Disclaimer: Never will I ever own Glee. I don't own Definitely, Maybe either.

Author's Note: Hola faithful readers! It's Jackie, back again with another story! I know this idea has been done lots of other times, but I assure you I am trying to make it as original as possible. Please review, I'll try to write again once I get three reviews on this chapter. All of the parts that take place in the future are in normal, all the flashbacks are italics and all songs are bold. Enjoy! ~Jackie

It's no secret that my life didn't turn out how I planned. Living in New York City with a beautiful eleven year old daughter and coaching a glee club wasn't exactly what I had thought I'd be doing. But my life with my daughter, Ava Barbra Berry, was as close to perfect as it could get. Ava reminded me so much of myself, from her looks to her voice to her personality. It had always been just the two of us, but we liked it that way. At least I thought we did. Until that damn school made Ava have her first sex ed lesson.

We just been sitting on the couch, watching Funny Girl for what felt like the millionth time, when she looked up at me. "If it takes a man and a woman to have a baby, how did Grandpa and Granddaddy have you? And how did Uncle Kurt and Uncle Blaine have Autumn?"

I paused the movie and looked to my daughter, who was curled up against my side, her arms wrapped around one of the pillows. "Well, Grandpa and Granddaddy had someone carry me for them. Uncle Kurt and Uncle Blaine did the same thing."

"So I have a grandmother?" Ava asked. "How come I've never met her."

That was a hard question to answer. "Well, sweetie…Grandma and I aren't exactly on good terms. I went through sixteen years of my life not knowing who she was and she never tried to have a relationship with me. It just hurt my feelings a little bit. I felt like I wasn't good enough."

Now Ava sat up straight, her lower lip jutted out. "So then why are you letting me go my whole life not knowing my dad if you went through the same thing with your mom?"

"Oh, Ava-"

"Don't 'Oh Ava' me!" She said in a tone that was an exact copy of my own. "How can you let me never know who he was? How come I have to go my life feeling like I wasn't good enough for him?"

I pulled Ava closer and kissed her forehead. "Sweetie, he loved you. We loved you. Never doubt that."

"It's just, everyone else has someone." Ava stammered. "Uncle Kurt has Uncle Blaine. Aunt Santana has Aunt Brittany. Aunt Quinn has that long distance boyfriend she always talks about. How come you don't have anyone?"

I shrugged. "I've been in love before. Your father and I just didn't work out." I put Ava's face in my hands and kissed her nose. "Tell you what? I'm going to tell you who your father is."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Except, I'm not going to tell you flat out. You have to guess. In my whole life, I've been in love with four people. They're all in the story, and you have to guess who is your dad. Sound like a plan?"

Ava nodded eagerly. "Yes! I'm so happy! I'm finally going to find out who my dad is!"

"Go get in your pajamas, and I'll come to start the story in a minute."

Ava quickly hugged me before running to her room. I sighed to myself as I turned off the TV and then went to finish the dinner dishes.

I knew telling this story wouldn't be easy. Whenever I thought of these four guys, the loves of my life, I always wondered about what could've been.

What if I hadn't cheated?

What if I hadn't chosen one of them?

What if I had made my choice sooner?

What if I hadn't gotten married?

What if I had married someone else?

…What if Ava had never been born?

I erased the last thought from my mind. I loved Ava more than anything. And sometimes I did miss her father, sometimes I wished he was there to see his daughter, to see how beautiful she was.

I closed the dish washer and dried my hands with a towel. No, he had chosen to leave his wife and baby. He had asked for the divorce. I hadn't forced him. That's why I had changed Ava's last name. It was his loss.

"Are you coming, Mom?" I heard Ava call from her room.

"Just a second, Ava." I replied, turning off the lights in the kitchen and family room, mentally preparing myself for a grueling trip down memory lane.

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