A/N: I know it's short, but I just had to write this. It has to suck putting yourself out there the way she did, only to be denied.
I can't believe her. Why would she do this to me? That bitch. I slam my fist into the locker door, causing a loud clang to reverberate down the hall. I give her my heart, finally tell her that I have feelings for her and she blows me off for Artie, that stupid kid in a wheelchair.
I'm good for her. We have a connection. I can give her everything she needs.
But apparently, it's not enough. The one time she has to be little Miss Wholesome and finally get a conscience. Oh, I'm sorry Santana, but I love Artie too. If we ever break up and you're single…
If you ever break up? Why don't you just fucking stomp on my heart right now, you dumb bitch.
God. Love fucking blows.