They hadn't spoken much in the last few minutes as they stood against the lockers, Quinn dabbing her wet hair with a towel and Puck staring intensely forward, lost in his thoughts. They all thought it best not to bother him until he returned on his own but at that point they were starting to get anxious.

"So, are you okay?" Quinn said softly. To which he simply nodded.

She hesitated a little before speaking again, wondering how he would respond to her words. "Well, if it means anything, you wouldn't have been anything like your dad Puck. You would have taken care of her, you would have risen to the occasion."

"I would have taken care of you too you know?" Puck said almost spitefully, still not looking at her.

"Look, I'm so sorry that I tried to convince myself that you were the reason I couldn't keep her, after everything with your dad I know how much that must have hurt you," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"It doesn't matter," he said quietly.

"No, it does, because the truth is it was me who wasn't ready."

At that he finally looked at her, curious about what she meant by that.

"All I ever thought about was how my youth was just vanishing before my eyes, my goals, my future and how I knew that I would end up resenting this innocent little girl because of it. I couldn't do that to her, I wouldn't, no child deserves that. You didn't deserve that."

"You're full of shit," Puck said, causing Quinn to knit her brow confusedly. "You would make a great mom."

"Someday, maybe," she said, chuckling a little. "And you're going to make a great dad, but maybe it's a good thing that it doesn't have to be now."

He shrugged. "I don't get it Quinn, you didn't want me, Lauren didn't want me, my dad didn't want me, part of me thinks my mom would sell me for a carton of cigarettes if times got hard enough. When am I going to find someone who gives a damn?"

Quinn couldn't believe that they were having this conversation, that Puck felt exactly the way that she felt when she poured her heart out to Santana and Brittany in New York. And at that point she couldn't control the urge to lean in and kiss him, lingering a bit on his lips.

"What was that for?" he said, as their lips parted.

She simply shrugged. "Come on," she said, taking his hand. "Time to quit moping, you're not going to beat Santana at Texas Hold'em with that attitude."

As they reentered the gym Puck couldn't help but let the corners of his lips turn up a little at the sight. Sam and Artie had their guitars and Kurt had his tambourine and Finn simply stood in front, not exactly equipped to play any instruments, and the girls and mike swayed to the music as Finn began to sing first and the group provided backup.

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'

And Artie came in next as Quinn joined the group and Rachel pranced up to him, grabbing him by the wrist and sitting him down.

So I just did me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'

Then Kurt sang the refrain

But there's one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me

And Rachel finished it off.

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me

As they finished their song Puck smiled as the refugees applauded.

"We know a song isn't as good as a dad—

"Especially not that one," Puck joked, cutting Kurt off.

"But… we hope it lifted your spirits a little to know that we're all in your corner, no matter what," Kurt continued.

"Thanks guys," Puck said getting up hug it out with the group.


The combination of making out with Quinn and the Glee club rallying behind him seemed to have done, the trick, Puck seemed to have cheered up, but Finn's problems were far from over. Rachel was usually so easy for him to read, but now she may as well have been Shakespeare. She kept glancing over at him with this wide eyed look that he couldn't decipher, until finally he decided to just suck it up and go talk to her.

"Hey, Rach," Finn said finally approaching her. "Can we talk?"

She looked back and forth across the room before taking him by the hand and leading him out the gym. When they were a safe distance away she stopped and faced him.

"I am so sorry Finn," she said.

He wasn't expecting that, at all.

"I don't want us to fight," she continued, "But when you told me you hadn't made up your mind yet about New York I just freaked out, but it was wrong and selfish of me to think that you should just do whatever is best for me without even considering your own future and how much things are going to change for you and—"

"Rach it's okay," he interrupted, tucking a stray bit of hair behind her ear. "It's not selfish for you to want to be with me, because I want to be with you too."

She nodded, "I know, and what you said before? About me staying for you? You were wrong, if you would have asked me I would have stayed."

"I never would have asked you," he said, quietly.

"I know," she said, her voice breaking. "And that's why I'm the selfish one, because if you wouldn't have done it on your own I probably would have kidnapped you."

He chuckled a little, "It's not about you being selfish. Broadway means more to you than anything has ever meant to me, I would never stand in the way of that, just like if I had a dream that big I know you wouldn't stand in my way either, you'd support me because that's who you are."

"I would, I would support you no matter what."

"And it means so much that you want to share your dreams with me until I figure out what mine are. There's nothing selfish about that."

"So do you think you can figure out what your dreams are in New York? It's the place where dreams are born."

"That's the thing, I've always had this idea of how my life was going to go, not any sort of plan or anything, but an idea. I've always imagined a nice house in the 'burbs with a dog and a yard where I would play catch with my kid, his name's Ethan by the way…"

"It's a good name," she said.

"Thanks, and you know I'd have a porch where I could have a beer and neighbors who wouldn't rob me, and just a nice, quiet, simple life you know? And I was okay with that, but then you came along and changed everything… you changed me."

"You changed me too," she said tearfully.

"So I can find my purpose, and me and Ethan can play stickball and I can by a gun, it doesn't matter as long as I'm with you. I just need to know that you want me."

"I want you," she said, nodding vigorously and blinking back happy tears. "Oh god Finn I've always wanted you." And at that she threw her arms around him and kissed him.

"Ah, Oww!" Finn exclaimed into Rachel's mouth as she pressed against his broken arm.

"Oh god Finn I'm so sorry," she said frantically. "I just got caught up in the moment."

"It's okay," he said, his face betraying his words. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Yay! Everybody's happy. But there are three chapters left for a reason, The storm is still going strong, how long will it take the glee club to get sick of each other? Song is Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head by BJ Thomas.