Elizabeth sighed contently as she placed Finn's phone down on the table. Rachel would receive the text when she next looked at her phone. She strode over to the hotel's bed, and sat down next to Finn's naked form. He was snoring quietly, and Elizabeth rolled her eyes. She lay down next to her lover and fell asleep, a triumphant smirk playing on her pink lips.

It had been a month since that fateful night, and Rachel was on stag e for the first time since. She admitted that she'd missed it, but she was reminded of the last time she was here, and was in pain, thinking of the fact that she lost her child on this stage. She pushed the horrid thought from her mind, and finished her performance flawlessly.

She'd taken a few extra minutes in her dressing room that night. She heard a knock on her door, assuming it was Laura to take her costume, she yelled, "come in!" She was only wearing her corset, and wasn't wearing much otherwise.

Her back was turned to the door when she felt arms wrap around her midsection. At first, she thought it was Jesse, but then after a few seconds, she noticed something different. The arms were cooler, and larger. They felt awkward on her tiny frame, and gangly. Rachel quickly retreated, and broke free of the grasp.

She stared into Finn's boyish face, suddenly embarrassed to be wearing only her chemise.

"What're you doing here?"

"You know very well what I'm doing here. You saw that text. You know what I want."

"I thought I made it a point that I didn't want you, when I didn't reply."

Finn smiled and a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

"You didn't want me to leave. You wanted to marry me."

"Well…that was when I was younger. That was when I didn't think I could make it."

"But you did make it, Rach."

"Don't call me that!" Rachel scampered around the room, trying to get as far away from her ex-boyfriend as possible.

"Do you think that Jesse still wants to be with you? I do, you will have no doubt that I want to be with you."

"Jesse does want to be with me. He loves me."

"Yeah right. He asked you to marry him when he found out you were pregnant. Do you think he would have married you if you weren't? It was a one-night stand. He didn't think about it afterwards. He thought of you as just another girl he banged at a bar. You're nothing to him. Do you think he'll stay with you? Especially now, that you're pregnant? That's what Jesse told Liz. He told her that he didn't really love you, and he was just looking for the right time to leave you."

"Jesse loves me." Rachel whispered.

"Sure, and I am 3 feet tall." Finn closed the gap between their faces, and kissed her with such vigor that Rachel lost her footing. Finn grasped her shoulders tightly, not letting her move, despite her struggles to pull her lips away. He stuck his tongue in her mouth, making Rachel feel sick.

He pulled away from her.

"How do you feel about it now?" Finn shut the door as he left the room. Rachel threw the ugly vase that rested on her vanity. The daisies lost their petals as they hit the wooden door. Nobody seemed to notice the loud breaking of china. She felt hot bile rise in her throat, and she purged into the wastebasket next to her couch. She wiped her mouth, and left the room.

Rachel left the building, and signed as many autographs as she could. She got into a taxi, and drove off back to her apartment.

When she got home, she was alone. She showered, and made herself some dinner. When she'd finished eating, Jesse came into the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

"How were parent-teacher conferences?"

"Awful!" He said, kissing Rachel on the lips before ladling himself a bowl of soup. "Parents love their children so much, that they refuse to believe that their child might be doing less well than straight A's. Fucking Mitch Lansbury."

They finished eating, and they climbed into bed, getting into the familiar spoon.

"Jess—"

"What, my love?"

"It…it's stupid."

"Can't be."

"Do you love me?"

"Are you kidding? I love you more than anything in the entire world." Jesse shot up, and sat, looking Rachel straight in the eyes. "What could possibly make you think something like that?"

"I don't know, it just—did you tell Elizabeth that you were only in this because I was pregnant, and now that I'm not, you're looking for the right moment to divorce me?"

"No! I haven't spoken to her in months? Who told you that?"

"Finn. He came to visit me in me dressing room today. He said that you told her that you didn't want to be married to me."

"And you believed it?"

Rachel hung her head in shame.

"You weren't in it for me the last time." Rachel looked up into Jesse's watery blue eyes. Tears leaked out of her own, and she shrugged her shoulders.

"Just because I married you when I found out you were pregnant, doesn't mean that I wouldn't have done it regardless. We didn't have a one-night stand. It wasn't like that. We made love. I hate those words, and I hate that term, but there really isn't another way to describe what we did. I regret entirely what I did in high school. Everything. I hurt you, I lied to you, and I broke a fucking egg on your head. I can't take that back. No matter how much I want to, I can't." Rachel doubled over, and rested her shaking head on his bare chest. "But what I can do, is love you everyday—for the rest of our lives—together."

Rachel's eyes welled up with tears. Jesse had never been so open and honest. She felt like she finally cracked his shell. The hard shell, the one she wasn't able to break in high school. She saw his soft inside. He wasn't the hard-ass that everybody made him out to be. He was capable of loving someone, and he was capable of being loved.

She held him tightly, refusing to let go for a long time. He gently rubbed her back in small circles, quieting her cries. After a few minutes, Jesse lifted her chin and placed his lips on hers. Their tongues danced a familiar waltz. Rachel lay down on her back, allowing Jesse to climb atop her. They kissed for long minutes, but the urge to be with the other intimately took over.

Jesse grasped Rachel's breast from underneath her shirt, and pulled the thin fabric over her head. He kissed both of them, and returned to her lips. Her underwear soon followed, leaving her naked. She pulled off his underwear, grasping him in her hand, guiding him into her. They'd not slept with each other in a month. Not since before she was in the hospital and before they'd lost their child. He moved in and out of her slowly. She gasped against his shoulder, kissing him fiercely as she approached her climax. He came inside of her, and she called out his name, silently crying tears of joy. She had him. Jesse was hers to love for the rest of her life. She'd made love to him—the only person she'd ever made love to. He was just as in love with her and just as devoted to her as she to him.

Neither noticed—nor cared—about Jesse's phone and how it was ringing off the hook.

Elizabeth hung up for the fourth time after it was forwarded to voicemail. She didn't care what it took. She was going to make him love her. He would be hers.