AN: For those of you who don't know I really really can't stand Finn. Just keep that in mind while you're reading in case you want to give up on me. He'll be gone soon. Like next chapter or two soon.

Somehow, and don't ask him how, but somehow Blaine always manages to get his mind together before all the rest. He slaps Kurts shaking hand hoping it will bring it back to himself but he doesn't give it too much credit. This is huge. Huger than huge. "Ho-h-h-how, did we go from helping you through a break-up to helping you break an engagement, again, exactly…?" Because the more he thinks about it, the less it made any sense. Like no sense. The more he brain tries to work through it the more it makes his head hurt and he now understands why Kurt is shaking. He just really hopes Santana is remembering to breathe.

"I'm not engaged"

"Oh really manhands, because I was standing right there. He asked and you said yes"

Santana was trying to stop laughing. Really she was, she's spent the entire weekend trying to stop laughing and at this point it was actually getting painful. But it was just too damn funny. She turned to Kurt for support, a look that would hopefully help bring her back to herself but no dice. He had his hands laid out in front of him with that same stupefied look on his face he'd had all weekend, with his mouth half open. Even his manicurist was shaking her head at how ridiculous their conversation was. Not that Blaine was much better, somehow he now eerily silent, as though someone had just told him the most frightening and most hilarious thing at the same time. Huh, come to think of it that's really what this was, hilariously frightening. Her ribs are starting to ache, it was time to get it together.

"I did not say yes, I simpl-"

"Rachel, sweetie please 'okay' means yes."

Kurt watches Santana as she grabs her sides, fighting to calm down at least a bit. He wishes he could do the same but it was all just so ridiculous. He'd opened his mouth to further respond to the retardation his ears had just been subjected to but there was nothing more to say. Yet still, he couldn't close his mouth. Something more was begging to be said, anyone would do it didn't have to him. He looked from Santana to Blaine to Rachel to Santana and back to Blaine. What had happened to the world. He had a boyfriend, he was Rachel's best friend and he and said boyfriend were at the Spa with Satan who seemed to also be Rachel best friend. Oh and Rachel was engaged. Ta-da.

"It's not… I wasn't- What could I have said.. he just caught me off guard. I was agreeing more to having heard him than to what he was asking"

Rachel thinks of that first night with Shelby when she had faced a future with two options, spending the next months with Finn or getting over him. Well it's time to choose option C. So she squared her shoulders and turned to face her soon to be ex-boyfriend. Thankfully he looked as tired as she felt, maybe this wouldn't be so hard. He was probably expecting this. Breathe in, out. Go.

"Finn, I can't do this anymore. I can't pretend and act like what we're doing has any chance of working."

"Thank God. Rachel you going to New York, I completely understand that's your dream but I'm staying here."

"I know, I do, and I'm glad… so unbelievably glad that you understand something has to give. I've changed and the things I want have changed and I need to get serious about the future. Our futures just aren't the.."

"The way they should be, I know that. I've always known that Rachel and now that you know that too. Now that you've changed your mind about New York. I'm serious about being with you forever Rachel. I haven't gotten a ring yet, and it won't be for a while but I want to marry you someday."

If Rachel's brain was still functioning she would have heard Santana's breathless 'wait waaaaht!'. But she didn't. Had she been aware of her surroundings she would know that Kurt was now seated while he tried to make sense of something that made no sense. Rachel was doing the same, stationary and immobile her brain moving at the speed of light. Over and over the conversation played out in her head and over and over she came up blank on how it had gone the way that it did. She was tired. She'd said that. She couldn't do this anymore. Yup, that was in there too. Her wants have changed, definitely said that. So how had he just asked her to marry him.

She's sputtering, she can hear it. Above the bounding in her chest and the static in her mind she can hear herself trying to force words out. Impossible. There are no words. Okay, she said everything she was supposed to. The problem was clearly with him. So what had he said. He'd admitted that their after graduation plans were retarded. Okay. Then he'd said he was staying in Lima and her dreams were in New York. Couldn't agree more. Then there was so business about her realizing her dreams were different. AHA! There it was, She was going to New York. Her dreams weren't different, at all. Her desire to be with him was the issue And there, right there that was where it had all gone wrong.

