This is my third story on here. I want to thank you for all the responses on my last one shot! I'm glad everybody enjoyed it. I'm starting to get more creative with my writing, and to seperate my stories from the regular storylines. I want my stories to be different than everyone elses. There's many ways to write about when it comes to Finn and Quinn, since they are both amazing characters. I'm not totally in love with Finn right now, though. I hope Ryan Murphy can revive him for the sake of his viewers.

So this story is set in the future after high school and college.

Finn continued to fold his clothes stuffing it in his suitcases while Rachel leaned in the doorway, their daughter screaming and crying in her arms. Rachel had her hair tied in a messy bun, her lips a bright red from her last show with a cream coloured robe wrapped around her body. Her face was expressionless, her lips pursed. Finn could feel her eyes watching his every move, the tension building in the room. He sighed, putting down one of his shirts before he turned around to face her.

"Why?" Rachel's voice cracked, tears starting to flood her vision.

"I just can't do this anymore, Rachel. This isn't what i'm suppose to be doing. This isn't what I pictured doing after high school." Finn spoke softly, stepping closer to her.

"But I thought you loved being at my shows, watching me perform. I thought you loved me." Rachel's voice started to rise.

"I do love you! But this isn't me. Performing on stage every night is what you love to do. It's your life. Not mine. I need to do something that I love. I need to do something with my life. I can't just stand backstage every night watching you sing for the rest of my life." He said, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "When I turned down that coaching job back in Ohio to move to New York with you so you could be on Broadway, I thought I could handle it. But I just can't."

"Then what about your daughter, huh? What about her? You're just going to leave and forget about her?" She yelled, slapping his hand away.

Finn took a glance at his 6 month old daughter, Barbara. Rachel had demanded that when she was born that she needed to be named after her inspiration and idol, much to his annoyance. He really loved his daughter, and couldn't imagine what his life would have been like without her. When he reached down to take her from Rachel's arms, Rachel backed up and shielded their daughter from him. She didn't want him anywhere near her any longer.

"Fine! Leave, Finn! Leave! Forget about everything we've been through together, and never come back! When you realize what a big mistake you've made, don't expect me to just open my arms and let you back in my life! And don't worry about Barbara. I'll be a good mother and raise her myself, not that you were ever a good father anyway." She yelled at him.

Finn's face turned red. Finn was a lot of things. Oblivious, a rambler, clueless, and gullible, but a bad father was not one of them. He stayed up all night making sure Barbara was fed and safe, he changed her, and drove her to daycare every morning when Rachel had to leave early to practice for that night's show. He was always there when Rachel wasn't. He often regreted ever marrying her. Maybe his life would have been happier, fuller, and calmer. He left everything behind so she could fulfill her lifelong dreams. And what does he get? This.

Finn turned and stormed back to his suitcase, packing up the last of his clothes and items. He zipped it up, pushing past her as he raced down the stairs. He met with the waiting taxi outside their home, and got into the backseat as the taxi driver put his stuff in the trunk. His eyes met with Rachel's who was standing just outside the front door. Finn's mouth turned into a small smile to his daughter, mouthing an 'I love you'. He knew that when Barbara was older, she would have no memory of this. But Finn would. He felt guilty that he would no longer be able to see his daughter every morning, hear her cries, and hear her adorable giggle. He would miss her first school recital, never to get meet her first boyfriend, and never to get to experience the day and emotions of her first day of school. He was sorry that he and Rachel never ended up having the happily ever after he dreamed of, and that he didn't feel those butterflies with her that he use to feel in high school.

He snapped out of his thoughts when a low, husky voice asked him where he needed to go.

"The airport, please." He answered, letting out a loud breath.

It was 7:54 A.M. when he landed back in the small town of Lima, Ohio. He picked up his suitcases from the pick-up zone, and took another taxi downtown where he knew his former best friend lived. He watched the cars pass by through the window, and it almost amazed him that he had forgotten how different Lima was from New York. In New York, the streets were always filled with people, you having to push past them in order to actually get anywhere. The road was always jampacked with cars and taxi's, beeping their horns at each other. Lima, however, was much quieter. Less people, less traffic. About half an hour later, he was dropped off in front of a small house. He thanked and paid the driver, getting his suitcases out of the trunk and walking up to ring the doorbell. After a few moments he heard a grunt and the door swung open. There stood his high school best friend, Noah Puckerman.

Puck looked surprised and shocked to see him. Puck looked exactly the same, but maybe just a tad taller. Finn opened his mouth to speak, ready to give a long explanation as to why he was here without a phone call at 8:30 in the morning, but with one look he knew he didn't have to. Puck looked at his suitcases and grinned.

"Finally made the great escape, huh?" He chuckled, pulling his best friend into a tight hug.