with sectionals right around the corner, i actually started to put in the work when it came to rehearsal.

i was even in my home gym, doing torture twists.

"stevie! your friend rachel is here to talk to you!" my mom smiled bringing her into the room.

i sighed and sat up, pausing the music playing on my stereo.

"what's up, rachel? just come to see if i'm actually working for sectionals? look at me, i am." i breathed out.

i was exhausted and i still had more work to do.

"um, no. i just wanted to ask if you had any suspicions about puck and quinn."

"what do you mean? they're friends."

"quinn isn't here right?"

"no. i think she's with brittany and santana."

"okay well, i just think there's something more going on there. it's weird how attentive he is about someone else's child." rachel pointed out.

"yeah, but...maybe he's just being a nice guy. doesn't sound like him, i know. but anything's possible. why do you care anyway?" i shrugged.

"i just- i don't wanna see him get hurt later on."

"is that actually it? or are you doing this so finn will leave quinn. and you'll get your moment?" i said trying to coerce the answer from her.

"i think we know the answer. i just don't get it, he acts like he likes me, he kisses me, but-"

"wait, he what?" i cut her off.

"yeah..."

"what a prick! he leaves his pregnant girlfriend at my house for what? so he can fuck around with other girls?" i exclaimed.

i was pissed.

"stevie i didn't-"

"i think this would be better if you'd go." i cut her off.

she silently left and i went back to working out. only this time with a fire i hadn't had before.

•

i sat in glee club as we decided our set list with ms. pillsbury. i was still incredibly mad at finn, though he didn't know it yet.

"proud mary in wheel chairs. that's in." artie nodded.

"and we've gotta do don't stop believing." finn demanded.

"ugh, you're disgusting." i rolled my eyes.

"well what do you suggest, stevie?" finn shot back.

"i suggest that we burn the sheet music for that over saturated shit." i retorted.

"what's your problem?"

"i don't have a problem." i rolled my eyes.

"well it really seems like you do."

"well maybe that's just because you're a fucking-"

"all right," ms. pillsbury said loudly, interrupting our argument,"stevie. if you don't have anything productive to add. maybe we just stay silent."

"you know what, you guys figure this out. let me know when my opinion matters." i rolled my eyes and walked out.

"ugh, stevie!" finn called out and followed me.

"fuck off, finn."

"what's wrong? what did i do?" he asked.

"you put your girlfriend at my house to tend to, you kissed rachel, more than once, while keeping me to take care of your girlfriend and unborn child for what? so you could sneak around and see other girls? fuck off with that." i said turning to him.

he sighed.

"you're right."

"i fucking know i'm right," i exclaimed,"come up with something better."

i turned and began to walk again.

"why are you so angry about this? since when have you cared about quinn?"

"since i've had to live with her for a month! we talk a lot and i've grown to really care for the girl. and i don't appreciate doing your job for you so you can cheat." seethed.

"stevie! i'm sorry, okay?! i am. just, can you stop being angry? you've never been mad at me like this before. i don't like it." he grabbed my wrist and turned me around.

"maybe in a few days. until then, just leave me alone." i yanked my wrist from him and left.

to be completely honest, i don't know why i was so mad. it was like he had cheated on me or something. i think part of it was making me play house with his girlfriend so he could have relations with rachel. maybe part of it was because it was rachel. lord knows i'm not her biggest fan. maybe part of it was that it wasn't me.

i always thought...i thought we had something. but he's just such a complicated person. well, when it comes to things like this he is. he never knows what he wants, and just when you think it's you...he just tears it away and gives it to someone else.

i'm pissed for many reasons. and none of them were his business.

•

i walked into glee the next day with full intention to ignore finn. until i saw him punching the hell out of puck.

"hey! what the fuck?" i ran over and tried to pull him off.

i saw quinn crying as i continued to try and pry finn off the mohawked idiot.

"tell the truth!" finn yelled as mr. schue came in and helped me get finn off of puck.

"this punk just walked in and sucker punched me!"

"don't play dumb! you're too freaking dumb to play dumb."

"who told you this, finn?" quinn sobbed.

"obviously it was rachel." kurt threw his hands up in exhaustion.

"what? i didn't do anything."

"yeah, it was rachel. but i wanna hear it from you. i wanna hear it from both of you."

"finn, just calm down." mr. schue said.

"no they're both lying to me!" finn yelled.

"is it true? just tell me, is it true?" finn asked.

"yes. puck is the father."

"screw this. i'm done with you! i'm done with all of you." finn fumed and kicked a chair as he walked out.

"puck you absolute fucking dickhead! are you a fucking idiot? what in the fuck? finn is our best friend? does that even mean anything to you? i mean-god! you're a fucking bitch." i rolled my eyes.

"stevie-" mr. schue started to object.

"no! no, this isn't right! i mean, what am i just supposed to watch my best friend rip my other best friend to shreds! am i just supposed to let puck think this is how we act to each other? no!"

"stevie, i know you're angry. but i promise you finn is hurting a hell of a lot more than you are. so instead of yelling at puck, why don't you go see if he's okay?" mr. schue said.

"yeah. yeah, okay." i nodded and walked out of the room.