AN: If I can hug each and every one of you I would! I'm so happy at how many responses I got in the last chapter. You guys are the best! So instead of unintentionally making you guys wait I like I had originally planned because I wanted to update Once More, I decided to dish out this chapter for you guys. Specially since I'm trying to take my mind off of work cus my manager keeps cutting my hours and I feel like it won't be long until she fires me. I wouldn't mind if she would give me at least a somewhat decent amount of hours for work, but lately she only gives me one day to work and only four hours for that day. It's not worth it anymore, so I'm going to end up quitting. =( *sigh* I really need to get out of this funk and writing this fic helps me, so I hope you enjoy.

For the first time in years, Finn felt like he couldn't breathe and it was always around her. When a certain emotion became too much to bear, his lungs would close and refuse to cooperate. And it was happening to him like it did almost seven years ago, when he had called off their engagement and broke up with her. That day, the pain in her gaze mirrored his and he had felt worse than shit for letting himself be controlled by his father like a puppet. It had taken him almost years to recover from his break up with Rachel and he hadn't fully healed until he met Quinn three years ago. "No wonder Dad wouldn't tell me." Finn let out a dry chuckle, as his hands clenched into fists, his eyes never straying from Rachel's form. He noticed the way Sam discreetly pulled Rachel closer to him, holding her tightly as if to protect her—as well as to show him that she was his. Finn met his eyes to see the challenge within them. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that Rachel had probably told him about their history together.

It was a strange sight to see her like this, almost like a dream. He had always wanted to bump into her again and talk to her once more—at least to know that she was doing fine. Maybe invite her for some coffee, but it seemed that fate had different plans and instead wanted to smack him across the face for being an idiot all those years ago—showing just how much she had moved on. Rachel Berry, his ex-fiancée, had married his wife's best friend and he had no idea of this until now. It stung and he wanted nothing more but than the pain to leave him. Finn looked away from Sam's gaze and met Rachel's, to see the concern there; as if waiting for his approval or disapproval, and it was then that what his grandmother—told him all those years ago—hit him like a ton of bricks. "If you marry her, you will ruin her, my child. She will always be walking on eggshells around you and, in doing so, she will cease to exist being herself. Instead, she will be something you create in order to fit your father's view of the perfect wife for you. Is that what you want?" Finn remembered the way he had yelled 'no' to his grandmother. She was one of the few women in his life that he loved dearly and would sacrifice anything for. He had come to her for help on trying to convince his father to let him marry Rachel, but instead she had also told him not to. "If you love her, you will let her go. If she was meant to be yours she will come back, but if she doesn't—she was never yours to begin with." That very night, Finn had followed his grandmother's advice and let her go but not without breaking his own heart in the process.

Afterward, Rachel had cut every form of communication with him. It was as if she had never existed to him and all he had left were the memories when he had given her everything back that night. Finn could have looked for her, but he didn't want to force their reunion—instead he waited. Days turned to weeks, which in turn became months and that would later bled into years. She never came back and somewhere along the way, he stopped waiting. Finn looked away from Rachel and glanced at Quinn, to see her looking at him worriedly. It was then he could breathe as he stared into her hazel eyes. When she came into his life, it was the day he unknowingly stopped waiting. She was different than all the other women he had met after Rachel and even more so when compared to Rachel. Not only did their features contrast greatly but so did in personalities. Where Rachel was open and warm to everyone, Quinn was distant and cold. A smile from Rachel was all it took for someone to approach her, while a glare from Quinn had a person stopping dead in their tracks. It was then, Finn found it strange how he could fall for his wife. Maybe it was the fact that her lips curved into a smile only reserved for him, her eyes twinkled when she found something amusing but would never say; her glare would disappear whenever he tried to crack a joke and make her feel better after he screwed up royally, and how she would melt only for him in his embrace. But there was one thing Quinn had similar to Rachel and that was their undying loyalty to those they loved. Neither would hesitate to hurt anyone who harmed or threatened their loved ones.

