That smile she gives you, the one you’ve never seen her direct at anyone else, gives you hope. It’s now or never. You can do it. Just ask her. Say the words.
“When you were singing that song,” you begin.
You take a breath, trying to prepare yourself. You can’t stop now. “You were singing to Finn, and only Finn, right?” You get your answer before you even finish the question. That little almost nod just confirms it.
It’s the look on her face that tells you everything. At first it’s a familiar one. The one that says ‘I know you love me Quinn, but I just don’t feel the same way’. It’s like a punch in the gut, but you’re used to it. It doesn’t feel nearly as bad as the one that follows.
It’s the sad, regretful expression she gets when feels like she’s hurt someone she loves. And she does love you, even if it’s not in the same way you love her.