This is a Finchel fanfic. The premise of the story, as will be revealed later, is that Rachel and Finn have a baby together, a little girl. However, Rachel is too ambitious and believes that it wouldn't be fair to keep her. Without actually sending them, the girl, Rachel,andFinn all write letters to each other (Rachel and Finn to their daughter), none of them aware that they're doing. This fic will be interspersed with flashbacks as well.

I don't know how to start this letter. You're not my mom and dad, not really. You're not my friends. You're… I don't know who you are.

My therapist told me to write this letter. She says that I've spent my entire life being mad at you for leaving me, when I can't jump to conclusions about the circumstances around my birth. So I decided that I should do this, even though I don't want to at all.

Oh, hell, what am I thinking? It's not like you'll ever read this. Maybe I should introduce myself first, like it's the first time we're meeting.

Hi. My name is Almana Lewis. I make people call me Allie, though, except my grandparents. I'm fifteen years old and I'm a sophomore in school. I live in the northeast, but I won't say where because I don't want you to know me that well.

Maybe I should just quit beating around the bush and get to the damn point.

I'm mad at you. More than mad. I'm really, really pissed off that you left me. Why in the world would you leave me? Did you know that I'm a pretty good singer? Yeah. But I suck at dancing. Based on genetics, that's probably your fault. One of you was a good singer, I bet.

And I'm not ugly, you know. I mean, I'm not blond and gorgeous or anything, and I'm kind of on the short side, but I'm not hideous. Why would you leave me? I'm fairly talented and I like to think I'm a good person, even if I can be selfish sometimes. So why did you leave me? Why would you want to leave me?

Ugh, there I go again. Whenever things get serious, I always end up becoming this arrogant bitch. I'm really not like that. And okay, you'd better not tell anyone I said this, but I know I'm really insecure. And it's probably all your fault.

I hate you. But I love you. It's so screwed up. I don't understand it. It's like… just walking down the street, I feel like there's this invisible string that's tugging at me, and that string is connected to you. I have so many questions for you.

I said I was furious. I've definitely drawn pictures of you and ripped them to shreds. Inside, though, I'm just this hurt little girl. I know you gave me what you thought I needed. I guess I probably wouldn't have had a good life if I stayed with you. But why didn't you just give me a chance?

Maybe I should just ask my questions and get this over with.

Okay. My first question, before the big one, is if you two are still together. Are you? I'd feel awful if I knew that you guys broke up because of me. I've seen all the teen dramas and while I know they're mostly made up of shallow drama queens who feel compelled to live vicariously through on-screen Barbie dolls, it always makes me wonder. What was your relationship like? How did you two even meet? What happened? Was I a mistake? Did you really love each other? Did you love me? I don't know if I could stand it if I thought I was the result of a one-night stand between two brainless populars.

My second question is the big one. WHY? Why did you leave me? What happened to make you decide that? Did you ever consider, you know… abortion? Did you know, when you were pregnant, that you were going to put me up for adoption?

I don't understand. You gave me an okay life. I'm a good student, and like I said, I'm good at singing. I played the lead in our high school production of West Side Story, which is a first for a sophomore. My parents aren't too bad either. I mean, my mom is kind of a control freak, but I can live with that. My dad's really cool. But all the time, when I'm really mad at them, which happens a lot because of hormones or some shit, I always want you. I imagine that you come to me, and you hold me in your arms, and tell me that everything is going to be okay. Is that really too much to ask?

All I want is a name. All I want is a picture. Was it in purpose that you didn't tell the hospital anything about me? You didn't fill out any paperwork, and they won't even let me see your last name. Are you guys married? Do I have siblings?

God, I have so many questions. And they're never going to be answered. I hate you and I love you. I hate you because you caused me pain, and I love you because you're in my blood and why shouldn't I?

You know one of the dumbest things about this? It's that what bugs me the most is that nobody I know looks like me. Everyone around me, they have siblings or cousins or something that they can be like, "Oh, she has my nose" or "Oh, look, she and my brother and I have the same eyes!" Not me. That's why a picture would mean so much. It'd be like I finally understood where I came from and who gave me this face and body.

I'm going to end this letter here, because I'm doing this in study hall and the bell's about to ring and I can't be late to rehearsal. I really don't see the point of this, except maybe I hate you a little less. Still… well, goodbye, whoever you are. I can't say that I love you, because that's cheesy, but I miss you. Is it possible to miss something you've never even had? I think it is.

Missing you,

Allie Lewis

So what did you think? Do you think I should continue with the next chapter being a flashback, and then maybe Rachel or Finn's letter to Allie? Please review!