Finn grabbed Quinn's hand and intertwined his fingers with hers, giving a reassuring squeeze before looking back at Rachel. "Congratulations," he said smiling, feeling warmth travel up his arm and through his system when Quinn squeezed his hand back lightly—as if to remind him that she was here for him. The first sign he knew that Rachel wasn't his, was when he fell in love with Quinn Fabray. The second sign had been when he was having second thoughts about Quinn and him getting married the day before their wedding day. He had pulled her to the side and told her that he was planning on leaving his father's company to begin his own business from scratch. That would mean losing everything he had. He noticed the look of horror on her face and began to panic until she opened her mouth, and began to speak. "Finn, if you're sure about this, I'll fully support you. But I think you should reconsider. I understand you want to do something for yourself, but that company is just as much yours as it is your father's. You helped build on it and expanded it over these past years. But like I said, if you're sure about this then I will help you as much as I can…maybe I could ask Sam to help of us with some connections or he could be our first investor!" Finn remembered kissing her after that. It wasn't until their honeymoon did Quinn approach the subject and it was then she found out he had been lying, and so punished him with no sex for the rest of their stay in Italy. But it was okay for it was worth it. Finn knew how much she truly loved him and he had chosen the right woman to share the rest of his life with. And the third sign was right in front of him. Rachel Berry was standing in front of him, married to Sam Evans. "Wouldn't that make her Rachel Evans?" Finn frowned, slightly lost in his own thoughts. "I'll have to ask her about that later…"

"Thank you," Rachel said genuinely, smiling at Finn for the first time in years. She was unfazed by the frown on his face; if she remembered correctly, Finn had a tendency to zone out at times and get lost in his thoughts. Her assumption was correct when Quinn tugged on Finn's sleeve.

"What?" Finn asked confused, looking at Quinn.

"She said thank you," Quinn whispered to him, ignoring the amused look Sam was directing at Finn—remembering that the first time they met, Sam had commented on Finn being a scatterbrain. She had punched him on the shoulder once Finn was gone leaving Sam to rub his shoulder in pain. She gave him a sideways glare that had Sam looking away quickly when he remembered what she did and smiled discreetly when Sam glanced at his right shoulder—where she had punched him.

"Oh." Finn looked back at Rachel. "You're welcome," he chuckled. "So then I take it that you two will be joining us for dinner?"

Rachel looked at Sam, confused. "On a double date?"

"No," Sam smiled at her. "Frank sent Finn and Quinn as messengers to tell us that he would like for us to join him for dinner."

"Oh." Rachel looked back at Finn and Quinn. "Will you two be there?"

"Of course," Quinn answered in a 'no duh' tone, causing Sam to give her a warning look and Finn to frown at her disapprovingly. "What?"

"Just wait till we get home," Finn whispered to her in a no nonsense tone, but Sam and Rachel still heard him.

"Excuse me," Quinn hissed at him, glaring.

This time it was Finn's turn to look away and gulp nervously. "Nothing," he said quickly.

"Now I know who's the man in the relationship," Sam grinned.

Finn glared at him, while Quinn simply smiled at having won before Finn could retort Rachel spoke up. "Don't worry, we'll be going."

"All right." Finn quickly smiled at her. "We'll see you at seven."

"We'll be there," Sam answered this time, practically forcing Finn to look back at him.

"Make sure that you aren't late," Quinn said dismissively, as she began to pull Finn away. "Take care."

Rachel watched them go for a moment before looking at Sam. "I hope it's okay that I agreed."

"Don't worry," Sam winked at her. "We can always continue where we left off later tonight."

"You have no shame." Rachel smacked his arm playfully. "I'm going to take a shower."

Sam watched her go, before he felt the hairs on the back on his neck rise—as if he were being watched. He turned to look outside again, only to see Finn standing on his driveway. Their gazes met. Sam watched as Finn pointed at both his eyes with two fingers briefly before pointing at him, as if to warn him that he would be watching him. Sam smirked in amusement as he slammed the door closed. Tonight was going to be interesting.


