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RachelPOV

I held my head high on my way to Glee club. My confidence was restored, and my diva-off turned fun duet with Mercedes showed me that I really did have great friends behind me. I couldn't help but noticed the weird way Quinn was looking at me, even though it was hard to tell I figured it must have been in an offensive way. Finn seemed a little confused, but Finn was always confused. I smiled to myself. Here I was, insulting the boy who broke my heart, and it felt great. Like it was finally my turn to move on. It was my time to shine again, and that was precisely what I was going to-

"Feeling thirsty?"

My face was attacked by cold blue slush just as I entered the choir room hallway. I stood there, shivering, blue, and absolutely humiliated. For some reason, that slushie hurt more than all the others. There was nothing special about it, it was just Azimio being an idiot, but it was just so...anticlimactic. I had built up my self-esteem, finally, only to have that one cup of ice, food coloring, and empty calories ruin it again. I was a loser. And I would always be a loser. No wonder Finn never felt anything.

He never felt anything. The brutal reminder of his words in the nurse's office hit me like a whip. All of it was a lie. He never cared. Anger bubbled through me, warming up my shaking body. I was done with this. Finn took advantage of me for nearly two years, he wasn't going to hurt me anymore. I was officially letting Finn Hudson go. Him, and everyone else in the world, sucked. They all were just awful. What did I ever do to them? Were they all just that mean? Were that many mean people in the world?

I turned on my heel, nearly slipping on the slush adorning the floor, and stormed into the girl's bathroom. I combed out my hair, cleaned myself off, and changed into the extra clothes I had in my locker. Right now, I didn't care about anything. I was just angry. Not the same kind of anger I usually felt, this was raw anger, without the pain. A small, evil smile played on my lips. Because with that anger, I was going to do what I did best. Sing.

FinnPOV

Rachel came into the choir room ten minutes late for Glee rehearsal. That wasn't like her.

"Hey, Rachel, we were getting con-" Mr. Schue started cheerfully.

"Slushie, Azimio, end of story," Rachel explained before sitting down next to Mercedes. She was not happy. I had never seen her this mad before.

"Okay..." Mr. Schuester continued, looking just about as confused as I was. "Anyway, this weeks theme is emotions."

I saw Rachel bite her lip to keep from laughing. Mercedes looked frightened.

"I want all of you..." Mr. Schue paused. "Everyone in this room, to choose an emotion that they're feeling and express it through song. Or any artistic form," he added, seeing Mike's scared look.

Well, this kind of sucked for me. I didn't really know what I felt right now. I still wanted Quinn, but I couldn't sing about that in front of Rachel. And Quinn clearly didn't want me, which sucked. I don't know, what was something I felt. I guess I had all week to figure it out.

Mercedes and Rachel were talking eagerly. They had gotten closer after their duet together, and realized how good they sounded together. Mercedes was pretty chill, so she was probably just going to go with Rachel's emotion and help her out. Maybe that was what I should do...but I couldn't work with Sam, or Puck. Puck and I had made nice, but I still didn't want to do that. Santana maybe? She wasn't very emotional either, we could work something out.

Mercedes POV

"Look Rach, I know it would seem petty..." I paused to gauge her reaction. "But maybe you and Sam should sing together."

Rachel looked at me, taken aback. "Do you think he would even want to?"

I shrugged. "No way to find out unless you ask. He's a better singer than Finn-Even you have to admit that," I cut off her protests. "Look at you. You're our Broadway star, you're amazing, and you have nothing if not self-confidence. You can't seriously be afraid to even ask him."

Rachel sat up straighter and pushed her hair out of her face. "You're right. But if he says no..."

"Then you're going to stand up and deliver one hell of a song to the club all by yourself, just like you've done time and time again," I told her. "C'mon babe, we gotta go."

Rachel smiled slyly. "Yeah, just give me a minute." She ran to catch up with Sam. All I heard was, "So, I know how this is going to sound..."

Gasp! Samchel alert! Will he say yes? Will he say no? I haven't really decided yet, to be completely honest. Do you guys want him to say yes/no? Reviews are highly appreciated, of course.