This is my first Fanfic, and I do not have a beta. I originally planned on this being a one shot, but if there is enough interest, I'm thinking about writing more chapters to follow. I hope that you enjoy!

Also, I do not own Glee or the characters of this story in any way shape or form.

~Carolyn


The young man of about twenty five years of age walked into his apartment with a smile on his face. He carefully lifted his jacket onto the coat hanger beside the door frame, and slipped his shoes onto the mat directly under it. The apartment was small, but it was his. He had owned the apartment for almost six years now. When he had moved back to Lima, he had refused to move back in with his mom and step dad. The man's father had died when the boy was too young to remember, only leaving behind a few pictures. And as for his mother, she would have done anything to make her child happy as he was growing up, but she had always felt guilty about having to play both the mother and father role in the boy's life. He was more than thankful for his mother, and she was one of the most important people in his life. The only thing his mother had ever wanted was to make him feel normal, and for the most part, she had. He remembered being introduced to his step father in high school when his mom was only dating the man. He had been bitter towards the man for the longest time, but had grown to love the man and accept him as the deserving step father that he was.

As he poured himself a quick drink from the filtered water jug, the man smiled. Every time it occurred to him that this apartment was no longer his, it made his whole face light up; it was theirs'. His girlfriend of three years had finally agreed to move in with him. Everything he had worked for in the past couple years was no longer only his; he shared it all with his beautiful girlfriend. They had been together during his high school years, but they had drifted apart due to mistakes on both ends of the relationship. He had been so focused on another girl that would eventually prove to be horrible, and on the other side, his girlfriend was jealous and too easily manipulated by some alcohol and compliments. It had taken several years, but the two had finally made their way back to what they called normal. Their reunion was one that was neither planned or wanted at the time, but slowly became something that both people were extremely thankful for. It had been a bad time in both of their lives, and together they overcame and pulled through.

The man sighed in pleasure as he downed his glass of water, and then placed it in the dish pile. His white shirt that hung loosely on his toned body was covered in black grease, and he slowly took it off from over his head. Connected to the kitchen was a small laundry room, and he threw the shirt into the machine, starting it with his other dirty work clothes from the week. He had been working on vehicles at his step father's mechanic shop, and he always came home dirty. As he left the laundry room and re-entered the kitchen, he found his girlfriend standing next to the counter, bawling her eyes out and still dressed in her pajamas. He observed the girl carefully as he walked closer to her. He noticed her golden curls had not been brushed through at all, and she had not bothered to put on any make up. Although she looked as if she felt like she was on her death bed, the man thought she had never looked more beautiful.

When he had left this morning, she had been sick, and he had instructed her to stay in bed all day and rest. He had figured she had come down with a virus, but he had not expected to come home to her being so distressed. "Sweetie, what's wrong?" He asked her, picking her up effortlessly by the hips and placing her on the counter, to be eye level with him. He tipped her chin up towards him, forcing her to make eye contact. The pain etched on her face was slowly making him feel sick. "What happened, babe? Tell me. Please?"

After a few minutes of the girl choking on her tears and trying to look away, he finally leaned forward to close the space between the two and press his soft lips against her even softer, silkier lips that he loved so much. When he finally pulled away, he tried a little smile aimed at her, hoping to encourage her. Finally, she broke down and looked passed his frame a little bit. "F-Finn… I'm pregnant." She whispered to him.

Although they were the only two in the room, the words seemed to echo around them. He ran his right hand through his dark brown hair as his vision became cloudy. The words spun in his head, and he probably looked mortified. Pregnant. That meant he was going to be a father. The situation seemed all too familiar. "Is it… is the baby mine?" He knew his question would not make anything better immediately, but he had to ask. They had had this conversation once before, and he knew she wouldn't lie again. The question earned him a glare he knew he deserved, but was relieved when she nodded at him, staring him straight in the eyes. Just in the connection where hazel met brown, he automatically knew that this was real. The baby was his. They were no longer in high school, and their childish games were completely over.

After that, he let out a ferocious laugh and pulled her to him, pressing her body against his toned chest and abs, and he spun her around. "Why are you crying, sweetie? We can handle this. We're going to be fine, it's you and me, it's us, Quinn. And I'll be here for you. I mean it, I'm here every step of the way. I love you, and I love our baby."

Her legs were now wrapped around his waist, and he spun her around once more, but then stopped in fear of making her sick. He clumsily started to make his way to their room. As he laid the girl down and covered her mouth with his, he could only smile at her with the dopey smile he knew she loved. The only things that he could even comprehend at the moment were the last words that left his mouth for the next few hours." Quinn…You make me the happiest man in the world."


"Damn it!" The man screamed through the house, slamming his hand into the kitchen counter. He slowly doubled over and held his head in both of his hands, trying to hold back the tears he so badly wanted to release. He had received a call at work that he had begun to think was never going to happen. He was being deployed. He had to quit his job at the mechanic shop, and leave his beloved pregnant girlfriend behind for an unscripted amount of time.

After high school, it had seemed that everyone had made plans to start their life, except him. His best friend had moved to Los Angeles, and his girlfriend had plans of moving to New York. This had left Finn beyond confused. He knew there was more of a life for him in LA, where he could help his buddy clean pools upon arrival, but he couldn't just leave his girlfriend either. Eventually, the time came and he had to make a decision; he chose New York. He moved in with his girlfriend and step brother for free, much to his dismay. He had felt useless and pathetic when he stayed at home every day doing nothing while Rachel was at NYADA and Kurt was off finding a job..

