𝙅𝙐𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙉.
Julien wasn’t sure how he made it to Monday. The entire weekend had gone by in such an intense blur and by the time the new week started, he hardly remembered performing during Mamma Mia or hanging out with his friends and family at all. The only things he could remember were Rory’s face when she caught him making out with Ivy in the choir room and the fact that Ivy now hated him. Julien didn’t have a lot of free time over the weekend, but any time he did have was spent sulking and feeling guilty over everything that happened. When Rory texted him about being ready to talk, Julien readily agreed. He was prepared to do whatever he needed to do to fix the situation. However, as he sat on one of the couches in Rory’s living room watching her pace back and forth, he couldn’t find it in him to speak. His eyes were fixed on his tennis-shoe clad feet when Rory eventually took the lead and broke the ice by speaking first. “I know,” he replied quietly, his voice thick with shame as he dared to look up and meet her eyes. Julien’s heart sunk into the pit of his stomach when Rory revealed that she knew their kiss hadn’t been a one time thing. He stared up at her with his mouth agape, blinking repeatedly as he tried to gather his scattered thoughts into something coherent. He took a deep breath and stood up. Sitting was making him antsy and he needed to move around. Maybe that would help him focus. “I—” he started, but before he could say more, Rory interrupted him with the question he had been asking himself all weekend. Do you like…love Ivy or something? He stopped pacing and looked at her, face reddening. “No,” he said quickly, but the words felt wrong in his mouth. They felt false. “I don’t know,” he corrected himself, swallowing hard as his shoulders slumped. He had to toughen up and just say his piece. “I never meant for any of this to happen. I—” he cautiously walked towards her, stopping only when he was a foot or so away, “I messed up. I know I should’ve told you. I wanted to. I just…I didn’t know how to.” Julien rubbed his face for a moment before he dropped his hands to his sides and shrugged, “I was scared of what would happen if you found out.” A pause. “And I don’t know what I feel for Ivy,” he stated, closing his eyes in frustration, “but whatever it is, I don’t think it’s going away.” He opened his eyes to look at her and felt like smashing up his own car. How could he claim to be a good person when he had hurt someone this badly? “I’m really sorry, Rory,” and he meant it, he really did, “you deserve someone who knows what they want and knows how they feel.”
Rory’s heart had been broken and stomped on the ground by one Julien Schuester. She thought it was mainly because of Ivy. If he had cheated on her with anyone, it wouldn’t have hurt as bad but why Ivy? What was so special about her that made her better than Rory? As she paced, she brought her thumb up to her mouth, nervously chewing on her nail. When Julien got up, she stopped her pacing glanced at him for only a moment. He seemed genuinely upset, but at this particular moment she didn’t care about how he felt. He didn’t get cheated on. He wasn’t the idiot who put their trust in someone. Feeling a knot in her stomach, she looked away and directed her eye contact to anything around her other than the human in front of her. It made her physically sick to even look at him. When Julien said he didn’t love Ivy, she almost breathed out a sigh of relief. Almost. Because then Julien began to say he didn’t know how he felt about Ivy. “No one means to get caught cheating,” she blurted out of her own thoughts. “Then you should have broken up with me. Not give me a reason, whatever, but pretending like everything was normal? Fucking me like you weren’t doing the same thing with Ivy? That’s fucked up,” Throughout the weekend, most of her sadness had been replaced with anger for the younger Schuester and her tone just kept getting more furious the more he spoke. She stepped back as he continued to talk, mentioning Ivy. “Yeah,” she scoffed, her lip beginning to quiver slightly. “I do deserve someone who doesn’t lie to me or sneak around. I asked you if there was something going on and you could have said yes,” she pointed out, pointing her index finger out at him. “You could have just said everything you’re telling me know,” she let out a heavy breath, before moving onto her next question. “Did you ever care about me?” She asked, finally turning her gaze to look at him. “Did you ever mean what you told me on Thursday? Because I did.”













