He sat there frozen in place, blinking hard as he watched the tiny brunette next to him. The second tears started sliding down her cheeks, he felt like he had been brutally punched in the gut and the feeling didn’t lessen as she spoke.
“I told you what I thought you wanted to hear.” Finn swallowed harshly, pushing out the words despite the overwhelming want to puke now that his stomach was churning over and over. “And what I wanted to be true. You were with Jesse and I don’t know-- I was lonely. Santana acted like she wanted me and it felt nice to be wanted. Until we actually did it and then all I felt was terrible and lonely again.”
Only he would be as stupid as to just forget about the incident like it ever happened. Like it wouldn't come back to bite him in the ass. “I’m sorry, babe. I really am. I shouldn’t have lied. I should have just told you the truth, I know that but I wussed out.” A chilled hand lifted and reached out towards her with intent to wipe away her tears but stopped mid-air and hovering for a few seconds before dropping back down to his lap as he thought better. His voice was hush. “Don’t cry.”