Rachel couldn't stop her thoughts from wondering back to Finn as she showered. The last time she had spoken with him, he practically broke her heart and shattered all dreams of having a future with him. Even so, she would be lying if she said seeing him again after seven years didn't do something to her and she didn't know if it was good thing or a bad thing. But she was glad to know that seeing him married didn't hurt her, instead she felt a bit happy for him. She could see that Finn had moved on and found love and she could breathe again. Rachel had taken great measures making sure that she never crossed paths with Finn Hudson again and a part of her feared for seeing him because she didn't want feel the pain again. And now that she did, the pain that used to be associated with him was not there.

Rachel turned off the water and began drying herself, feeling more confident. Finn hadn't made a scene. Did that mean that he was okay with her moving on? Even if it he wasn't, that didn't mean that it would stop her from moving on. But moving on to what? Rachel opened the bathroom door, only to be greeted by a shirtless Sam; parading through the room as he looked for something but stopped when he caught sight of her. She felt her face become extremely warm as blush coated her cheeks under his gaze. She had to stop herself from letting her gaze trail down his chest. Even though she had seen his muscular chest for most of the whole day, it did nothing to build a defense against him or the way his muscles flexed when he moved around, like now. He was sitting on the bed and untying his shoes and Rachel couldn't stop herself from biting her lower lip to keep from moaning. "Dang him."

"You keep standing there with only a towel," Sam looked up meeting her gaze, "and you'll have me thinking that you want to continue where we left off in the kitchen."

"Don't even think about it," Rachel said as she walked toward the closet.

Sam followed her but didn't go inside. Instead he leaned against the door way. "Don't act as if you don't want to."

"I'm not going to comment." Rachel looked through the clothing, trying to find a suitable outfit. "Why haven't you gotten ready?"

"Because someone was taking an awfully long time in the shower," Sam grinned as he stepped inside. "I can only imagine why."

"Clearly because your imagination can conjure up something far better than what really happened in there."

"I highly doubt that. I bet there was a lot of scrubbing and rubbing."

"Maybe."

"Perhaps a moan or two," Sam whispered from behind her, sending delicious shivers down her spine.

"Highly unlikely." Rachel glared at the clothing in front of her, trying to concentrate and ignore the way his hot breath fanned the back of her neck when he brushed her wet hair over one shoulder.

"Maybe you wanted me to join you," he whispered into her ear, before nibbling on it.

Rachel fisted the dress in front of her, trying not to let his nibbling get to her. "Do you think this dress would look nice on me for the occasion?" she asked, trying not to blush when her voice came out as if she were out of breath.

Sam barely glanced at the black dress. "You look good in anything you wear." He enjoyed looking at her more. "Why don't you go the way your dressed right now?"

"In a towel?" she asked him skeptically.

"I don't see why not. It's a lot easier and convenient for what I have planned."

Rachel sucked in a breath when she felt his hand on her belly, slowly move upward over her breast—stopping just where the towel ended above her breasts. His finger traced it until he reached just where she slipped a corner of the towel to keep it wrapped around her. If he inserted the finger and took it out, the towel would fall. "I hope you know that you won't be the only man there." She couldn't stop the smile from forming when she heard a low growl from him.

"Wear that damn black dress," Sam grumbled, placing his hands on her hips.

"Gladly," Rachel winked at him over her shoulder to see him glaring off to the side. "Oh, quit pouting."

"I'm not pouting."

"Then quit acting like a child."

"I'm sure a child wouldn't know how to make you wither under him in pleasure."

"Sam."

"Rachel."

"Go take your shower."

"Only if you join me."

"Sam, don't make me—"

"Fine. I'll go take my shower."

"Better."

"But tomorrow you will join me."

"What?" Rachel asked, confused, before he turns her to face him. "You did not just say—" He cuts her off by pressing his lips against hers and slowly began kissing her. Her toes curl in delight as his tongue strokes against hers leisurely. This kiss wasn't like the past ones which were quick, heated or innocent. Her hands grip his shoulders as an arm wrapped around her waist and his other hand gripped the back of neck her pulling her toward him and keeping her prisoner—so she couldn't turn away. But it wasn't like she had planned to do any time soon, especially if he kept kissing her like he couldn't get enough of her. It wasn't long before her lungs began to burn for oxygen, she damns her need to breathe for screwing this up for her and if his groan was anything to go by, then he also felt the same way. "Sam," she whimpered his name when he pressed his forehead against hers. Her eyes were still close as she tried to breathe in.

