The next day, I woke up at 3 o'clock. It took me about an hour to pack my bags, and I found myself standing in the middle of our living room, with an hour to kill and nothing to do. I had written my letter of farewell to mom the night before, so I decided to get out my photo album and look through it while I waited for Kurt and the taxi.

I opened the book up carefully and scanned over the pictures, absorbing everything. I got to the last page, where I had glued the only picture of my dad. He looked to be about 17 and was wearing a red and white football uniform. He was so tall, with messy brown hair, and just a hint of freckles on his cheeks. I bit my lip in an effort to hold back my tears, and closed the book softly. I would see him soon enough. When I took a look at the clock, I realized that about 45 minutes had passed. I should go down and wait for Kurt in the apartment building entryway. Taking one last look around the apartment I loved so, I scooped up my photo album with one hand, grabbed my suitcase with the other, and made my way downstairs.

I waited for 5 minutes, before Kurt got out of the taxi and waved at me.

"Hey!" I called walking out into the warm New York morning.

"Hello Darling!" Kurt gave me a breezy hug, then ushered me into the taxi. "How do you feel?" He asked, seeming a little on edge, something I wasn't accustomed to.

"Nervous." I replied. "But excited too. I really just want to meet him and find out what he's like." Kurt chuckled softly.

"Don't be surprised if he doesn't fit the dream you've created. Finn can be a very difficult person."

"Finn." I murmured, liking the way his name felt on my tongue. "Finn." I dragged it out, then said it fast. "Finn. Finn. Finn." I glanced at Kurt. "What's his last name?" Kurt's eyes watered slightly and his voice was slightly choked.

"You're mom never told you his name?" At my shake of the head, Kurt wrapped me in his arms. "Oh baby. His name is Finn Christopher Hudson."

I closed my eyes and smiled, whispering it over and over. "Finn Christopher Hudson. Finn Christopher Hudson."

We arrived at JFK airport not long after our conversation and I couldn't hide the grin that overtook my face. This was actually happening. I was really going to meet my dad. Kurt told the taxi to wait and helped me get out my bags.

"Alright mini-Barbra, this is where I have to leave you. There is someone waiting for you in San Francisco, and he'll have a sign." Kurt hugged me again and kissed the top of my head. "Now go before you make me ruin my eyeliner." I smirked and grabbed my suitcase, turning my back on one of my best friends, and the life I had known. I walked into the airport.

It was about two hours later and I was seated on the airplane. After check in and security, I had bought a copy of The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison, a book of word searches, and a packet of gum. Now, I was just waiting for a plane to take off. The seat next to me was still empty, and I wondered who would take it. My question was answered a moment later, when a very hot college boy claimed seat F18.

"Hey." He smiled at me. "I'm Michael St. James. It's nice to meet you."

"Eve Berry." I took his waiting hand and shook it briefly. He was one of the most attractive boys I had ever seen. His eyes were a clear ice blue, and his hair was light brown and curly. He a perfect, white smile and dimples.

"So, why are heading to San Francisco?" He asked, as the pilot announced that we would be taking off. No point in lying to the guy.

"I'm going to meet my dad for the first time." I relaxed back into my seat. Michael smiled.

"Really? Cause I'm going to see my dad. I mean, it's not for the first time, but my parents divorced when I was young and my dad moved to California. I'm obviously from New York."

I liked his smile. I liked his dimples. And, I liked him. I mean, the do-gooder type wasn't exactly for me, but something in his eyes told me he wasn't all good. A bad boy was beneath those dimple and curls. We spent the rest of the flight chatting and laughing, mostly about Broadway. He had seen my mother in Wicked and Funny Girl and said she was almost better than Idina and Barbra. I said she'd blush. He turned out to be a little bit of a rebel, and said that he and his dad really didn't get along. I said I hoped I'd get along with mine. When the flight ended, I was sorry. I wanted to talk to him more. We exchanged phone numbers and promised to meet up at some point. Then we went our separate ways.

When I got off the plane, a boy about my age was waiting for me. He had short cropped dark brown hair and was tan, with a leather jacket, black skinny jeans, boots, and aviators. He held a poorly written sign that said, Eve Faith Berry, Princess. I had to roll my eyes. Typical Kurt. I approached the boy and smiled softly.

"Hey, I'm Eve." He nodded.

"Kyle Puckerman. We better get your bags." I followed him to the baggage claim. He didn't talk much, the mysterious type I guessed. He pulled my bag off the carousel and set it down. When I tried to grab it, he pushed away my hand.

"Sorry toots, but this is what Kurt's paying me for." He sauntered off and I had no choice but to follow him. This is who Kurt picked? This asshole? He knew exactly how to get under my skin. I huffed and glared at Kyle's back. Well, two can play at that game. If he was going to be a jerk, then I would do the same.

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