Santana has been whispering the word "revenge" constantly today. It's honestly a bit terrifying, especially as it's directed towards my boyfriend. My extremely clingy and possessive boyfriend, but boyfriend nonetheless. I keep trying to find Noah, but every time I see him he gets this panicked look on his face and he bolts. It's definitely suspicious, but I don't have much time to think about it as I myself am doing the same thing to Finn. I can't handle this "proposal", and I especially cannot handle the way that he keeps trying to corner me in random areas of the school to try it again. Luckily, Santana has been keeping me company and her glare has been a sufficient deterrent. Unluckily- the aforementioned "revenge" that she keeps going on about. Frankly, I just need a nap. Thinking about marriage, Noah's news, and trying to keep Santana from possibly committing homicide has made me completely exhausted. On the way out from school, I spot Finn coming my direction once again. Santana is too far to physically block him, because she's busy talking to Brittany and Tina about something (I suspect it's the long-awaited sequel to "trouty mouth"). Instead, I sprint back inside. As is my luck, I run directly into Noah, who yelps.

"Sorry!" I say, taking a few steps back.

"It's fine, don't worry." I see him trying to figure out how to escape, but before he can I quickly ask-

"Why don't you think Finn and I should get married?" I'm fairly certain that not even Finn thinks we should get married, he's just doing it to have a legally binding reason to constantly bother me. I'm in no position to be confronting people about why I shouldn't agree to a proposal when A) it was done in our high school's auditorium (like, really?), B) I haven't even graduated, and C) makes me want to projectile vomit just thinking about it. I would rather get married to Sue's tracksuit pants. Not even the full tracksuit. Just the pants. But I ask Noah anyways, because I'm going to need an itemized list of at least 10 reasons to present to Finn so that I don't feel like a terrible girlfriend.

"I just don't think you two would be happy," he admits.

"Together?" I ask, because I'm a masochist. He looks surprised, but then sighs.

"No, that's not it," he says with a considerable amount of reluctance.

"Getting married in high school just seems like a recipe for disaster. I just want the best for you- both of you", he hastily adds.

"Truth be told, I don't think it's a good idea either. I'm just scared of letting Finn down," I say quietly.

"Even he's not your husband, he's still with you. That's what matters most of all, right?" And just like that, I wish for the millionth time that I had the guts to tell Finn how I really felt. That our relationship was suffocating me and that there was no way love could grow in such a stifling environment. Because he doesn't seem to care, really, that he's with me. Only that no one else is. Honestly? At the moment, I kind of wish a certain someone else was. Before I can say anything back, Finn barrels through the door. I let out a barely audible groan. A second after, before he has a chance to say anything, Santana is tackling him to the ground, and Tina and Brittany usher me out to Brittany's car. I look back at Noah and see that he's fighting off a grin at the pure spectacle of Santana doing a better tackle than most of the guys on the football team on our resident quarterback. He looks up just as I smile too, and he does a little nod. Something inside me flutters. I've still got till the end of the year to figure this out, right?