It has come to my attention that a lot of you are quite eager to hear about what happened with Finchel. I intended on putting it into this chapter, but I'm trying to save it for the perfect moment, so no, it isn't included. It'll definitely be coming up soon, though, so stay with me!

Finn's POV:

I genuinely could not believe my eyes. Rachel Berry was only a few feet away from me. She looked different, but I could still recognize her. Her eyes were on some paperwork she was doing, with the occasional glance at the clock sitting on her desk. She was probably still waiting for me, but I took advantage of her oblivion and stayed quiet to admire her perfection from the threshold of the door.

And by perfection, I mean perfection. Rachel Berry was the epitome of perfection. Her eyes glistened as she examined the papers on her desk, and her hair, which was tied into a half-up/half-down 'do rested appropriately on her shoulders and breasts. Her baby-doll pink top was tightly tucked into a short but modest pencil skirt, and a pair of black pumps pulled her outfit together. Her legs were crossed and still seemed to stretch on for miles even in that position. Damn, was she beautiful; and that was just her exterior.

I cleared my throat, hoping to get the young teacher's attention. She lifted her head abruptly at the noise and looked up at me. "Hello," she greeted with a small smile. "Please, take a seat at any of these desks in the front row here." I furrowed an eyebrow. Does she not remember me? With a sigh, I sat down in the desk closest to her's. Maybe if she could get a better look my face would look familiar.

"You're late."

"I know."

"So, Mr. Hudson, I'd like to start with a bold statement. Bethany's behavior, if not fixed immediately, could result in a suspension."

I took in every word. Her voice was simply so powerful. Even in a hushed tone she could get her point across. And this was just her talking voice. Let's just say that you haven't lived until you've heard Rachel Berry sing. Her voice is the most angelic noise I've ever heard to this day. It was why I fell in love with her.

"Oh," I replied simply, still trying to get my former lover's attention.

"So I suggest you shape her up a bit," Rachel continued. "I honestly do not know what's wrong. Bethany has always been a model student."

I was bewildered by Rachel's erratic behavior. We had dated for almost three whole years and for all that I knew, she had completely forgotten everything. How, though? Did anyone have any idea how much I wanted to forget? The pain and heartache was unbearable. The fact that she'd found a way to move on almost left me jealous.

"Yeah, I know," I replied, rubbing the back of my neck. "I'll talk to her about it."

"Good; you're free to go now."

I stared at the cold-looking face in front of me, and realizing my eyes were tearing up, asked, "That's it?"

"Why would there be anything else?"

"No reason," I nodded before stepping away from the desk and over to the doorway. "Thank you for your time."

Rachel's POV:

If there was ever a time to thank my lucky stars for my attending acting lessons since age four, that would be it. Picture yourself in my shoes; my ex-feyonce had just come to a teacher's conference, discussing the child he was the legal guardian of, who had been making my life a living hell for the duration of nearly two months.

When I saw his face, I had no words, no idea what to do, and fear that he would. I didn't know how he expected me to react, either. With a heartbreak like mine, I didn't know how to pick up the pieces, so I just pushed them aside. I eliminated Finn Hudson from my life once and for all; his name wasn't to be spoken and his existence wasn't to be acknowledged. And that worked well for a while, well, until that day.

Once past the awkward greeting, I figured the only way Finn and I would be able to have a professional conversation would be if Finn and I didn't have all of this history between us. So, I pretended it never was. By playing the role of someone who didn't know the feeling of heartbreak, I became someone who didn't know the feeling of heartbreak, and therefore, never met Finn Hudson.

So what kind of reaction did he expect? I surely wasn't going to be cheery; that's entirely impossible, even with my acting abilities.

Maybe he expected to be ignored? He knew I resented him, with good reason, too.

All I know is that Finn Hudson was at least expecting to be acknowledged. I didn't give him that, though, and part of myself was actually proud.

That was until I saw how vulnerable he was. His eyes filled with tears and his gaze soft and full of regret. That's when his pain became mine, but also when I wished more than ever that he wouldn't have come. I couldn't feel sorry for him. I wasn't supposed to feel sorry for him. I hated him. I hated Finn Hudson, and I had to make sure my unresolved feelings didn't get in the way of that.

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