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Chapter 6: An Order of Congratulations, With A Little Jealously On The Side

All of a sudden the lights switched on, and all of their friends were standing there, with a banner that said Congratulations! above them.

"Congratulations!" they all screamed at once, the room erupting in applause. Rachel leaned into Finn as he tightened his hold on her, both of them laughing and smiling.

"Did you set all of this up?" Rachel asked, looking up at Finn, her eyes sparkling with tears.

"Sorry I couldn't tell you where we were going, it had to be a surprise," Finn replied, kissing her on her forehead.

"Oh c'mon you two, you have your entire lives to kiss and gaze at each other. Come over here so we can properly congratulate you!" Puck said, causing the room to erupt in applause and screams again. Rachel giggled as she broke away from Finn, taking his hand and leading him towards their friends.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS HAPPENED OH MY GOD CONGRATULATIONS!" exclaimed Kurt, the first to throw his arms over both Finn and Rachel. "My best friend and my brother, ENGAGED! Please let me plan your wedding, please!"

"You know he won't give up until you say yes," Blaine said as he laughed, stepping forward to give Rachel and Finn a hug. "Congratulations you guys, I knew you were meant to be. Let me know if I can do anything to help with the planning, that is, if Kurt will let me anywhere near the wedding plans." Kurt rolled his eyes but smiled when Blaine snuck a kiss on his cheek.

"I'm just really excited for you guys...and I've been dreaming about planning your wedding since you first got together," Kurt confessed, taking hold of Rachel's hands. "It's going to be PERFECT."

"Haha, I love you Kurt. It would be an honor if you, and Blaine, if he so chooses, helped us plan the wedding," Rachel said, hugging Kurt again.

"Yeah man, we can't do this without you, either of you," Finn continued, putting a hand on Blaine's shoulder and shaking his hand, though Kurt quickly stole him away in a quick embrace.

Off in the corner stood Sam and Quinn, and Quinn was watching the scene unfold with her arms crossed and a pissed off look on her face. Sam slipped his arm around her waist, and she leaned into him slightly.

Are you okay?" Sam asked.

"Of course I am," she said coldly, her arms still crossed. "Come on, we should go congratulate the 'happy couple'."

She started to head towards them, and noticed Puck walking towards her. He stepped in front of her, a serious look on his face,

"We need to talk."

"Not now, get out of my way," she said, pushing past him, but he grabbed her wrist.

"Puck what are you doing?" she demanded, turning around to face him.

"Babe?"

Quinn whipped around, Sam staring at her and Puck.

"I'll be right there, I just have to talk to Puck about something."

Sam gave her a look of confusion, but she motioned for him to go, and he turned around, walking towards Finn and Rachel.

"Okay," Quinn started to say, turning back to Puck, "you really need to leave me the hell alone, people are going to get suspicious."

"No, because you and I both know if you walk over there right now, you're going to say something you'll regret. Let them be happy." Quinn glanced over her shoulder at the scene, the disgustingly happy scene. Finn had his arm around Rachel, and she was glowing...she was fucking glowing. Sam was shaking Finn's hand and giving Rachel a hug, probably telling them how happy he was for them. And he was, but she wasn't. She wasn't happy for them, and she couldn't go over there and pretend she was. Not right now, at least.

"Fine, you're right. I'm pissed off," Quinn finally said, her face hot with fury. "That should be me. That could've been me, and it isn't. But I have to suck it up. I have to congratulate them."

"Not right now," Puck reasoned, letting go of her arm and standing there, watching the scene with her. "Just...stay here, I'll be right back." With that, Puck left Quinn's side, heading in the direction of the happily engaged couple.

"Hey man, congrats," he said, slapping Finn on the back. Finn turned and shook Puck's hand, then brought him in for a hug.

"I'm so happy dude," Finn said as he pulled away. "And I'm so happy you could be here. Hey uh...what's up with her?" he said, nodding towards Quinn, who was sulking off in the corner.

"Oh, she's just pissed at me," Puck said, shrugging his shoulders. "No big deal."

"Did you...?" Finn didn't need to finish his question, Puck was already waving it off.

"Hey, we have time to talk about my sexual escapades later. I need to congratulate that gorgeous gal of yours." Finn laughed and stepped aside so Puck could get to Rachel. He lightly tapped her shoulder, and she whipped around excitedly, throwing her arms around Puck's neck.

"Congratulations babe," Puck said, wrapping his arms around Rachel's tiny waist. "I'm happy for you."

"That means a lot to me Noah," she said, smiling. For some reason, he didn't hate it when she called him that, in fact...he even liked it.

Fuck.

This was not happening.

"N-no problem Rach, excuse me," he stammered, quickly pulling away from her, walking back towards Quinn.