"I will make you mine tonight, Rachel Evans." At his words, her eyes snapped open, only to meet his heated emerald gaze as he leaned in again. "Mark my words." His lips brushed against hers as he spoke. Before she could even form a response, Sam let her go but not before making sure she could stand on steady feet and walked away.

Rachel watched him go—speechless—as he grabbed a towel and he left the closet. "Damn him and that sexy walk of his." It took her a moment to realize what she just thought, groaning, as she buried her face into her dress and tried to burn that thought from her mind—but it continued to rear its head. "Sexy walk." Rachel shook her head. "I'm so screwed," she moaned.


Finn was busy unpacking when his grandmother, Cassandra Hudson, come into the room. "Hey, Grandma," he greeted warmly, pulling her into a hug.

"I hope you like the changes I made." Cassandra wrapped her arms around him and held him closely. "I missed you."

"Of course," Finn said, glancing at the room Quinn and him would be sharing. It used to be his old bedroom but hadn't been in it for almost five years. He was glad to see that they had taken out all his posters from his teenage years, along with all the comic books and everything else that somewhat tied him to his childhood years—except for the few family photos that he treasured. "I missed you, too."

"I highly doubt that." Cassandra raised an eyebrow at him as she pulled away. "You didn't come visit me nor called me lately."

"I have been busy with work," Finn said, getting back to work on unpacking his things along with Quinn's. "And marriage. It's not my fault I have very demanding women in my life." He winked at her.

Cassandra faked a gasp as she took a seat on his bed. "I take offense to that. I'm not demanding at all."

"Of course you're not."

"Are you being sarcastic with me, boy?"

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"Don't make me wash that mouth of yours with soap."

"Really, Grandma? You haven't done that in years."

"Doesn't mean that I have forgotten how to yet."

"And I'm not as small as I was back then. You will need a chair to reach me and if you keep acting this way, I won't be a gentleman and go get you one."

"Blasphemy. What happened to the little boy who used to do everything I say?"

"He grew up and decided to be a tad bit rebellious," Finn smirked.

Cassandra threw her head back as she let out a heartfelt laugh. Finn looked over his shoulder, amused, to see her clutching her stomach. "I haven't laughed like this in a while," she said, trying to regain her composure. "I missed you, my dear boy." She patted the spot next to her on the bed. "Come and talk to me. What do you think about the town?"

"Well, it has grown a lot since the last time I've been here." Finn took a seat beside her. "But the people are still nice, which goes to show that may never change and I think it's a good thing."

"I agree."

"But I remember you telling me that in small towns such as these, you will find the biggest surprises and secrets," Finn grinned at her. "I have found a few surprises here but not a secret as of yet. Would you mind sharing one with me?"

"Sharing one what?"

"A secret," Finn smiled, but couldn't help but to notice the way his grandmother went tense after he said those words. There was a slight widening in her eyes before regret filled them but in a blink of an eye it was gone, and Finn thought it might have been his imagination.

"Don't worry yourself with that." Cassandra patted his hand. "There are reasons why secrets remain buried. It's best to leave them in the ground…because when they resurface…"

Finn waited for her to continue but instead she remained quiet. "Grandma." He turned his palm facing upward and grabbed her hand lightly in his. "Are you okay?"

"Of course I am." Cassandra lips curved into a smile. "Now tell me about your surprises today."

"Well, Quinn and I had no idea Sam Evans had moved here when we came. I had asked Dad because Quinn was concerned that he wasn't answering his phone at all."

"So your father told you Sam bought a house here?" Cassandra frowned, not liking where this was going.

"Yeah and even told me he was married." Finn glanced at her. "But he wouldn't tell me who no matter how much I asked, so instead he sent Quinn and I to go invite Sam and his wife to dine with us tonight."

Cassandra tightened her grip on her grandson's hand. "I'm sorry…"

Finn looked away from her. "For what?"

