Rachel knew she'd been unfair to Finn, but she couldn't help it. She'd spent all day worrying.
What if her understudy had to replace her? What if Finn had to cut his hours, and his business suffered? What would they do for money?
Dad and Daddy might help, she thought, but she couldn't bear to ask them. They'd been so proud of her, following her dream, and moving out here. They'd even rented a little pied-à-terre in the city so that they could come and see her perform. They came to the first night of every show, and gave a standing ovation at the end of every song. She couldn't tell them that she'd screwed everything up, that she might not be performing any more.
Rachel walked along the New York street in the drizzle, her arms folded across herself. For a moment, she thought of the night she and Finn had walked through New York, with the other Glee boys singing Belle Notte. Then she shook her head, as if to dissolve the memory. She'd known that night that her dreams would always take first place, to anything, even Finn. She'd been prepared to lose him, and she'd been so happy when he'd been willing to come with her, and she'd been able to have both. Now, though, she felt that she was being forced to choose again, though she knew it wasn't really a choice.
Rachel walked into the night, blinking back tears as she thought of losing the thing she'd wanted her entire life.
