So sorry for the wait! But this makes up for it I guess. My USB crashed, and lost all my confidence and then I decided to write it again.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anythign and never will.

"Play cool," Finn murmured as he saw the pretty, young girl, the spitting image of her mother. He pulled out his cell and dialed Rachel's number

"Hello?" A sleepy voice on the other end replied.

"Rachel," Finn said flatly. "I'm at the kindergarten, Claire's there. She's alone. There's no one else."

"You're at the WHAT?" Rachel asked sharply. She calmed down and did some breathing exercises. "Okay, can you pick her up?"

"She doesn't even know me!"

"How long has she been standing there," Rachel asked. Her voice was muffled as if she was eating something.

"It's been twelve minutes," Finn replied.

"Pick her up please," Rachel sighed, "I don't want to leave Quinn alone in the apartment."

"If I pick her up and I bring her home," Finn argued, "Then I have to see Quinn."

"Exactly," Rachel said, matter-of-fact.

"You want me to talk to her?" Finn asked, shocked. "Do you want me to kill myself?"

"You NEED to talk," Rachel said smoothly, still eating whatever made her sound so happy and muffled at the same time.

"You're trying to make me talk to her," Finn said. Rachel made a 'duh' sound through the phone. "Why?"

"Well, because you guys were a cute couple." Rachel replied. "I was jealous. I thought I liked you, but I was wrong, we didn't work out. Yu guys, however, cuter than Claire."

"She's Puck's daughter, not mine." Finn protested defensively.

"Just bring her home," Rachel sighed, "You do have my address, right?"

"Yeah," Finn said, "I'll bring her back. But if she refuses to follow me, then I'm calling you."

"Sure, let me just finish my ice cream first," Rachel said. "Oh, you did shave did you? You looked like a barbarian with that beard."

"Goodbye Rachel."

Claire sat down on the floor. Neither her uncles or aunts were here. Aunt Rachel wasn't here. Mr. Shue wasn't here. And her mother as always wasn't here. She sighed sadly and pulled out a picture from her backpack. Claire unrolled it and laid it on the lap of her sunshine yellow dress. It was a picture of her mom, but instead of the sad expression and mournful green eyes, it was based on a picture her aunt Rachel showed her. From before Claire came. The drawing of course was nto up to par with the photo, but Claire considered it something wonderful.

For she had never seen her mother before with shining eyes, a happy, coy smile on her face and short red and white dress.

Suddenly Claire heard footsteps, she saw a tall man walking towards her. He looked nervous but Claire still smiled at him.

"Hello," she said, "Who are you?"

The nervous man, instantly relaxed. He sat down with her and looked briefly, albeit sadly, at the drawing in her lap.

"My name's Finn. I was a friend of your mom's." The man said. He had a certain emphasis on was. But Claire didn't care. She laughed happily.

"Are you here to take me home? Because no one else is here." Her expression was curious and inquisitive.

"Umm," Finn said, "I better check with your teacher."

Just as he said those words Ms. Lanningham, the kindergarten teacher Finn used to have a case of puppy love about, walked out to them and saw him.

"Ahh, Finn Hudson," she said, her voice with a hint of disgrace. She was definitely older and less prettier than Finn remembered. "Come here, finally?"

He was bewildered. "She doesn't know who's the father, she's just believing the old rumors," he realized.

"Yeah, it's me," he said in a high, uncomfortable voice, "Can I take her?"

Ms. Lanningham looked from Claire to him. Then she sighed, "Have you cleared it up with her mother?"

"Uh, yeah, I just called them a few minutes ago and they said it was fine," He hesitated.

"No, I mean have you cleared it up with her mother yet?"

"That...no," Finn replied.

"Okay," Ms. Lanningham paused. "You may go."

Claire gleefully sprang up and grabbed his hand. He led her slowly out of the school, with one last look at Ms. Lanningham, shaking her head.

DING! DONG!

The doorbell rang, more ominous than ever. Finn stood with Claire in front of the door, anxious to see the sight of her mother, angry as ever, not at her daughter, but at him. It felt as if there was the dark, serious Latin chanting behind him, as he heard the doors unlock and slowly open, creaking a little.

"Hey Finn," he was greeted by the sight of Rachel, still in her pajamas, eating a melted tub of ice cream.