"I should have told you when you arrived, but I…" Cassandra swallowed, feeling her throat become dry. "It wasn't the right time."

"I don't think there could have ever been a right time, Grandma." Finn forced a smile. "But thanks for trying."

"How are you feeling?"

"About what? Her being married or seeing her?"

"…Both."

"It felt strange…like a dream. I had always wanted to see her again, craved it, after our break up." Finn met his grandmother's concern gaze. "I remembered your words. Why you thought I should let her go and then what you said that had to happen in order to prove that she was mine."

"Finn, I—"

"She was never mine, Grandma. And I can't understand why I loved her then if she was never mine…I still do…or at least a part of me still does and I think always will…"

"That's what makes us humans, Finn. Our ability to love one another, even when we are not supposed to." A frown marred her face. "Sometimes, we can't stop how we feel…and that ability can also make us monsters, Finn. Lead us to do the most heinous of crimes to obtain that one person…to make them feel the same way…love then turns to an obsession and mars the very soul—distorting that person and hurts many lives."

"Grandma…" Finn whispered worriedly, when he felt her clasp onto his hand tighter—almost desperately.

"Promise me that your love for her will not turn to that…that you won't change." She met his gaze, her eyes searching.

"I promise," Finn said earnestly, wanting to calm her. "It's impossible for it to turn that way." When he saw her question gaze and her grip on his hand loosen, he elaborated. "Rachel is my first love and she will always have a special place in my heart, but she is not the love of my life."

"The love of your life?"

"That's only reserved for one person."

"One person…?"

"My wife of course," Finn grinned, catching his grandmother off guard. "Quinn Hudson."

"Of course." A small smile graced her lips as she looked at him affectionately. "I'm so proud of you." Her hand patted his cheek. "Don't forget that."

"I know." Finn met her gaze. "You remind me every time we speak."

"And I love you very much."

"I know."

"And everything I do is for you."

"I know, Grandma. Are you sure you're okay?" Finn narrowed his eyes on her. "You're not sick, are you?"

"I'm not sick. I'm perfectly fine. Can't a grandmother coo over her grandson?"

"I guess, but you have been acting weird…no offense. Are you sure you're not sick?"

"Finn Christopher Hudson, you listen to me right now," Cassandra glared at him. "I am not sick. I am perfectly fine."

"I believe you." Finn took out his cell phone and began to look through his contacts. "I just want to double check. I'm taking you to the clinic tomorrow."

"No you are not." She held out her hand. "Give me that cell phone."

"We'll go after we visit Mom's grave. Tomorrow is her anniversary."

"Finn…"

"I just want to make sure you're okay. You remember what happened to Mom. Everyone thought she was fine and then that illness hit her out of nowhere, and she died," Finn frowned. "I don't want that happening to you, not if I can do something about it," he said fiercely.

Cassandra blinked back tears as her hand dropped to her lap, remembering the lie they told him all those years ago.

"I know you don't want to go, but please go for me. I don't want to see…" He couldn't continue to speak through the lump that formed in his throat. His voice would crack and he didn't want his grandmother to see him cry. He was a grown man after all but the image of seeing his mother, lying on the floor motionlessly in his father's study reared in his head and bringing with it all the feelings he had tried to bury. "I can't lose you like that, too…"

Cassandra remembered that it was Finn who had found his mother's corpse and it was his blood-curdling scream for his mother that had alerted everyone in the household something was wrong. She remembered running inside her Frank's study to see Finn being held back by the servants as he cried, trying to get back to his mother, while Frank looked at his dead wife. A hint of regret echoed in his gaze before his eyes went complete blank of emotion. She had grabbed Finn, burying his head in her stomach to keep him from seeing anymore and held the nine-year-old as he cried his eyes out. His body shaking with tears and his hands curled into her clothing—as if trying to hold on. It took months for Finn to recover to the boy he used to be, but even then a part of him wasn't the same. No one wanted to tell him that his mother had purposely overdosed on pills. "You know your mother would have been proud of you."

"You think so?" Finn asked, surprised.

