A/N: Short chapter, but I didn't have much to work with. Also, I am officially on hiatus after this chapter. Obviously, I'll come back at some point, but for now, I really need a break. For more information, please refer to my profile. Thank you and enjoy.

Yes/No

Quinn started humming to herself as she strode through the hallway. Love had been in the air all week with Sam trying to win Mercedes back (Quinn was still unsure about how she felt about that…), Mr. Schue proposing to Ms. Pillsbury (It had been so romantic!), etc. She was in a wonderful mood, despite not having a love of her own at the moment. Knowing that she and Finn would be together again one day, when the time was right, was oddly enough for her.

"Hey Rachel," she greeted the brunette, who was walking toward her. "Where are you headed?"

Quinn and Rachel were sort of friends now, which was still (admittedly) a little weird for her.

"Hey Quinn," came the answer. "I'm on my way to the auditorium. Finn asked me to meet him there."

The blonde raised an eyebrow upon hearing her response. Finn had asked her to meet him at the auditorium. What for? Quinn shook the question from her mind. It was none of her business.

"Okay, well, say hi to Finn for me," she told her before walking past.

For some reason, with every step that Quinn took, the feeling of dread stirring in the pit of her stomach grew stronger. There was something she was supposed to remember here, but what? She recalled her earlier conversation with Santana and Brittany.

"I was at the mall with Lord Tubbington and I saw Finn buying a ring," Brittany whispered, even though Santana and Quinn were the only ones in the room.

"Oh God," Santana commented, sticking her finger into her mouth and pretending to vomit. "I hope he's not planning on proposing to Berry."

She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at her two best friends.

"Seriously, you guys, I shudder at the thought," she continued.

Quinn laughed, not having believed Brittany for a minute.

"There's no way Finn's proposing to Rachel, okay?" the blonde insisted, her mind going back to the other night.

"Who else would he buy a ring for?" Santana scoffed and Brittany nodded beside her, echoing her question.

"I don't know," Quinn admitted, doubt starting to grow within her. "Are you sure it was even Finn, Britt?"

"Of course I'm sure," Brittany snapped, a little offended by Quinn's question. "I'm sure I sa-" She cut herself off when Santana sent her a look. "You know what? You're right. On second thought, it could have been anyone. He was just super tall, so I assumed it was Finn."

She hadn't thought much about their conversation at the time, but now…Quinn stopped in her tracks and turned around, looking in the direction of the auditorium. She kept staring in that direction until Rachel turned the corner. Had Brittany really seen Finn buy a ring? The blonde felt slightly panicked, but even more so, she felt hurt. After all that talk about them finding their way back to each other when the time was right…He wouldn't propose to Rachel after all that, would he? That would be so, so unbelievably…cruel. She took a deep breath and headed for the auditorium herself. There was only one way to find out.

With every step she took, she started to feel more and more guilty. What was she doing? How could she have so little faith in them? Of course Finn wasn't going to propose to Rachel. They were in high school for crying out loud! Quinn kept her hand on the door handle, making no move to slip into the auditorium just yet. Finn and her were going to end up together. He'd almost promised her that the other night. They were in high school. Both reasons were enough for her to trust in them again. She removed her hand from the door and turned around, planning to go back the way she came.

Surprisingly, she found Puck standing there before her.

"Saving yourself the heartache, Fabray?" he questioned, sincere concern in his eyes. "You should have gotten out when I did. You're in over your head, you know."

Quinn raised an eyebrow at him as she brushed past.

"What are you talking about, Puck?" she said, picking up her pace, mostly because she was afraid of what Puck was about to tell her.

She felt him grab her by the shoulders, turning her around and giving her a good shake.

"He's in there proposing to her and she's in there accepting his proposal," he got straight to the point. "Brittany saw what she saw. You're so deep in denial right now, Fabray."

She wriggled out of his grasp, her eyes starting to fill with tears.

"I'm not in denial about anything, Puck," she hissed. "The three of you are just over thinking things. We're in high school. He's not going to propose to her. That's ridiculous!"

Puck sighed, grabbing her forcefully by the wrist.

"You're going to thank me for this one day, Quinn," he muttered under his breath, dragging her back toward the auditorium.

She didn't protest, mostly because she was ready to prove Puck wrong. Finn wouldn't do something like that to her, at the very least, not without giving her a heads up. When Finn started talking about his dad, Quinn turned her head to look at Puck. See? He just wants to talk to her about his dad. He's not proposing. Puck returned her gaze when Rachel seated herself on the stool up on stage. Just watch, Fabray.

With every word that left Finn's mouth and reached her ears, Quinn's smile faltered, disappeared, and then suddenly, she was frowning. Her heart beat faster with his every word. She could hear every deafening pulse in her ears. At some point, Puck took her hand to let her know that he was there for her, that she would still have him, Santana, and Brittany at the end of the day. When Finn presented the black velvet box to Rachel, there was no room left for Quinn to deny the truth. She felt sick, absolutely sick and her vision began to blur as hot tears filled her eyes once more. She didn't wait to hear Rachel's answer and neither did Puck.

You make me wanna die
I'll never be good enough
You make me wanna die
And everything you love
Will burn up in the light