I'm working on drawing a straight line

and I'll draw until i get one right

it's bold and dark girl, can't you see

I done drawn a line between you and me

...

He got smashed on level 1 this time. Level 1. His head must be seriously messed. And he knows exactly who to blame. A little five foot two minx with perfect glossy hair and eyes so big and deep they make Bambi's look small and beady.

He collapses onto his bed face down and groans into his pillow. At least his new bed can actually fit him. He turns his head to look around the unfamiliar surroundings. He's not sure how he feels about this new house they've moved into. His room's bigger but… he's a stranger in it. He misses his old room (slanted ceilings his head always bumped into and everything).

He thinks about That Day. The one stenciled into his brain, the Monday after sectionals. He'd been supposed to bring Rachel here after school, she hadn't been to the new house yet, and they were gonna break this new bed in while Burt and his mom were still at work…

But no, she'd had to fuck it all up, fuck him up, instead.

A knock at his door jolts him out of his wallowing.

He sits up, and grabs his history book from the floor, so his mom can't yell at him for bumming around.

"Come in," he says drolly.

The door opens and Kurt walks in.

"Oh," he says, throwing the book back on the floor, "What do you want?"

"It's fabulous to see you too," Kurt bites back sarcastically, making himself comfortable on the giant bean bag in the corner of his room.

"Guess who I just had coffee with?" his stepbrother asks.

"Umm.." Finn scans his mind, who's that kid Kurt won't shut up about? Oh yeah, "Blaine?"

"No but that was a logical guess," Kurt answers, "Actually I enjoyed a low fat soy latte with my ex-mortal enemy, who can also be referred to as, your ex-girlfriend."

Finn scowls, "Good for you."

"Don't be immature," Kurt chastises, " She's pretty distraught Finn, don't you think you're being pretty harsh? Why won't you hear her out?"

He opens his mouth, outraged.

"You're kidding right? She cheated on me. With Puck. She doesn't deserve to have me hear her out. Besides, I know if I listen to her she'll just use her stupid Rachel Berry powers over me and that's not fair."

"Aha," Kurt nods, "I see."

Finn looks at him confused, "No, you don't."

"I do," Kurt replies confidently, getting off the beanbag and brushing dust off of his pants, "More clearly than you. You're afraid you'll forgive her. You don't want to see her because you're afraid you'll take her back, because you're still in love with her."

He glares at Kurt.

"Shut up."

Kurt rolls his eyes and walks out, shutting the door with a bang, leaving Finn in silence.

He grabs his backpack and takes out his phone. No missed calls. No new texts. Rachel hasn't tried to contact him a single time today. And then he realizes she hasn't reached out to him since he drove off the Christmas tree lot yesterday afternoon. Will she finally leave him alone?

He frowns as he realizes how this makes him feel even more shitty. He remembers when they first met, how she freaked him the fuck out by practically stalking him. And how much things changed in just a few months, how he ended up practically stalking her when she got with Jesse.

It seemed like one of them was always messing up then saying sorry. Even when things were good, and they'd finally gotten together, this pattern had persisted. He remembers when he'd been on the verge of giving up football for her, before she'd apologized and sung that pretty song to him.

He'd loved her so much he woulda given up football for her, and how did she repay him? By doing the cruelest thing he could have ever imagined.

Maybe all he ever was to her was the hot male lead to her stunning young ingénue. The suitable piece of arm candy that made sense. Nothing more.

He heaves a sigh as his mom calls him down for dinner. It's for the best. Rachel crossed a line, and now there's a line between them. He should be with someone who loves him as much as he loved Rachel, someone who would never hurt him this bad.

…

I join the queue on your answer phone

And all I am is holding breath

Just pick up I know you're there

Can't you hear, I'm not myself

Oh go ahead enlighten me

You could say anything

Small talk will be just fine

Your voice is everything

We owe it to love

And it all depends on you

Her fingers glide across the keypad of her phone. She knows she shouldn't. She doesn't want to be desperate and needy. And he made it pretty clear to her yesterday that he doesn't want to have anything to do with her.

But she's been thinking about what she did, analyzing her actions and comparing them with her therapist's diagnosis of her unique personality, and she thinks she finally understands why she did what she did.

And she has to get it off her chest. If Finn would only listen to her… even if he still doesn't want to take her back. At least she'll know that he knows, and realize she's better off with someone who actually accepts her for everything that she is.

She dials those seven numbers she's had memorized by heart since the day he joined Glee club a year and a half ago.

Five long rings before the brief answering machine.

It's Finn, leave a message.

Something, maybe it's love, clogs her throat when she hears his voice. She misses it so much. She misses listening to it all the time. How can a voice encapsulate memories and emotions?

She leaves a voicemail.

"I know you're still mad at me, and truth be told, you have every right to be. But think about all the mistakes you've made and all of the times I've forgiven you for them. I know mine was worse by far, but please just hear me out, you owe me at least that. We both know that we were apart of something special, you can't give up on something special that easily."

She presses the end button on her phone.