"I know so," Cassandra smiled gently at him before pulling him down and pressing her lips against his forehead. "If only she had been a bit stronger then she would have been able to tell you herself." But then she remembered the strong woman Carole used to be before marrying Frank and how over the years her strength faded away until she was only an empty shell that only lit up with emotion when Finn was around. But when he was sent off to boarding school, everything changed. Cassandra tried helping her, but it was too late—Carole was too far out of her reach. No one expected her to do what she did. In the end, her love for her son wasn't strong enough to keep her tied to the world of the living, especially when he was no longer around her. The day she ended her life was the day Finn was coming back home for the holidays. "I'm so sorry." But she didn't know for whom she was sorry, Carole or Finn for failing them.

Quinn, who had been on her way to the bedroom Finn and her were sharing, stopped before reaching the doorway when she heard Cassandra and Finn talking. She knew she should leave them alone or make her presence known to them, but instead she had stayed rooted to her spot when she heard Finn talking about Rachel. It wasn't until he called her the love of his life did the fists on her sides uncurled and she leaned against the wall relieved. "I love you, too, scatterbrain," she whispered affectionately and it was then she had planned to walk inside the room but when Finn began talking to his grandmother, she knew she couldn't—especially when she heard the worry in his voice. He still needed to talk to his grandmother, so instead she waited quietly and listened to them. She was lost in her thoughts as she tried to figure out what exactly happened to his mother. Finn had told her that his mother passed away twenty years ago, but the details surrounding it were vague—even to him. Quinn was trying to solve what she thought was a mystery that she didn't hear the footsteps approaching the door until it was too late and she came face-to-face with Cassandra Hudson.

"Hi," Quinn greeted her nervously, not knowing how she was going to react.

"Hello, Quinn," Cassandra greeted her granddaughter-in-law with a knowing smile.

"I—"

"You don't have to explain." Cassandra looked at her warmly. "You should go to him. He needs you right now, just as much as you need him." She patted her arm affectionately. "Go to him."

"Thank you," Quinn sighed in relief, giving her a small smile before entering the room to see Finn sitting on the bed, looking at the floor—contemplating. Without a word she walked over to him, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her body against his—pushing him on the mattress until they were laying on it. "Hey," She greeted, whispering into his ear as his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her close.

"Hi," Finn greeted kissing her cheek.

"What's wrong?"

"I was just thinking…"

"About?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to come with me to visit my mom's grave site…I can introduce her to you," Finn gulped. "But if you don't wa—"

"I'd love to. It's about time you introduced me to her. Hopefully she won't hate me for taking her son and not telling her."

"She won't. I won't let her."

Quinn chuckled, snuggling closer on him.

"Grandma is coming."

"So?"

"I just thought I'd let you know."

"…"

"…"

"I love you."

Finn smirked only she was blushing. "I love you, too."


"We can still escape this if you want," Sam said as Rachel rang the doorbell. "We can climb back into my car and I could call Frank—making an excuse as to why we can't make it."

"We are not ditching them," Rachel glared at him. "We agreed to come already."

"Is it so bad that I just want to spend some alone time with you?" Sam asked as his fingertips slowly trailed up her arm.

"Only when your plans involve being in bed for the whole evening." Rachel swatted his hand way, knowing how a simple touch from him could make her cave in to their desires.

"Is that such a bad thing?" Sam gave her a wolfish grin that had her looking away instantly when she felt her face become considerably warm.

"Don't you dare." She warned a moment before the door opened to reveal Finn buttoning his cuffs, not noticing them and he glared at them stubbornly. "Hi, Finn," she greeted and bit back a smile when he almost took a step back but instead slammed his elbow on the oak door.

Sam grimaced in sympathy when Finn bit back a curse. "Hi, you guys," Finn greeted with a forced smile, trying not to rub his elbow and ease the pain. "You came just in time." He stepped aside to give them more space to walk in. "Come inside."

Sam let Rachel walk in first and followed close behind when he noticed Finn give Rachel a once over. He was going to first strangle Mike for buying such provocative dresses for Rachel and then he was going to punch Finn in the face if he dared to make a move on Rachel in front of him…or behind his back. "So how are the preparations coming?"

