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Author's Note: So, I cannot even begin to say how sorry I am. I have had the worst writer's block in the history of writer's block, and no motivation whatsoever. So, please do not yell at me in the reviews. I'm a very busy girl right now. Be thankful that I forced myself to sit down and write this. I honestly have no idea where this story is going, so if you have any ideas as to what you think should happen, please tell me in either a review or a private message, because I want to finish. I will try to update The Next Generation as soon as I can crank another chapter out. Once again, my apologies. ~Jackie

"Do you want us to leave you alone?" Quinn asked.

"No," I said, at the same time Finn said, "Yes."

"We have a lot to talk about, Rachel," Finn remarked, and I wrung my hands.

"You're right," I sighed, unable to look at him. "You're right." I repeated.

Quinn, Brittany and Kurt backed out of the room, while Santana stayed in place for a long moment. "Santana," Finn mumbled, his eyes begging her to please give us some privacy.

She shook her head and turned to me. I knew she was waiting for me to speak. "It's okay, Santana," I assured her, and she frowned as she left the room. I looked up at Finn, who smiled a lopsided grin at me. "I missed you," He said.

"You left me," I blurted out.

Finn frowned and rubbed the back of his neck. "It's not like I had much of a choice," He said finally.

"Yes you did."

There was a pause, and then Finn patted the spot next to him. "Sit down," He said. "So we can talk,"

I obeyed orders, pressing my body up against Finn's. He was warm as he wrapped a strong arm around my shoulder, pulling me close and pressing a kiss into my hair. "I love you," He whispered. "I always have. But, after you cheated on me with Sam, I knew I couldn't be around you without getting hurt."

"I'm sorry," I told him, wishing I could just move away but not finding the strength to leave Finn's embrace. "I love you, I do. Do you know how much I regret that? How much I regret hurting you like I did?" I felt myself tear up, and I tried to fit it, but in the end I just couldn't and I started to cry for what felt like the millionth time since I lost Finn. "I lost you," I sobbed. "And it's all because of something stupid I did,"

"…Maybe you didn't lose me," Finn said. I looked up at him, my eyes watery and my vision partially blocked. "At least not yet,"

Then I crashed my lips against his, my salty tears mixing into the kiss. His lips were soft, smooth, just like I remembered. I had Finn back for the night.

When I woke up in the morning, we were in Finn's hotel room, him lying beside me, on his stomach. I reached out a hand and rubbed his back, pulling the sheet off and draw circles with my finger. As I got to his one shoulder blade, I saw something that hadn't been there before, three letters inked on the skin: 214.

"That's your flight number,"

I looked to Finn's face; apparently I had woken him up. Our eyes met. "What?"

He smiled at me. "The flight you took to New York? The one I tried to prevent you from getting on? That was Flight Number 214."

I frowned, but not because I was unhappy. Honestly, that was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me. Finn had gotten a permanent reminder of me etched onto him, to be there forever. "…Thank you," I said.

"You're welcome?" He laughed, as if he was unsure of what to say next.

Finally, I asked: "How long are you here for?"

Finn shrugged. "A little while, I opted to go to Saint John's instead of being sent to a military base. I still have some time to change my mind, but I don't think I'm going to; I'm going to stay right here with you."

I moved forward, so our noses touched, and kissed him. Then, we both fell back asleep, just like that.

When I woke up again, Finn was gone. His side of the bed was cold.

A few weeks later, I went to lunch with Kurt. "So," He said. "Your opening night is tomorrow. How does it feel?"

"How does what feel?" I asked, taking a bite of my salad.

"To know that in just over twenty four hours you'll be making your Broadway debut," He explained.

"Oh," I said, thinking about it. "Good, I guess. Even if I am really pissed at Jesse right now…" I shrugged; I wasn't going to let Jesse St. James stand in my way.

"I'm proud of you," Kurt said. "We're all proud of you,"

"Speaking of all," I remarked. "Didn't you say Quinn was going to come with us today?"

Kurt looked down and I saw him blush. "She wasn't feeling well…it's that time of the month for her, I think."

"…Oh," I said.

It was only then I realized that my own period hadn't come. I was late.

"I knew it!" Ava cried, excitement on her face. "Finn's my dad, isn't he? You were pregnant with me!"

I looked down, trying to think of how to break the news to Ava. "Sweetie…" I began. "That baby wasn't you,"

Dun dun dun! Review? Like I said, I need ideas. What do you think is going to happen? Also, if anyone here reads The Next Generation I will be writing the next chapter of that when I can find the time. Thanks!