A\N: I'm back! Yay! Okay, kidding. Sorry if I haven't answered to your kind reviews, but as per usual, my week's been very busy. So, here's a new, shining update.
Enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: Don't own.


Hey hey, few things that I wanna say,
Still got my dignity
No one'll love you like me
And she's prettier than I'll ever be
Got yourself a beauty queen, yeah
But there's one thing I gotta say
She can fuck you good, but I can fuck you better
Neon Hitch, Fuck U Betta

During the first week, he thinks, screw her, I can do this.
And he parties, fucks, drinks and loses his mind.
Then, when the second week arrives, he closes himself up in his room and destroys everything.
He can't do it.
But he's not going to beg her to have sex with him, hell no. And second, he loathes Kurt, so trying to break up him and Blaine was a pleasure. But he doesn't loathe Brittany, and he has no reason to hurt her.
But then, Brittany and Santana enter in the Lima Bean while he's there, and his first instinct is to go there and ask Santana what the hell does she think she's doing, because she knows perfectly well that he practically lives in the place, and she's practically flaunting in his face her happily-ever-after relationship.
Then he hears her saying I love you. And then they're kissing, and he wants to throw up everything he's eaten that morning.
He puts some money on his table and leaves in a hurry.
But he can't help himself and steals one last look at the happy couple.
They're still kissing, but Santana's eyes are open, and he thinks, you can be as happy as you want with her, but she doesn't make you feel the things I did. She doesn't get to see you writhing and begging- and Santana, you can say whatever you want, because yes, she's pretty, and sweet, and innocent, but she'll never fuck you as good as me.
It hurts though.


Kudos to who's reviewed, you're amazing, and I'll answer to each one of you. Thanks for still reading this story!
Next chapter will be kind of... happier.