"Oh okay…"

" Sweet baby Jesus, Joseph and Mary"

"Okay? You mean yes, yes… Rach?, Rachel baby it's gonna be perfect."

"I don't under… I feel dizzy, I need to sit down"

"You are sitting down babe. Come to think of it I may need to join you, is dizziness contagious?"

Wait. What had just happened. Why is he holding her. Better yet why is he happy and why are her friends acting like the world just ended. Oh no. no no no no no no no no no.

"th-ath-tha-ha-hta-that's no no not what I no tha-that's. oh god."

"We need to leave. Now, we need to go. right. now. This second. Put her down Finnessa, she clearly needs medical attention"

Santana was looking at her like she's crazy but she's not. When she had said okay it was her inside voice talking on the outside. She meant "okay, that's where we took a wrong turn". "Okay that's what I have to address in order to get back on track". Not "okay let's get married". Why, why would she want that? Even if she didn't lo… even if she didn't feel the way she did about Noah she was still going to New York and Finn still wasn't. There was no logical reason she would say yes to Finn's proposal, for the love of Moses, he proposed to her in a high school music room. Has he met her? God, it all felt so exhausting. Her life was starting to feel like a reoccurring nightmare that just won't ease up.

Blaine asks his masseuse to wait a second while he dug a buzzing purple phone out of his jeans pocket. Holding it up he doesn't know why he bothers because she's just going to tell him to ignore it. The same way he's ignored it all weekend. They went from the music room to Santana's car to her house and haven't left each others' sides since. It was like post-traumatic stress or something; where people who were involved in tragic events can't tolerate the thought of leaving one another. They had a sleep-over, they ignored Finn's call. They went for breakfast, they ignored Finn's call. They cooked dinner, they ignored Finn's call. They watched movies, they ignored Finn's call. They went to the spa, they ignored Finn's call. It was all very rigorous in a way that was as illogical as was humanly possible.

Kurt didn't know how many different ways they could dice it. As much as they ignored Finn, the object o the weekend had been figuring out how to deal with him. He consumed most of their thoughts and a majority of their conversations. It was their job to help Rachel through this. She'd had a tough time as it was trying to simply break-up with Finn, now she had to reject a marriage proposal. It was all very jarring. After the first ten minutes, while they had stood there and watched the absurdity that was Finnchel, he'd gotten used to Santana in his life. The fact that she was attending Tisch for dance made it all seem so kismet. So Kurt was going to New York, Blaine was, Santana was, Rachel was and Finn wasn't. Instead of them trying to figure out what to do next he wished while they enjoyed this diva approved spa day and Finn would, god knows how, come to realize he was the odd one out and move on.

While Santana managed to stop splashing pedicure water all over the place, she shot her pedicurist the dirtiest look she had. For the amount of money she blew in this place a month she could splash as much fucking water as she pleased thanks. They've gone over and over the Finn debacle and it seemed to just get funnier every. single. time. She felt for Rachel she really did, but come on! Santana would have just laughed in his face, or slapped him or whatever it is people do to get through thick imbecilic skulls. It was just getting hard to watch really. Rachel was so distraught, didn't know what to do "Finn's so sweet, so kind hearted". Santana knew better, and when Rachel was being honest with herself, so did she. Finn wasn't as sweet as he came across, he was just stupid. Selfish and stupid. He took what he wanted when he wanted and didn't apologize for it and the only reason people let it slide was because he was so damn dumb, they just assumed he hadn't meant to hurt whoever it was that got hurt. And whether it was Quinn or Rachel or Santana or Quinn again or Rachel again, someone always got hurt. Santana had thought Finn would be the one to ruin her. The good guy, the one that would see through her mask and beg her to be a better person so they could be together. She was wrong, so did she see a reason to break Finn gently? Hell no. But Rachel was Rachel and it was their job to help her find a way.