"I wish everyone would just stop telling me what to do." Rachel spat out harshly as Finn quietly asked her not to cry. It was the first crack in her current rationale, and she knew it would only spiral from there. "You broke up with me so you could take Santana out. Do you remember that?" Rachel asked, the tears becoming more frequent as her feelings became more and more evident on her face.
She wiped sloppily at her cheeks, wanting to get up and storm off, wanting to get up and do something, but she was kind of stuck at the moment, trying to put her thoughts into words. "You told me you wanted your first time to mean something. I've always thought our first time would be special and you've always agreed with me on that. I thought you really wanted us to take things slow and do it the right way. But now I guess that just goes along with the lie you created to make you feel better Rachel explained. Her words were choppy and she became more and more shrill and shaky as her rant progressed, but she didn't care. She just needed to get it out.