Rachel slowly biked to Central Park, remembering what happened with Finn a few weeks before.

"I should go," He said.

"You don't have to. You can spend the night if you want," Rachel told him.

"It's too soon, Rachel. I just met you a week ago," He told her. "I'm sorry."

"You didn't do anything wrong, Finn," She sighed. The same thing that had happened to her best friend, Quinn, so many times was happening to her.

"I need to go," He kissed her cheek and left.

She couldn't believe anyone could do this to her and not even have the decency to call. But she was going to yell at him as much as she wanted and he wasn't going to have a say in it.

TWO DAYS EARLIER

"Rachel, are you okay?" Quinn walked into the bathroom.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Rachel turned on the sink so the water could drain what was in it.

"Did you just throw up?" She asked.

"No," Rachel lied.

"Rach, what happened on that date last week? You've been acting strange ever since," Quinn said.

"I told you. He took me out for dinner."

"Did you go home with him afterwards?" Quinn asked hesitantly.

"No," Rachel sighed. "He came home with me."

"And then?" Quinn questioned.

"We…" Rachel trailed off.

"Oh, Rachel," Quinn sighed and hugged Rachel. "Has he called?" Rachel began to cry as she shook her head. "Is that why you're puking?" Quinn asked.

"I'm pregnant," Rachel cried. "With a one-night stand."

"I'm so sorry, Rachel," She hugged her.

"It was amazing, Quinn. I had a great time. But he used me," Rachel bawled.

"If he met you at that play, he wouldn't have chosen you to use. He would've used me. I'm vulnerable and easy. You're strong," Quinn assured her. "You know that from all of the times it's happened already."

"For a second I actually thought he was worth it," Rachel cried. "And apparently he was just another football player."

"Oh…he was NFL guy? Not a good idea," Quinn told her. "They're not worth it, Rach."

"But he seemed so sweet," Rachel complained.

"I thought the same thing with Puckerman and we both know what happened there," Quinn shrugged, gesturing to the baby in the other room, sleeping in her crib. "I had a baby and he never treated me the same."

"No, I don't believe it until I hear it from him. He has to know and he's going to tell me that he won't leave me alone through this," Rachel told her.

"It was one night, Rach. Give it up."

"I'm pregnant, Quinn! I can't!" Rachel yelled.

"Fine, but you don't have my support on this," Quinn said as she left the bathroom.

"Crap," Rachel mumbled. That's when she sent the text.

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Finn walked to the bench in Central Park. Crazy football fans were surprisingly still wide awake, staring at him.

"Finn?" He heard her voice say from behind him and he turned to face her. "I need to tell you something."

"That's why I'm here," He said.

"You're a real jerk. You used me and I really don't appreciate it. So I'm here to tell you something that I feel obligated to tell you." She stopped for a second to catch her breath. "I'm pregnant with your child."

"What? You're joking, right?" He asked, the mood suddenly changing from nervous to scared.

"Do you really think a person in my situation would joke about that? I'm 24! I have a job that requires my full devotion and deliberation! You're an NFL football player! We can't have a baby! Everyone in the world would know and care! Our kid would be like Kim Kardashian's baby! And this is real! I'm a Broadway star who's pregnant with the quarterback for the Giants!" She yelled, tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Rachel." That was all he could say.

"Well it's a little late for that, isn't it," She rolled her eyes and started walking away.

"Rachel, wait!" He yelled. She kept walking, hoping he wouldn't see her cry. "Come on, please!" Nothing. "Rachel!" She stopped but didn't turn around, the tears finally breaking through her eyes. "I really like you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

"That's what they all say to Quinn when she run into them at the grocery story," She said, tears in her voice, her back still facing him.

"It's Central Park, not Target," He pointed out.

"I shouldn't have told you this. I should've listened to Quinn when she said that you and all of your friends are just a bunch of players," Rachel cried, finally facing him but still at least 15 feet away.

"No, no don't say that," He walked closer to her.

"Well what am I supposed to say? Oh Finn, let's get married and have this baby together! Let's be a happy family! I love you, let's move to some tiny state like Ohio and forget about both of our jobs?" She yelled, sarcastically. "No, that's not an option!"

"Come on, we can be together! My pay is awesome and I know yours is, too! We can do this," He started before Rachel interrupted him. "And that's offensive, I'm from Ohio." He frowned a little.

"Whatever, we can't. Goodbye, Finn," This time she got on her bike and rode away, just as Finn's phone started to ring.

"What?" He answered, annoyed.

"Are you coming to Smash or what? There are a couple of hot babes here that you're missing out on," Puck laughed into the phone, loud music blaring in the background.

"Yeah, sure," Finn sighed and hung up.

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"So what's your name?" An average sized blond man asked, smirking as she took a sip of her beer.

"Quinn," Quinn smiled and leaned against the table standing next to them.

"I'm Sam," Sam smirked.

"Hey, Sam," She giggled and leaned in to kiss him. But before she got too close, he pulled her up closer to him and pushed her against the table, crushing his lips against hers.

Finn walked into the bar and glanced to his right at Sam making out with Puck's ex. "Hey bro," He slapped him on the back. "Hey Q, what are you doing here?"

"Hey, Finn," A pretty Latina interrupted when she approached him. "I'm Santana."

"I know who you are, Santana. You cheer for the Giants," Finn rolled his eyes.

"Let's get you a drink," Santana smirked and grabbed a bottle off of a nearby table. "Here you go."

He slammed almost the entire drink the second she gave it to him. "I need a new one."

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Finn smirked as Santana kissed his neck. He could barely manage to get off her uniform because it was so tight. She was almost in full control with her body on top of his. He felt his pants slowly fall down. He smirked as his lips met hers. He heard music coming from his nightstand so he glanced over and saw Rachel's picture.

"Let it go to voicemail," She whispered and pulled off his shirt. "You're with me now."

He simply nodded and kissed her again as the phone kept ringing.

Thank you so much for all of the reviews :) I'm loving this story. Sorry that Finn is being such a jerk. I promise he won't be like that for the whole story. Santana is definitely gay in this story but that won't happen until way later. Yes, Beth is here and the story with that will happen soon, too. Thanks for reading. Please review and PM :)