Rachel couldn't believe Regionals had come around so quickly. Ten days ago, Thad had basically ended their short relationship. Whilst their Facebook pages stated they were still together, Rachel knew it was just a short amount of time before Thad made the move to make the end of their relationship official. He had ignored all of her calls and messages, and, from what Kurt had told Rachel, was still rather angry about the whole situation. Not that she could blame him. Rachel just hoped that the Warblers would make good of their promise to keep Thad seated during New Directions performance.

She didn't have enough time to worry about that, though. She settled down in her seat, ready to absorb herself in the Warblers and their performance. Rachel was so excited for Kurt; she had jumped up and down in delight when he told her he had co-lead vocals for their opening number. He really deserved to have his spotlight. In fact, it had been Kurt's news that brought her out of her zombie-like stupor, once she found out that Blaine and Kurt were an official item, she could almost feel her normal self returning. Until she remembered she was alone. And would probably turn into a crazy cat lady when she was older.

"You're not going to be a crazy cat lady," Tina reassured her, leaning forward in her seat. Rachel jumped and turned around, a blush slowly forming on her cheeks.

"I said that out loud again, didn't I?" she questioned, quietly groaning when Tina nodded in affirmation. Rachel was about to continue their conversation when the lights dimmed, and she sat back in her seat. As soon as Kurt began singing, Rachel felt herself fill up with a mixture of pride and sadness. She was so incredibly happy for Kurt, yet she couldn't help but feel sad at their song choice. The lyrics practically ripped through her, and if she didn't know better, she'd have said that Thad chose the song himself. Forget Kurt and Blaine duetting this song, Thad might as well have just sat her down on a stool and sang it directly to her. Those feelings didn't stop her from jumping out of her seat once the song came to a close, however. Kurt deserved her applause, no matter what.

The Warblers smoothly began performing Raise Your Glass, and Rachel found her eyes fixed on Thad as he sang with the group. If he was sad at all, he did an excellent job of hiding it, she noted. But watching Thad didn't stop her from jumping up from her seat and dancing along with the group. If she had to lose to anyone, she would rather it be the Warblers. The song came to an end, and Rachel found herself being ushered backstage along with the rest of the New Directions.

"I've never been so nervous before!" Rachel hissed, pacing back and forth whilst desperately trying to keep the contents of her stomach.

"You're going to be fine, Diva," Mercedes replied, grabbing hold of Rachel's arms to keep her still. "Kurt's just text me to say that Thad is in the audience, and he ain't going to be leaving any time soon. The boy will be crazy if he doesn't come back to you."

A small piece of hope began to blossom through Rachel. With Thad in the audience, he'd at least be able to hear just how sorry Rachel truly was. After that though, the ball would be in his court. She took a deep breath and headed out onto the stage and into her spotlight.

Thad knew that he had no chance of escaping the auditorium before New Directions began performing. He had Nick and Trent sitting either side of him, and every time he moved Trent would glare to remind him that he was staying put in his seat. The lights dimmed, and he began to feel nauseous. He wasn't entirely sure he'd be able to cope with watching Rachel perform, knowing that he had been a total ass about the situation.

Rachel walked out onto the stage, looking more nervous than he'd ever seen her. She stood centre stage, the sole spotlight on her as the piano began to play.

"What have I done? I wish I could run, away from this ship going under."Thad didn't recognise the song, but he was hooked onto it as soon as Rachel began singing. He couldn't help but hear the pain in her voice, and knew immediately that he was the one that had caused the pain. And, as soon as Kurt had announced that it was an original song, one that Rachel had written herself, that everything clicked into place. And Thad's anger and frustration melted away, and was instead replaced with guilt. There wasn't anything wrong with Rachel; the problem was the idiotic way he'd chosen to deal with the situation. The song progressed, and Thad realised that he didn't want Rachel to have to 'get it right' with the next person. He wanted to make it right with her. If she'd even have him back.

As soon as Rachel had finished, Thad tried desperately to get out of his seat and run to Rachel, yet Nick and Trent wrestled him back down.

"I need to see her!" Thad protested, still squirming under their grips.

"Yes, but they're still performing!" Trent hissed back, "and I doubt she'd appreciate your stage invasion, no matter how much she misses you!"

Thad sat through what had to be the longest two and a half minutes of his life, but he had to admit, their second song was pretty awesome. Rachel had told him that the bullying their club received was pretty bad, and he thought the slushie cups were a great added touch. He'd have to make sure he told Rachel that, eventually. Once he'd apologised and begged for her to take him back. Finally, once New Directions had finished and exited the stage, Thad was allowed to bolt backstage to where Rachel was. He burst into the dressing room and spotted her talking to Tina. He began to determinedly stride towards her, and had even managed to catch her eye, when their choir director suddenly dragged her away. It did look like Rachel tried to break out of his grasp, but the teacher appeared to be having none of it.

"Where's she going?" Thad panicked, noticing that the rest of New Directions had left the room as well.

"Come on, Romeo. It's time for them to announce the results of Regionals. Your reconciliation will have to wait a few more minutes," Trent replied, clasping his hand on his friend's shoulder and leading him back onto the stage.