Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I merely used Ryan Murphy's amazing characters to get me out of my writer's block. All typos, errors and overall crappiness belong to me.

AN: I wrote this prior to Original Song airing on March 15 as a conclusion to Rachel's POV . I wasn't going to post it, but knowing that it existed was bugging me and I just had to post it. Obviously, this is no longer spec, since the episode already aired.

You don't feel guilty. Not in the slightest. You know you have to go through with it. You know it's just one lie. Just one more lie to add to to the never-ending list of lies you've told. And let's face it: you're already going to heaven. You've accepted Jesus, so of course you're in. What's one more lie going to cost?

But after those four words leave your mouth and you see her face contort in pain, you almost want to add "Kidding, Man-hands! Geez, lighten up!"

But no.

The knife has been plunged and there's nothing you can do.

You sit on the bench and wait for the storm to calm. Rachel's in hysterics and if you don't play your cards right, all of this will lead back to you and then where will you be? Back at nothing. You'll have no Finn, no status, no crown, no future.

And still without a father. Still without a mother who cares. Still without a sister. In some small way, you see that being crowned Prom Queen will be a return to all of that. The fairytale life you lived where mom and dad and two sisters sat at Sunday dinner, joking and laughing and loving. But you had to ruin that. This year? It's your second chance and you will. get. it. back.

Everything.

The father. The mother. The sister. The reputation. The body. The boy. The future.

This lie is your very own brand of life insurance. Future insurance. Rachel's future is set in stone; everyone and their mother knows that Rachel Berry is meant for the streets of New York—for Broadway. As selfish as it all seems to anyone but you, you know that Rachel will get over this. Well, you shake your blonde head and convince yourself of that fact. You convince yourself that maybe, just maybe, Finn has fallen out of love with her. And, maybe, what you did is for the greater good.

You'll be the (reason behind the) reason why New Directions will win regionals. Why you'll all go to Nationals.

You'll be the reson why Rachel will fulfill her dreams.

How are you the bad guy?

And sure, you'll be the unsung hero. And sure Rachel will mope and groan for another month or so, but when you're all in New York with a National title under your belts (and Finn on your arm), no one will remember Finn and Rachel.

Finchel. You laugh sardonically. What a joke.

It's about time every one realized that high school couples? They're not meant to last. That's why you and Sam never worked out (and why you never attempted anything with Puck). Sam was just your high school boyfriend (Puck is... you can't quite place his role in your life and you'd rather not dwell on that...). But Finn is different. Special. He was your... First love?, you guess with a slight shrug. And, admit it, you're lucky he's let you back in his lfe. High school romances like Finn and Rachel (and you and Sam, too) aren't meant to last, but first loves—you'll feel that your whole life.

Rachel's left you alone in the auditorium and you blink back a few tears—roll your eyes, attempting to keep the tears at bay.

That's when the guilt sinks in. . .