"jesse!" i ran into his room and jumped onto him.

"ugh, what do you want?" he grumbled burying his head into his pillow.

"guess what day it is?" i smiled as i rolled off of him and turned to face him.

"the day i go to sleep while you talk to me." he smiled lightly.

"funny," i rolled my eyes,"no, it's a very specific day."

"of course i know what day it is, you beautifully annoying alarm clock." he leaned over and pulled a present box from under his bed.

"awww, your present is downstairs." i grabbed the box from his hands.

"well then, let's go downstairs." jesse smiled lightly and got out of bed.

i trailed behind him, box in hands.

when we got downstairs he looked at the kitchen counter to see a little rectangular box.

"it's just a positive pregnancy test." he said causing me to laugh.

"it hasn't come to that yet." i responded setting my box next to his.

"yet?" his eyes widened.

"just open the box." i rolled my eyes.

"you first." he smiled.

i sighed and opened the box. i furrowed my eyebrows when i read the word cartier across another box.

"jess..." i trailed off opening it to reveal a silver necklace with the screwdriver linked onto it.

he held up his wrist to reveal the love bracelet he had already screwed on.

"i figure if we break up it'll be quicker to give back the necklace than the bracelet." he shrugged.

i laughed and hit his arm lightly.

"man, this is gonna make my present shit, isn't it?"

he shrugged, clearly amused and began to open his. i bit my lip in both nervousness and anticipation.

when he finally saw what it was he burst out laughing.

"aww, babe."

"it's shit, i know." i buried my head in my hands.

"no, i love it." he pulled it out of the box.

it was a custom love island water bottle with his name on it. watching love island is what we always do together, and i thought it'd be cute.

"thank you." i laughed and hugged him.

"and i love you." he looked down at me, his arms still wrapped around me.

"i love you too." i pressed my lips against his.

•

i walked down the halls with finn, on our way to dance camp for nationals.

"isn't quinn gonna be upset you're with me?" i questioned.

"why?"

"because everyday for the past year, you've been telling me you love me." i pointed out.

"old news." he shrugged.

my mouth opened slightly in surprise. old news?

for whatever reason, that hurt my feelings.

"really?" i asked casually.

"look at you, stevie. you've got a cartier screw driver around your neck. i mean, when was i ever gonna be able to give you something like that?"

i furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"it's not about the gifts, finn. i mean you could give me a glue stick and i'd still-"

"why are you doing this?" he cut me off.

i frowned, having no response.

"stevie, you've made it crystal clear that you don't want me. okay? so please, don't fill me up with false hope. because you know that if there's even a little sign that you're interested i would break up with anyone." he told me.

"i'm sorry." i sighed and we walked the rest of the way in silence.

"alright guys, it's booty camp time!" mr. schue said as mike attempted to teach us some moves.

finn swung his arm around and i quickly dropped down to avoid him killing me.

rachel, however, wasn't that vigilant, and finn smacked her right in the nose.

"finn!" i exclaimed.

•

"you guys don't have to stay." rachel said as we waited with her at the doctors.

"no. i wanna wait and hear what the doctor says."

"yeah and i feel bad. i ducked and let it hit you." i shrugged.

"we're sorry." finn frowned.

"won't quinn be mad? you sitting vigil by my bedside."

"w-well i'm standing," he had on a confused look, but shook it off,"and she'd understand how awful i feel. even if it wasn't broken."

"it's broken." the doctor walked in.

"shit." i muttered.

"i knew i was a bad dancer. i just never thought i was dangerous."

•

not only was rachel considering a nose job in private. today, she was telling us all about it. until santana decided to speak.

"hold up. could we all just get real here for a second? i hear that rachel's got a bit of a schnoz. i mean, i wouldn't know because, like medusa, i try to avoid eye contact with her. but can we all just stop lying about how there aren't things that we wouldn't change about ourselves? i mean, i'm sure that sam's been at the doctor's office and rifled through pamphlets on mouth reduction. i'll bet artie's thought about getting his legs removed since he's not really using them anyways. stevie has definitely considered a butt lift so that she can even out the double d boobs and the c cup ass. and i'm sure that tina's looked into getting an eye de-slanting." santana said simply.

"but where's the lie though? i sure would do that." i nodded.

"stevie." finn shook his head, both shocked and kind of disappointed.

"look, it's true. there are always things you wanna change about yourself. just a fact."

"thank you, stevie. you're the only one in here i actually like most of the time." santana looked down at me.

"hell yeah." i winked.

"santana can i just point out that you got surgery to get what stevie already has. so i don't know why you're insulting her body." quinn rolled her eyes.

"huh, didn't think of that." sam nodded in wonder.

i furrowed my brows. i guess quinn was right.

finn then went on about his dancing, which led to him saying he liked his body. which, i appreciated the confidence, but everyone hates something about themselves. and it's not got to do with the fact that you were born with two left feet.

"oh please, finn. you have weird puffy pyramid nipples. they look like they're filled with custard. you could dust them with powdered sugar and they'd pass for some kind of pastry. look, maybe rachel's fine with having an enormous beak. maybe she needs it to crack hard seeds. all i'm saying is that if you look in the mirror and you don't like what you see, you should change it."

"whoa, guys. i'm really shocked at what i'm hearing here. it goes against everything the glee club stands for. i'm telling you, the thing you would most like to change about yourself is the most interesting part of you."

"well, maybe, but at this school, the thing that makes you different is the thing people use to crush your spirit."

•

when i heard my door open, i half expected it to be finn. walking in, to scold me on my opinion of rachel's nose and plastic surgery in general.

and of course, i was right.

"finn, i love you." i looked up and smiled.

"i love you too. why'd you say what you did?" he sat down on my bed.

"because that's what i think. i know you're very secure in yourself and you think everyone is perfect the way they are because, well that's just how you see the world." i laid back down, not interested in looking at him.

"ugh, come on. let's just go to school." he rolled his eyes.

"you couldn't wait to confront me at school? you had to come over here at six a.m?" i questioned, getting up.

"no. i needed to now."

"why?" i questioned.

"because." he grumbled.

"because why?" i furrowed my eyebrows as i grabbed my bag.

"because," he said then started to mumble,"i don't see how someone i think is perfect could be so insecure."

i put my hand on my heart, feeling very touched.

"finn...everyone is insecure. everyone."