"Quinn is checking on the maids and keeping an eye on the food, Grandma is in the living room waiting for you and the old man is in his study probably getting drunk."

"Finn," Rachel warned.

"What?" Finn glanced over his shoulder at her. "You know as well as I do that he probably is and I have recently learned that he tends to drink more when I'm here."

"I'm sure that's not true."

"So I apologize in advance if he does anything embarrassing."

"Who does anything embarrassing?" Frank asked as he walked down the stairs.

"Hopefully no one," Finn muttered, looking away.

Sam glanced between them, noticing the hostility before Frank could push the subject as he intervened smoothly. "Thank you for inviting us to dinner," he said, causing Finn and Rachel to look at him gratefully when Frank turned his attention on him.

"I'm so glad to see that you could make it," Frank greeted him warmly, shaking his hand before turning to Rachel. "You look very stunning, Rachel…" his voice died off when his gaze fell on to the band hanging from the silver chain on her neck.

Sam and Finn tensed when they noticed exactly where Frank was staring at. Sam hands clenched into fists, not believing that the older man was looking at his wife's chest in front of him. And Finn didn't know whether he wanted to join Sam in jumping his father for checking out his ex-fiancée right in front of him or jump in between both men and keep his grandmother from having a heart attack at the commotion.

Rachel shifted uncomfortably under his gaze and grasped the band that hung on her chest.

"Where did you find that?" Frank asked, breaking the unknowing tension he formed. His eyes never strayed from the band, even when Rachel's hand covered it.

"In the backyard of my house," Rachel answered hesitantly. "Do you know who it belongs to?"

Frank met her inquisitive gaze. "No," he shook his head. "I thought it looked familiar."

"Oh…" Rachel didn't believe him, especially when his gaze landed briefly on the band once more before he walked toward the living room.

"Join us for drinks before we eat," Frank said over his shoulder.

"Sorry," Finn apologized to Rachel. "I…I don't know…I think he's—"

"Weird," Sam mumbled, glaring at Frank's back as Rachel and Finn looked at him.

"Hey," Finn protested. "He's my dad…only I can call him that."

"What did I say?"

"Sam, apologize to him." Rachel tried not to be amused at the situation in front of her, but Finn attempting to be intimidating by glaring daggers at Sam, while Sam being nonchalant about the situation was making it a challenge.

"I was only saying the truth, Rachel."

"Sam."

"Fine," Sam sighed, meeting Finn's gaze—unfazed by the death glare. "I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted," Finn said, walking passed him and into the living room.

"I can't believe you just made me apologize to him," Sam grumbled to Rachel as they followed Finn.

"I can't either," Rachel grinned at him. "Isn't it amazing?"

Sam always knew she was one evil woman under all that sweet sugar coated fluff she called personality and he now had the evidence. She had him wrapped around her finger and he didn't have the will to bother unwinding himself.


Rachel breathed in the fresh air as she stepped out the Hudson's back door and into their backyard. She couldn't believe it had been seven years since she stepped foot there. The place hadn't changed one bit and the sight still brought her peace. Whenever she wanted to avoid the tension between Frank and Finn, and Cassandra was nowhere to be found—she'd come here. And like always, he knew where to find her when she wanted to escape and she wouldn't mind his presence after all these years. As she heard the back door open, a small smile graced her lips. "I was wondering when you were going to join me." Rachel glanced over her shoulder to see Finn smiling at her hesitantly.

"I didn't know whether to follow you considering that we are both married to other people," Finn gulped nervously. "I didn't know if it was appropriate."

"I guess you found your answer since you came here."

"I did. Quinn knows I love her and Sam knows you love him."

"Without a doubt." Rachel looked forward quickly, not wanting Finn to see the shock on her face. She didn't know whether to be worried about how easily the lie came out from her mouth or the fact that it didn't feel like a lie.

"And I can see he feels the same way about you." Finn took a seat beside her, making sure to keep some proper distance. "If him being protective of you ever since the old man pulled that weird gaze on you is to go by."

