Hello everyone. So as was said in the summary, I had this dream a while back and now I'm trying to write it all out. But with all dreams, many details are left out and that's where my "creative" side has to come out, which I'm not very good at. So please bear with me. I've written this much just to see if anyone is interested in reading this. I have the main layout of the story, just not the details of it, so we shall see what happens.

Ennnnnnjoy!

She was pissed. That much was certain.

It was written all over her face. From her slouched posture and her crossed arms to her scrunched brows, her square jaw, the sneer over her lips, and the flames shooting out of her eyes at what she was witnessing.

Seeing the two "lovebirds" dance and sing around made her skin crawl. That should be me up there with her, singing about our love that we have together. Can't anyone else see what a train wreck they are together? Her eyes darted around the room to see if anyone else shared her opinion, unfortunately all eyes were glued on the performing couple. It made her stomach turn that everyone was buying into this. She resituated herself in her chair in attempt to ease the nausea building up. It didn't work.

She was glad that she opted to sit in the far back corner, far away from her other glee clubbers. Once she got wind that the couple was to perform this afternoon, she knew how she would react and how she would feel about seeing them being so close; the exact same way she did every time she caught sight of them being cozy.

Every touch on the arm, every loose strand of hair pushed behind her ear by his clumsy hand; every time she saw their eyes lock with the metaphorical sparkle between them made her utterly sick. Especially after what had happened between the two girls.

The events of that night couldn't stop playing in her head as much as she willed them too. She tried relentlessly to push it out of her head, to act like it didn't happen just like the other girl had seemed to do without much effort. The harder she tried, the more vivid they played back in her head. Try as she might, she couldn't help but feel her lips curl up in a smirk and her heart beat a little faster as she ducked her head to hide it. But almost as soon as it started, she looked back up at the couple who were finishing their dreadfully adorable duet and her heart sank back down to where it's been for months.

She just didn't understand what went wrong and where or how. Well, okay maybe she did know where it went wrong, but that didn't explain the what and how. They had been getting along just fine with no one really questioning it, besides Santana with her quips here and there. But even she was getting used to the pair being friends. Everything was going so well. They confided in each other, one with her boy troubles and the other with her daily life problems afraid to delve too far in her emotions when in the company of the other girl. She had always known she had feelings for the girl but was far too afraid, or maybe prideful, to bring herself to admit it to anyone else. Until that one night. The one night everything took a turn for the worst.

Their talking had become more intimate in the sense that they were sharing secrets they knew they could never trust anyone else with. They spoke about Beth, and how the blond felt it was weird that she and Puck had never once conversed about her or that she's never spoken to anybody about it but for some reason she could trust her diva friend, perhaps because she could relate in a way. And she could. The brunette spoke about Shelby, how she was so close to finally having a mother she had always wanted just to find out her mother didn't want her. Quinn couldn't help but feel like she had abandoned Beth the way Shelby had done to Rachel. But Rachel was there to ease her pain and comfort her just like a friend the blond never had. But she did now, she had Rachel as a friend and she cherished it more than anything. It was only when their talking became a bit too intimate that…

She was snapped out of her trance by the sound of clapping around the room. Her body bolted up straight and her automatic response was to join in the applause until she realized what everyone was applauding and she resumed her previous position of slouching and shooting daggers from her eyes at the two singers. Once the applauding came to a close, they took their seats beside each other with the boy grabbing onto the girls thigh as they looked into each other's eyes, each silently congratulating the other on a job well done. The girl sitting in the back had to fight her gag reflex at how cheesy the two were being.

Once they were dismissed for the day, the remaining clubbers went to further congratulate the duo on their song. When will it end? The girl sitting thought to herself looking up at the ceiling, willing God himself to take her out of this situation, or maybe to send a lightning bolt to the boy holding the girl of her dreams hand. As much as the bitter girl didn't want to admit, she still had feelings for the love struck girl. She hated it, but it was true. It ate at her every second of everyday but she was done fighting it. She accepted the fact that she would always have these feelings for the singer, but there's nothing that could be done about it. However, that wouldn't stop her from being as bitter as ever about the fact that she could never have her.