"What the hell was that?" she asked, but he didn't answer her as he grabbed her hand and pulled her into the back of the restaurant. "What are you-" but she had no time to speak, for Puck had pushed her against a wall and his lips had quickly attached to hers.

"Puck, stop," she insisted, pushing him off of her. He stared at her, not believing she was actually rejecting him.

"Oh, so I was good enough earlier and now you don't want me?"

"What has gotten into you?" she exclaimed, pushing past him to walk back to the party.

"Wait." She turned around and folded her arms across her chest.

"What?"

"I...I'm sorry. About everything. About today, about..just now..."

Quinn stared at Puck, his head down, hands shoved deep in his pockets. He looked genuinely upset.

"It takes two...and I'm more at fault than you are," she said, taking a step toward him. "Besides...I wanted it just as much as you did." With that, she kissed his cheek, turned on her heel, and left him standing there, alone, for the third time in one day.

"Fuck," he said under his breath, following her.

Quinn headed towards the happy couple as Brittany and Santana each gave them hugs and kisses. She raised an eyebrow as they walked away, their fingers slightly touching. She didn't have time to give that much thought, though, for Finn had spotted her and was motioning for her to come over. Reluctantly, she walked to him, putting a fake smile on, pretending to be happy.

"Congratulations Finn," she said, as he wrapped his arms around her. She missed this, she wanted to stay in this moment forever. She wanted to remain in this moment and pretend they were back in freshmen and sophomore year, when he wanted her, when he wanted only her. Before Quinn could fully relish in the moment, Finn pulled away.

"Thanks Quinn," he said as Rachel came up behind him.

"Hey, congratulations Rachel. You're a lucky girl," giving her a tight smile. Bitch, she thought, taking him away from me.

"Thank you, I certainly feel that way," Rachel replied, giving her a genuine smile and wrapping her arm around Finn's waist as he kissed her forehead.

Now she's flaunting her happiness in front of my face, Quinn thought. She mumbled another congratulations and turned around, tears forming in her eyes.

"Quinn!" Sam called after her. But she didn't turn around, she just kept going. "Quinn what's wrong?"

"Just leave me alone," she said, barely getting the words out. Quinn walked right out of the restaurant, and finally collapsed on the steps, her whole body shaking as she cried, burying her face in her hands. She felt a hand on her shoulder and assumed it was Sam.

"Sam, please, I just need to be alone right now," she said in between sobs.

"It's not Sam. He's still inside."

She looked up and saw Puck standing over her, and although she wanted to be mad and push him away, she simply looked away, tears still streaming down her face. Puck sighed, sitting down next to her, wrapping an arm around her.

"What's wrong with Quinn?" Mercedes asked, after she'd hugged and congratulated both Finn and Rachel. Rachel gave her a puzzled look, to which Mercedes answered by pointing towards the window. "She's obviously upset about something."

"I...haven't the slightest clue..." Rachel said, her voice trailing off as she watched Quinn's body shake violently in Puck's arms.

"Why aren't you out there?" Mercedes turned to Sam, but he just shrugged his shoulders.

"She told me she wanted to be left alone, but I can see she has no problem getting comfort from him," he replied, his tone rigid and angry.

At this point, everyone had gathered to watch the scene unfolding outside. Finn looked over at Sam, who looked as though he wanted to kill Puck, which he didn't blame him for, he'd had that feeling many a time.

"Sam, don't."

"Don't what? Don't go out there and tear him off of her? I'm supposed to be her boyfriend, why is he the one out there? Why is he comforting her?"

"They've been friends for a while," Mercedes said, trying to reason with him.

"More like friends with benefits," Sam shot back. Well, no one could really argue with that, it was true.

"Hey, don't assume the worst," Blaine chimed in, trying to stay positive.

"Whatever, I'm leaving." Sam grabbed his jacket from the chair, heading towards the door.

"But uh...you came with us," Finn said, hoping to get him to stay.

"I'll walk. I need to think anyway. Congratulations you guys, sorry it got ruined."

"Please don't go Sam," Rachel said, though she knew if she were in his position, she'd want to leave too.

Sam turned around, facing the people that had become his best friends over a short period of time, the people he could not lie to, or be fake around.

"My girlfriend is out there, being comforted by another guy. A guy she's most likely cheating on me with. I can't stay here and watch, and if I don't leave now, I'll do something I regret. I appreciate all of you trying to be there for me, but I just...I have to go. I'm sorry." And with that, Sam left, walking fast down the steps, passing Quinn and Puck without so much as a glance.

Back inside, the room was silent, the kind of silent where no one really knew how to break it. They all looked at each other nervously, wondering if they should say something.

Well..." said Kurt, the first one to speak up. "Time for some cake?"