A/N: So last chapter was basically a run down of the past five episodes and my ideas for the sixth. Now here comes the idea that I had today that I couldn't stop thinking about.
Disclaimer: Still don't own Glee.
There's a week long spring break after Regionals, and he has to spend it with his mom and Burt and Kurt, and he loves them and all, but he'd really rather just be with Rachel. Or at least be able to call her, which he can't because he's camping. He knows they need to talk about where they stand and stuff, especially since they hadn't gotten to after the competition. Even when they snuck a chance Rachel had been really quiet which was not like her, but it was okay because he got to be with her.
They got back real late on Sunday night, and he rushed up to his room to grab his cell and call her. He tapped his fingers impatiently on his knee as the phone rang, but she didn't pick up. He was disappointed, but it was late and Rachel loved her beauty rest. So he hopped in bed and fell asleep and for the first time in a long time he was able to get a peaceful night of sleep.
He walked into school the next day with this huge smile on his face. He's making his way to Rachel's locker and then he's there but she's not, because that can't be Rachel, because Rachel doesn't wear dark skinny jeans and Santana-like jackets and boots that hug her calves. But then this girl turns and it's so Rachel and she looks hot but she doesn't look like herself. He starts over to her and is standing in front of her and she looks up and her smile falters ever so slightly, and before he can say anything some beach blond stud who looks real familiar is wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her right at that spot she always liked, the one behind her ear where her earlobe and head meet. His heart drops a thousand stories when she swivels and pecks him on the mouth. When did this happen? When did she finally move on from him? And why, why didn't she say something?
She looks back at him and bites her lip before introducing the guy as Ben, and the name and face click. The guy's on the swim team, and he looks it too, with that hair, those eyes, and probably his abs as well. She's whispering into his ear that she'll catch up with him later, she just has to talk to him for a minute. He watches in utter despair as they share a loving kiss before Ben is giving him a friendly pat on the back and she's left facing him and him her. She starts babbling before he can even open his mouth, and God how he missed her doing that, but it didn't matter anymore because he was wrong. He had thought she still loved him, and he was wrong.
He held up a hand to stop her tirade, and she immediately fell silent, watching him with wide eyes. He licks his lips nervously and asks when. She looks hesitant and he thinks she won't respond but she's saying that he asked her out right after they performed Sing. His eyes closed as he brokenly asks when she had planned on telling him. He heard her suck in a breath to speak but he was so upset his eyes fly open and he punches the lockers next to her. She jumps, and she looks scared, and he wishes he wasn't the one to make her look like that. He wishes no one would ever make her look like that. Suddenly everything is pouring out of his mouth in his typical word vomit and he's saying something about how he can't take it anymore and how he just can't deal with her breaking his heart all the time, and now she's yelling about how it wasn't his business who she dated and that it had seemed he had made it perfectly clear he didn't love her anymore and—
He suddenly crumpled, and she stopped mid sentence, a look of concern spreading across her features. He asks her if she really believed for one second that he ever stopped loving her, because he had always loved her and he always would love her. He turned away, feeling more dejected then ever. He pauses, then a second later turns back to her and asks if she's happy. He needs her to be happy. No matter what, that's what matters most. She hesitates, and then nods. He nods too, then whispers, "Stay happy, Rach." And then she's left standing by her locker, wearing the most confused and hopeless look ever seen.
