Day (22)
i needed to hear you say, that i love you
"…It's over," Finn said, leaning back in his chair and watching Puck finish off his first beer and Mike take a sip of his.
"What's over?" Puck asked, slamming the glass against the table so hard it trembled.
"Me and Quinn," Finn answered. "We're done,"
"When did you guys ever start?" Mike questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"We didn't, but the thing is we could've," Finn sighed in response.
"Okay," Puck said, putting his elbows on the table and leaning forward. "Tell us what happened, Finnessa."
"Alright, you ready?" Puck and Mike both nodded.
Finn remembered how it all went down. They'd been riding the elevator, just the two of them. "How was your weekend, Quinn?" He'd asked. She'd smiled and said: "Great,"
"Can you believe that?" Finn asked after he'd recalled that to his friends.
"Okay," Mike said. "I'm confused."
"What the fuck did the bitch do?" Puck inquired as he attempted to flag down the waitress.
"First off, she isn't a bitch," Finn replied, pushing his own beer away, which Puck eagerly took. "And she said her weekend was great, with emphasis. That means she was having sex, right?"
"The fuck?" Puck mumbled, his mouth full of beer. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"She's not interested!" Finn said, irritated. He slammed his fist against the table and cringed when pain shot through his hand.
"Did she say 'hey' instead of 'hi'?" Mike asked. "Because Santana Lopez always says hey and she's a lesbian,"
"Santana Lopez is not a lesbian!" Puck interrupted. "She's totally into me!"
"Oh yeah?" Mike laughed. "Then how come I saw her and that new blonde girl Brittany Pierce doing it on top of the copy machine, while it was on?"
Puck paused and took another sip. He swallowed loudly. "…You don't happen to have the copies, do you?"
Mike groaned.
Finn ignored his friends and kept talking. "I gave her plenty of chances to make a move," He explained. "I told her that her new jeans made her look cute. I played her favorite song by The Smiths on my computer while she was walking by. I offered to make copies for her!" Finn paused. "Though now I wish I hadn't since apparently Brittany and Santana fucked on it…" He shuddered.
"Why don't you make the move then, genius?" Mike posed.
Finn scoffed. "Don't be stupid, Mike."
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