I'm kind of saddened that this story hasn't had the following my Sam/Rachel ones had, lol. No worries, I love the idea of the four of them going to New York together, so for my faithful readers who agree, I won't abandon you. Get ready for Finn's big secret reveal though. I hadn't planned on this coming out so soon, but my head had other ideas, as did these characters.

Blaine eyed the picnic basket lying haphazardly on the floor near the kitchen. He could hear Finn whistling in the kitchen as he patiently waited for Kurt. He and Kurt were going to see an art exhibit that was just opening for a friend Blaine had met through his internship, but they were never going to make it on time if Kurt didn't stop primping. Blaine shook his foot, tapping his fingers nervously on the arm of the couch as he continued to wait. He fought the urge to yell for Kurt as he watched Finn exit the kitchen, heaving the picnic basket into his arms. Finn stopped at the front door, looking around the apartment in confusion, before setting the basket back down and sprinting down the short hallway that led towards the bedrooms. He came back carrying a red and black blanket, which he draped over his shoulder, before opening the door and lifting the basket once again.

"A picnic?" Kurt asked, stopping just shy of the living room. Finn turned to his brother, trying to balance the basket in one arm. "That's how you plan on patching things up with Rachel?"

"What's so wrong with a picnic?" Blaine asked from his position on the couch. Finn smiled at his brother's boyfriend before furrowing his brows at Kurt.

"Yeah, what's so wrong with a picnic?" Finn repeated.

"Well, while it's certainly a nice gesture, it doesn't necessarily scream 'let's make up'. It seems like more of a date, Finn." Kurt crossed his arms.

"I can't exactly afford to take her to a Broadway show." Finn huffed, the basket growing heavier in his arms by the second. He hadn't realized packing all that food and eating utensils, not to mention a radio, would weigh the basket down so much.

"Kurt, why don't you let Finn figure this out on his own." Blaine was at Kurt's side, slipping his arm around Kurt's shoulder and leading him towards the door.

"I was merely going to offer friendly suggestions." Kurt protested, stopping as he spotted Rachel standing behind Finn in the doorway, a small stack of papers and magazines ladled in her hands. "Rachel, what are you doing home so early?"

"Mrs. De Luca had to take the children to an appointment, so she said I could have the afternoon off." She quickly stuffed one of the papers into an open envelope, shoving the lone envelope into her purse. Rachel slipped past the boys, seemingly unaware of the picnic basket Finn was holding, dropping the other items on the dining room table.

"We better get going Kurt before we miss Gabriel's exhibit." Blaine cleared his throat, trying to catch Kurt's attention. Kurt nodded quickly, slipping out the door on the heels of his boyfriend. Finn sighed heavily, setting the basket back down on the floor. He wondered if the sandwiches he had made were now flat and misshaped. Closing the door behind him, he followed Rachel down the hall to their bedroom.

"I thought maybe we could have a picnic today." Finn called out as he picked up his pace down the hall.

"A picnic?" She questioned, rummaging through a dresser drawer. It was the first words the two had spoken since their argument the night before. Rachel dangled a pair of yoga pants in the air before rushing past Finn and into the bathroom in the hall. Finn plopped down on the bed, knocking over Rachel's purse in the process. He was frustrated at his apparent lack of ability to make the situation between him and Rachel any better. He gathered up her wallet, a tube of chapstick and a crumpled envelope that had fallen out. Just before he stuffed it back into her purse, he caught a glimpse of an unfamiliar scrawl on the envelope. He pulled the envelope back out, reading the words that were scribbled on the front. Finn Hudson, followed by his mailing address here in New York. He ran his thumb over the return address. Brooklyn College. He fumbled with the envelope, yanking the paper out, his heart beating fast in his chest. His eyes scanned over the words before remembering that the envelope was already open, meaning that Rachel had seen it. She had read every word in the letter. His head was quickly becoming foggy, so foggy he didn't notice Rachel standing in the doorway.

"When were you going to tell me?" She asked, a frown prominently pasted on her mouth.

Finn's mouth was dry, his lips felt cracked as he tried to part them to say something, anything at this point. Rachel folded her arms, leaning against the bedroom doorframe, awaiting his response.

"I, uh, I had planned on telling you." Finn said, hoarsely.

"When, Finn? This is a secret you shouldn't have kept from me." Rachel shook her head.

"I know, Rach, and I'm sorry. Believe me when I say I truly am, but after last night, I just knew we had to get over that hurdle first." Finn pleaded.

"I'm so disappointed in you Finn." Rachel whispered. "I thought I'd never have to say that to you." She shook her head again.

"I knew you would be; that's part of the reason I hadn't told you yet." He sighed, his head falling into his hands.

"Not getting into school is one thing." Rachel stomped towards the bed, scooping up her purse in her arms. "But getting in and then deciding to drop out?"

"I just think it's for the best right now." Finn knew nothing he said was going to make her understand. "I'll go back later."

"Is this because of the band?" Rachel asked, pointedly.

"Yes and no." Finn finally looked up at her. "The band has been getting some really good attention lately, which the guys say should have us on the road traveling for gigs before you know it."

Finn's eyes softened as he watched Rachel stare at him, a hardened expression on her face.

"New York is your big dream, Rach. Playing football at OSU was mine and well that didn't happen, did it?" His words stung Rachel; she knew how heartbroken he had been. "Playing the drums is something else I really love to do. I knew in my heart I couldn't commit to the band and school full time. Something had to give and right now it's going to be school."

"But what if the band doesn't take off? What if you're still playing at local bars two years from now?" She asked.

"I'll deal with that if it happens. It's a chance I'm willing to take at this point…" Finn reached for her hand. Rachel dropped her purse on the floor, stretching her arm out and squeezing her hand around his. "For our future."

Rachel smiled. She was still hurt that Finn kept this from her, but she realized he was right. She had never wanted anyone to hold her back from her dreams and she certainly wasn't about to hold him back from his. MaybeI'vebeenalittleselfish, she thought, alwaysthinkingofmydreamsandputtingFinn'sonthebackburner.

"Our future." She whispered, a wide grin on her face. She really liked the sound of that.

And for all the Klaine fans, I promise they'll have more time front & center soon. Thanks for reading! Oh and Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukah & Happy Kwanza!