Rachel

Weeks passed by and things somehow went back to normal between Finn and me, despite my strong feelings for him. We started hanging out like we used to and it was as if the whole kiss never happened, which was a little bittersweet.

Tonight, Finn is over in order to give me feedback on my audition piece. It's a ritual we have. I always show him my audition material before the real deal. Whether it's in person or over Skype, I always pass it by him first.

"Okay," Finn says as he puts down a script on my coffee table. "I think you're set for your cold read, which won't be so cold considering you know this script like the back of your hand. Now, let's hear the singing." His half crooked smile takes over his lips and I can't help but smile back at him.

I get up from my couch and stand in front of him, making sure to keep excellent posture.

"What will you be singing, Miss Berry?" Finn says, acting like the casting director as he had done many times before.

"I'm going to be singing Being Good Isn't Good Enough, originally performed by Barbra Streisand."

Finn nods at me, signaling me to begin.

I close my eyes for a moment and take a few deeps breaths.

Opening my eyes, I focus on Finn and shut everything else out.

Being good isn't good enough
Being good won't be good enough
When I fly, I must fly extra high
And I'll need special wings so far to go
From so far below

Should I try?
Am I strong enough?
Is there time, have I long enough?
Gotta fly and if I fall
That's the way it's gotta be
There's no other way for me
Being good just won't be good enough
I'll be the best or nothing at all

I'll try, am I strong enough?
Is there time, have I long enough?
Gotta fly and if I fall
That's the way it's gotta be
There's no other way for me
Being good just won't be good enough
I'll be the best or nothing at all

I let out a small sigh and smile down at Finn. His expression is currently unreadable and he continues to just stare at me, blinking his eyes a couple of times.

"So…what do you think?"

Finn shakes his head and slightly clears his throat. "I think that if they don't give you that role then they're completely insane." Finn stands from the couch and laughs. "Rachel, that was amazing!"

He walks over to me and takes me into a big hug, the warmth of his arms feeling safe.

"I'm glad you like it," I say as we pull away.

"When is your audition?"

"Tomorrow at 3 o'clock. Then if they like me they said they will be calling people back around 9 tomorrow night. Call backs will be held the next day at 5."

Finn smiles. "Well, Rachel Berry. I do believe that you have this audition in the bag!"

I laugh as Finn holds his hand out and I give him a high give. Finn may not be a casting director or expert in vocal abilities, but his opinion matters more to me than any Broadway director or professional.

Suddenly I hear Finn's phone ring and watch him as he answers it.

"Hello?"

The voice on the other line sounds loud and panicked, causing Finn to pull the phone away from his ear a little.

"Quinn, Quinn. Calm down. What's going on?"

I can hear Quinn's loud voice again and I can now tell that she is crying.

What could be going wrong in Quinn Fabray's perfect life?

"Alright. I'll be over in ten minutes, okay? Just try to calm down. I'll see you soon."

Finn hangs up the phone and runs a hand through his hair, obvious stress playing on his face.

"What's going on, Finn?" I ask, nervous that it could be something major.

Finn shrugs. "I don't know she wouldn't tell me. She just told me to come over as soon as possible." He looks down at his phone in his hand for a moment. "She did sound really upset."

I nod at him, studying his expression and feeling a wave of worry flood over me.

Finn meets my eyes again and suddenly I feel his fingers under my chin. "Hey, don't worry. I'm sure it's nothing. You know how dramatic Quinn can be sometimes." He retracts his fingers from my chin and I instantly miss them.

"I should get going. I don't want to keep her waiting and only dig a deeper hole."

"Yeah, that would probably be best," I say as I look down for a moment.

I lead Finn to my front door and give him a tight hug.

"I'll call you later, okay? I promise."

I nod and pull away. "Please do. I want to know that you're okay."

He steps forward and plants a kiss on my forehead like he has done many times before. The place where his lips touched suddenly burns.

Finn smiles. "You know me. I'm always okay."

Finn

I feel a little nervous as I knock on Quinn's door, completely stumped as to why she could be so upset. This could have just been some master plan to test me or get me away from Rachel for the night.

The door opens suddenly and I'm faced with Quinn's tear stained face. As soon as she sees me, more tears begin flooding from her eyes and she throws herself into my arms. She sobs loudly as she buries her face in my chest.

"I'm sorry, Finn. I'm so sorry."

