things up." He groaned rubbing a hand over his face. "I've never seen her this pissed before."

"I have." Sean replied. "Several times actually and it was always because of you."

"That's not good."

"Actually I'd be more afraid if she wasn't so pissed off, at least this way you know she still cares." Sean paused. "That was meant to sound comforting."

Finn shot him a thumbs up, he appreciated the attempt.

"Give it to me straight because I think there are some things I've been missing." He asked grabbing a chair and pulling it close to Sean's bed.

"Well you screwed up and blamed Rachel when granted she also screwed up but you screwed up worse." Sean started. "No interrupting. First you lied, sure Rachel didn't tell you about Jesse but she did come clean pretty soon after you started dating and your lies don't cancel each other out. Next you let her find out from Santana. SANTANA! Do I actually need to tell you why that hurt? Why she was so pissed that out of everyone it was her? And then you get mad because she was upset? I wanted to kill you for that. You left her to walk home from the tree lot while she was bawling her eyes out. And this doesn't even include all the crap you pulled before that when you were supposed to be her supportive boyfriend."

"I'm beginning to regret asking you this." Finn groaned.

"I didn't even mention the fact that you did nothing when Santana told her no one liked her and shot her down all those times. If I remember correctly you on more than one occasion laughed and agreed."

"I'm a douchebag. I am a total douchebag."

"And that's the first correct conclusion you've come to in a while. So what are you going to do next?" Sean challenged.

Finn didn't answer, he knew the first thing he had to do, he sort of even knew the next two. He also knew he was likely to be mauled, maimed or murdered, maybe even all three.

GLEE!

Here's the dealio: RM is acting like GLEE is realistic by graduating the three characters most identified as the leads. Sure we all think Sue is funny but she isn't why we tune in and is sure as hell isn't for Mr Schue's rapping. The idea for a K/R spin-off has potential, but RM isn't even considering F because how often do HS r'ships really work out? In my experience few do but hey this is TV! In OTH, OC, DC, T70S, EW and Ros. All the best couples were from HS. So do us all a favour, keep FINCHEL alive since you invested pretty much the last two seasons in proving to the audience that they are soulmates. Also who gives a flying hoot about reality? This is FICTION and as such I want to see the NEW DIRECTIONS in college. If the Mighty Ducks can get HS scholarships and only ever win games when called the ducks then ND: The College Years is possible! In fact I demand it.