This is a flashback, obviously to when Rachel told Finn she was pregnant.

Finn

She was leaning against my locker when I came out of the library, dark brown hair spilling out against the metal door.

"Hey, Rach," I said, reaching to hug her. Something in her eyes wasn't right, though. They looked frozen. "Um… what's the matter?"

"I'm pregnant," she said.

It was like déjà vu all over again. Only this time, she was Rachel Berry, and I loved her, and yes, we'd actually had sex so it made more sense than Quinn's story. Still, I was numb for a few seconds.

"Wha – um – I – what? Wait – Rachel – what?" I fell back against the wall, trying to piece out what I was feeling.

"I'm so sorry, Finn," she whispered, reaching to lay a hand gently on my cheek. "I… I don't know what happened."

"Wait." I leaned closer, lowering my voice. "Wait, did it – you know – did it, um, break or something?"

"What?" She looked blankly at me. "Oh, no, I don't know."

"And you're… positive about this?"

"I took a pregnancy test this morning. I was really hoping it wasn't true but it was. I don't know what we're going to do!"

Calm down, I told myself. It would be different this time. For one, Puck was in juvie for the hundredth time, so it was definitely mine. And we were seniors now. We could handle this better than me and Quinn did. And Rachel needed me right now. Her lower lip was quivering and I knew she was going to burst into tears at any moment, so instead I took both her hands in one of mine.

"It'll be okay," I said, nodding in an attempt to reassure myself. "Look, we'll tell my mom. She and Burt will be really good about it. I promise I'll do it right, Rachel. I love you."

Those beautiful eyes gazed up at me. "Y-you really mean that?" she said, and I could feel her body relax a little.

"Yeah, I do," I said, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her forehead gently. "I promise."

But two days later and I was re-thinking all of this. Granted, I didn't have to put up with constant insults, so that was a plus. Unfortunately, my plan to tell Mom about it didn't go so well, as she decided to freak out and suggest that Rachel come live with us. I knew she meant well, but there was that unspoken question: were we going to keep it?

I didn't want to upset Rachel, especially since she had yet to tell her dads, but it was really getting to me. I didn't want to talk to anybody in Glee for fear of Rachel becoming even more disliked, and Mr. Schue was working through a lot with Emma, so I was pretty much on my own. Don't get me wrong: I felt proud. I knew that Rachel loved me, and god, I'd do anything for that girl. The fact that she was having my – our – baby meant the world to me.

But we were just eighteen. We couldn't be expected to raise a child… could we?

Thankfully, just when I was about to have a mental breakdown, Rachel spoke up.

We were lying down on my bed; I'd just come home and crashed after football practice. When I woke up, her hand was intertwined in mine and she was leaning against my shoulder.

"Hey," she said softly.

"Hi," I replied, leaning in for a kiss. She backed away, though, holding out her hand between us.

"No, wait, Finn."

"What is it?"

"I… I'm such an idiot." She slid out of bed and started pacing.

"Rach, no, don't – you're not an idiot!" I moved so I was sitting up, and wiped sleep from my eyes.

"Finn, I've tried to convince myself, I really have, but I have to face the truth. We have to face the truth. We can't raise a baby. I mean, my dads don't even know, and I don't know how that'll work out, but we can't do it."

"I know," I said, sighing. "But I… I love her already, Rachel. She's a part of you, a part of us."

"I know. Me too." She took my hand again. "We have to put her up for adoption."

"Why?" I asked dumbly. "I mean, how?"

"Yes. That's it!" Rachel took on that crazed look she always did when an idea was occurring to her. "This is perfect. I'm too ambitious, don't you understand? I don't want to raise her on the go. That's not fair to anyone. She'll probably try to find me someday, but what if I'm like Shelby and – and she hates me?" Her voice got much smaller. "Oh, Finn, we have to make it so she can't find me. As much as it would kill us, it's for the best. She can live a good life without stressing about who we are or what we're doing. Right?"

"I… I mean, I guess…" I couldn't help but feel a little disappointment. Sure, I was clumsy, and to be honest I'd never actually held a baby, but I felt like she'd be just perfect. And this time I wasn't going to sing to a sonogram. That was with Quinn. This baby deserved much better than that. Right then, I knew that no matter what, wherever I was, she'd always be a part of me. I'd always love her, and be there for her, even when she didn't know it. "It's okay," I said quietly to Rachel. "It'll be fine. We'll give her up for adoption."

"I love you, Finn," she whispered, and when I said "I love you too" it was the most I'd ever meant it.

So did you like it? Next chapter I think it'll be either another flashback from Rachel, or Finn's letter to Allie.