I furrow my brow and feel my heart race as terrible thoughts begin to rush through my head.

Did Kurt die or something? Wouldn't Rachel be notified before Quinn?

"I'm so sorry," she says again, blabbering through her tears. Her body is now weak and I pick her up, carrying her back into her apartment. I close the door behind us and bring her to the couch, sitting down with her in my lap as she continues to cry.

"Quinn," I say as I lift her face to look up at me. Her bottom lip begins to tremble and her eyes are coated with tears. I swipe my thumb gently across her cheek, wiping away a few tears. "Please tell me what's wrong," I say quietly.

She looks down for a second before meeting my eyes again. "I'm pregnant," she whispers.

I feel my heart and my face fall at the same time. "Wha...what?"

Quinn stares at me, the tears in her eyes building up.

"You're pregnant?" I ask, my eyes growing wide as I say the word myself.

"Yes, Finn," Quinn says with a small sob breaking her voice.

"Is…is it mine?"

Quinn furrows her brow. "Of course it's yours."

I look at the ground, suddenly feeling my heart race.

"Look, Finn. I know you're scared, but I'm scared too and-" Quinn's voice trails on, but I block her out as my thoughts scatter.

Quinn's pregnant. I'm the father. We're having a baby. I'm not ready to take care of a baby. I can't raise a baby. We've only been dating for about two months. I've loved Rachel for seven years. I don't love Quinn and I don't know if I ever will. How am I expected to raise a baby with her? Is she expecting us to move in together? To get married? This is all happening too fast.

"Finn?" Quinn's voice breaks through my thoughts and I slowly look over at her.

She sniffles and her bottom lip trembles again. "What are we going to do?"

What are we going to do? How should I know? I just found out about this two minutes ago.

"I don't know," I breathe.

"Are you mad at me?" She asks and I'm taken back by how small her voice sounds.

I shake my head. "Of course not, Quinn. It's not like you meant to get pregnant."

Quinn nods and lets out a small laugh. "That's for sure."

We sit in silence for a moment, both lost in thought. What are we going to do? We are only twenty four years old and were still newly dating. We both have stable jobs, but our relationship definitely isn't at it's strongest right now.

"You can leave if you want to," Quinn whispers again.

I furrow my brow at her. "What?"

"You don't have to stay with me if you don't want to," Quinn sighs. "I can move back to Lima and live with my parents while I get this all straightened out. They'll help me."

I shake my head again. I may be confused, but I wasn't going to leave Quinn alone in this. "Quinn, this is our baby. I'm not the kind of man who walks away from situations like this. Either we do this together or not at all."

A hopeful gleam fills Quinn's eyes. "So you're staying with me?"

As I search Quinn's eyes the only thing I can think about is Rachel and how much I have lost her. If I would have just told her how I felt years ago then I wouldn't be in this situation, or maybe I would, but it would be with Rachel. Something tells me that I wouldn't mind if Rachel was the girl sitting across from me, but we would be crying tears of happiness instead.

But Rachel wasn't the girl sitting across from me. She was off at her apartment running through her audition piece and drinking tea in order to prepare for another exciting experience. I was the guy who was getting himself tied down due to yet another mistake in my life.

"Yes, Quinn. I'm staying with you. I promise."

A small smile forms on Quinn's lips as she leans over and kisses me. The kiss is gentle, but I can feel how relieved she is. When she breaks our kiss, she presses her head into my chest again.

"Thank you, Finn."

I hold Quinn until she falls asleep, going completely numb as I take turns thinking about everything and then thinking about nothing. When Quinn's breathing gets heavier, I gently lift her from the couch and carry her to the bedroom, placing her on my bed. I stop and watch her for a moment, studying the redness in her cheeks and eyes from crying, but she still looks at peace.

My eyes then glance over to her alarm clock on the night stand and I suddenly remember promising Rachel that I would call her to make sure everything was okay.

I slowly make my way out of the bedroom and gently close the door behind me. I sit down on the couch and pull out my cellphone, clicking Rachel's number out of my favorites.

The phone rings twice before she picks up.

"Hello?" I can already hear the concern in her voice.

I don't know how or why, but hearing Rachel's voice caused a sharp pain to form in my chest, knocking the air out of me.

"Rachel?" My voice cracks and suddenly uncontrollable tears begin to fall from my eyes.

"Finn…" Rachel says softly.

A few sobs escape me and I begin to shake my head. "I'm not okay."