"Aunt Rachel!" Claire screamed loudly and hugged Rachel's pink pjs. "Is mommy home?"

"Yes, Claire. She made enough money to keep someone like you all warm and healthy," Rachel smiled. "You can come on in and go talk to her."

Claire ran inside happily still holding the drawing.

"I-I-I guess I should go," Finn stuttered. He started off, until Rachel gave a rude, sharp whistle.

"I was talking to you."

"Ohh crap!"

"WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE?"

Quinn had just awoken, hugged her daughter, saw Finn, asked her daughter to go to the bathroom, then yelled those six words. In that order.

When you see your first love for once in over four years, you usually expect something happy, joke about the old times, congratulate about finishing college, getting married or having a baby. But this reaction was one, Finn completely expected.

"Rachel told me to do it," he said quickly.

"You guys need to talk." Rachel said sharply. She left the living room and waited for Claire to come out of the bathroom, still holding her tub of ice cream.

They sat down on the couch, staring straight ahead at Rachel in her own musical. It was the last show she did, before settlign back in Ohio.

Quinn sighed and turned off the television and the tape player. She turned to Finn and sighed. He looked exactly the same a little rounder but it looked like he worked out a lot in one day, but he smelled...of aftershave. Did he really have to be here? Now? On one of her happiest days. It was just too painful.

"Get out." She said quietly.

"I'm gonna be on the roof if you need me," he said, completely ignoring her.

"Get out." She said again, a little louder.

"I'm not going to return to my apartment tonight. I'll be on the roof."

"Get out!" She said, her voice brittle and fragile.

"Because, for just tonight, I'm going to wait.'

"Get out!" She yelled.

"And is just tonight, doesn't work, then I guess I'll leave."

"Get out." She said, softly this time, nearly to tears.

Finn stood up and walked towards the last time he turned around to say something.

"Do you still sing?"

"Yes," she nodded, tears rolling down her face.

He closed the door.

That night, it was raining heavily. Quinn was in her room playing a few chords on her guitar.

She couldn't sleep, Claire however, snoozed happily in a smaller bed next to hers.

The rain split splattered against the glass of her window. It fell down fast, disappearing faster.

She wondered why he had come. To mock me? To steal Claire away from me? She's not even his daughter! Quinn sighed. She fought the urge all night to go outside to the roof.

Or maybe, she thought, no. No. That can't be why he's here.

Was he still on the roof? He couldn't be. Because if he was that meant only one thing.

He loved her.

But, what about Claire? Quinn looked over at her sleeping daughter. She liked him right?

Claire is my daughter and my daughter alone, she thought firmly.

"Look," she murmured, "If you want to go to the roof, go there. If you don't, don't."

Part of her wanted to go. Part of her thought it was too painful.

The rain hit the glass and vanished.

"He's probably getting sick." She said quietly, "But you shouldn't care about that."

Or maybe you should.

Suddenly she saw a flash of light and a loud crackle. Quinn jumped and put on her old sneakers. She opened her small closet and grabbed a hoodie. Quietly, Quinn tiptoed outside.

"I am such an idiot," she told herself. Slowly she went outside and locked the door. Quinn clabered up the stairs slowly until she made way to the roof. Opening the door, she stuck a hesitant foot outside.

Gathering all her nerve she pushed her way through.

Surpisingly she wasn't wet.

A large tarp hung over her, shielding her from the rain, lightning and thunder. She saw Finn sitting downat the edge of the building, not scared that he was hanging five stories above the ground. Quinn made her way and sat next to him.

He turned and saw her. "Qui-"

She didn't let him finish and covered his mouth with hers.

It lasted eighty three seconds. When they pulled apart. She gave a small smile.

Back in the apartment, Claire suddenly awoke. She looked over to her right. Mommy wasn't there, but she was too tired to react. Instead she looked at the photo Aunt Rachel gave her. The one of when Mommy was a young teenager. Smiling, laughing, in a red uniform.

Claire closed her eyes and fell asleep.

For it was tonight that the girl who lost everything smiled again. And her daughter somehow knew she was happy.

BUT WAIT THAT'S NOT THE END OF IT!

Third chapter's coming soon (hopefully not another wait). I really hope you guys still enjoy this.

-Kate