Getting fed up with doing absolutely nothing, Finn searched the city of New York and started working at a coffee shop. He was a good worker, and they gave Finn so many hours that he finally felt preoccupied and actually had fun with his job. Five months flew by, and before Finn realized it, he and Rachel barely even saw each other. They were dating, and they lived in the same apartment, but he couldn't even remember the last time they had a conversation that consisted of more than a passing greeting. He realized that if he wanted to keep his relationship alive, he was going to have to do something more than just say hello.

That night, he knew that Rachel would be studying for finals, so he took it upon himself to search New York City for the best vegan restaurant around. After searching for the perfect dinner for his girlfriend, he finally ordered and waited for the food to be prepared. It only took about fifteen minutes, and before he knew it, he was on his way back to the apartment that he had cohabitated for about six months now. As he struggled with opening the door, he mumbled some curse words until he finally jammed the right key into the tiny hole and the door sprung open. The sight that he was greeted with was not one that he had ever imagined coming home too.

The food that Finn was holding was dropped to the ground, food exploding inside of the bag. "What the hell is going on?" The man blinked a few times, trying to register the sight in front of him. At the moment, Rachel was searching frantically for her shirt while the man next to him was shoving his legs through the openings in his discarded pants. Finn was sometimes unobservant, but there was no denying what he had walked in on. Rachel was staring at him, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to talk to him, but found herself without words.

"Forget it Rach, I'm out of here." Finn threw his key across the room, hitting the wall opposite of him before he stormed to his room. Within five minutes, he had packed all of his belongings away. Noticing that everything he owned fit in a small duffel bag, Finn only became angrier. Everything in this apartment belonged to Rachel because he had bought it for her. He had made her his life, and his reward had been getting cheated on. Composing himself with one final deep breath, Finn grabbed his duffel and tried to leave the apartment for the last time. Just as he was shutting the door behind him, a small hand reached out and grabbed onto him for dear life.

"Finn, please stop. You're making a big mistake!" Rachel's voice pleaded with him to turn around and stay, but Finn wasn't so sure.

"I'm making a big mistake? Rachel, I just caught you cheating on me. We're done. I'm no-" Rachel reached up on her toes and silenced him with a kiss. It took a few seconds for Finn to register what was happening before he gently batted her body away.

Rachel's eyes filled with tears and she shook her head at him. "No, you don't understand! I thought you were working the late shift tonight and… and… he's just a friend. Brody is only a friend. He's helping me with my acting skills. I need to know how to get into character. He was just helping me Finn, that's it. You're so overreacting!" The words that Rachel spewed at him only hurt more. He would have been fine to just leave and never look back, but what he was hearing was too much bullshit to just leave alone.

"No, Rachel, you don't understand. You just cheated on me. And justifying it by saying you were getting into character only makes it worse." Finn shook his head, not even sure how she believed it was a credible explanation. "I asked off early so I could travel the city and find you expensive vegan food. I was going to surprise you, I had it all planned out. You ruined this Rachel, not my reaction. You and me… we're done. I'm not doing this with you anymore. Go be with… Brody." He turned around again and walked into the street, leaving Rachel for the last time.

He had returned back to Lima and entered the military. Those were his plans before Rachel, and now that he wasn't being dragged around a giant city with her, he was able to do what he wanted for once. Finn had went through all of the training and had fully expected to be shipped overseas, but in the last minute, the division he was a part of was told they weren't needed, and they were sent home. There had always been a chance that they would be needed again, but they had never been told when.

He was going to miss so much, and he had promised to be with her every step of the way of this pregnancy, and now he was leaving her. Finn felt like in all of his relationships with Quinn, he had always broken his promises. He had promised her his love in high school, and then started ignoring her for Rachel while he was still dating Quinn. He did not blame himself for Quinn cheating on him with Puck, but he knew that he didn't prevent it either. He had promised to be there for her when they tried another relationship during their Junior year of high school, and once again he found himself dumping her at a funeral, of all places. And now that they were in a serious relationship with a baby on the way, he found himself breaking what was perhaps the most important promise he had ever made.

He heard small footsteps come in from behind him, and then stop a few steps away. His red, puffy eyes looked up, being met with her beautiful hazel eyes questioning him, and her right eye brow arching above the other. "I'm being deployed. Quinn." He whispered the words, not being able to reach her eyes anymore. Finn turned away, blankly staring out the kitchen window in order to avoid her eyes. If she was crying, he would never forgive himself. He had always promised himself he would serve his country in any circumstance without any regrets, but he hated leaving her and his family behind.

Quinn didn't say anything at all, and that's what scared Finn the most. He knew she was scared to death, but he didn't know what to say. He opened his mouth to apologize to her profusely, but all that came out was a gargled sob from his throat, and Finn found tears making their way down his cheeks. The next thing Finn knew, Quinn's slender arms were wrapped around his large body. Her delicate hand rubbed circles on his back in a soothing mannor. She pulled his head into the crook of her neck and quietly whispered into his ear, "We're going to be fine, it's you and me, it's us, Finn. We will get through this." A week ago, he had been holding his pregnant girlfriend in his arms telling her it would be okay, but today, the roles were reversed.


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