A/N: Just a quick shot of how Quinn's evil mind works. It actually makes me kind of sad. Please review!
Quinn POV
I thought everything was perfect. I thought everything was normal. I had the right guy on my arm. I was always taught that you have to be with the person who is right for you, the person fit. Not the badboy or the nerd, but the quarterback. It was a perfect fit, the 'it' couple. That was the way it was supposed to be. My mother was a woman of high status, from a good family, a clean reputation, and great popularity. My father came from a long line of good Christian bankers, he had connections everywhere. It was clear that he would end up in a high position of power. That was how it was supposed to be, with those kinds of perfect pairings. Rachel would end up with some Broadway director that would treat her like dirt, cheat on her with a new girl every night, and leave her alone with a baby while he partied. And she would be a struggling actress, devoted to the first director to ever say that she had a nice voice and give her a lead role. You see? People who are meant to be together. Finn and Rachel just weren't at the same level. He was destined to be a surburban guy, the kind with a nine-to-five job that would come home, kiss me on the cheek, say hello to the kids, and have the perfect American dream life. I was destined to start off as a real-estate agent, eventually giving that up to be a stay-at-home mom, so that I can teach my children the values I learned.
But no.
Once again, Finn couldn't take his eyes off that troll as she and my ex-boyfriend were defying the laws off nature. Well, maybe not. Sam is a complete dork. But he's cute, and has potential. He looks good on a girl's arm. Henceforth, defying the laws of nature.
But anyway, why couldn't Finn just get over her? He had a small lapse of confusion where he…experimented with someone lower than his status. Like a mid-life crisis. But he should have realized by now that we belong on top. It is our proper place, and that we were perfect for one another. Him and Rachel…yes, they loved one another, but it wasn't right. We are right.
So why does he look so…emotional over Man Hands moving on? I don't know what more I can do to help him. I have been doing my duty as his girlfriend: sticking by his side, showing him the right way, serving him properly. But it just isn't enough. What more can I do? I need to do something big, something really big, to get him to realize that we are meant to be.
This is what love is.