Rachel let a smile curve on her lips at the thought of Sam. He was being adorable with his over protectiveness. Whenever Frank would come near her to speak, Sam wouldn't be too far to join in the conversation and capture his attention, while she would go sneak off to Cassandra but when the elderly lady had to go do something—she sneaked off to the back yard. "He tends to do that a lot but it's okay. He's lucky he's adorable."

"I so did not need to hear that."

"Really? You act as if I told how good he is in bed."

"TMI!"

"You're such a baby."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No, you are."

"Don't be confusing me with you." Rachel playfully shoved him.

"That's pretty hard thing to do considering your freaking small and I'm freakishly tall."

"Did you just make fun of my height?"

"Yes and you probably noticed I made fun of my own height as well."

"That still doesn't change the fact that you made fun of my height."

"So?"

"Take it back."

"No."

"I said take it back."

"And I said no."

"…"

"Ouch! Did you just pinch me?"

"And I can do far worse, Finn Hudson."

"You wouldn't da—" Finn wasn't able to finish his sentence since Rachel got up and got him in a chokehold. "Rachel!"

"Take it back!"

"Let go!"

"Not until you take it back."

"I…can't…breathe."

"You want to breathe? You know what to do."

"I…take it…back."

"See now that wasn't so hard."

"Not for you." Finn rubbed his throat. "You weren't the one having trouble breathing."

"Oh, stop acting like you don't miss this."

"I never said I didn't," Finn grinned at her. "I miss us…I miss you."

"Finn…" Rachel looked at him nervously.

"Not like that," Finn said quickly, while Rachel raised an eyebrow at him. "Okay, I semi do but I miss us hanging out and messing around like this."

"Like we did when we were friends?" Rachel asked him curiously.

"Exactly!"

"You want us to be friends again?"

"Yeah! But only if you want to…I don't want to force it on you and Sam seems very protective of you, I don't think he'll like you hanging out with me much."

"You're afraid of Sam?" Rachel looked at him skeptically.

"I wouldn't say afraid." Finn shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "More like intimidated of him. You weren't there when I was going out with Quinn and to make matters worse, she didn't tell him until we were engaged. If looks could kill, Rachel, I would be fifteen feet under the ground. He didn't have to say anything, I knew that if I hurt her in any way—he would come after me and that's just his best friend." Finn looked at her nervously. "You're his wife, he probably won't even give me a look; I think he'll start swinging and beat the crap out of me before letting me go anywhere with you. So he'll know I won't do anything to you since I'll be in a world filled with pain."

"Now you're just over exaggerating." Rachel shook her head amused. "Sam wouldn't do that."

This time, it was Finn that looked at her skeptically. "Then you really don't know the men in the Evans family."

Rachel glanced at him curiously.

Finn looked at her seriously. "You don't fuck with their loved ones unless you want to get fucked over."

"Where did you hear that?"

"…You really want to know."

"Yes."

"Well…"

"Finn."

"I made it up!" Finn grinned. "Didn't it sound awesome?"

"You really are something else."

"I know, I get that a lot."

This time Rachel couldn't contain the laughter that left her lips. "I miss this, too, Finn."

"I'm sorry about what happened."

"You said that seven years ago."

"And I said it again in case you didn't hear the first time."

Rachel chuckled. "I'm sorry for cutting all contact with you…you used to be my best friend before you became my first love. It was wrong of me to do that."

"And yet you had every right," Finn smiled gently at her. He held his hand out to her to shake. "Friends?"

"Friends." Rachel returned his smile before shaking his hand.

"Maybe we should go inside before they figure out we're missing."

"Something tells me Sam already knows," she grinned as she stood up. She turned around with Finn only to see Sam and Quinn standing by the window but instead of watching them they appeared to be in a heated argument…well, more on Quinn's part. Sam seemed to be grinning mischievously as he motioned with his hands and moved his champagne glass in front of Quinn—as if trying to make her angry. The next thing they knew, Quinn had gotten annoyed and smacked the bottom of Sam's champagne glass sending the liquid flying and landing on the window.

Finn and Rachel burst out laughing again at the disbelieving looks Sam and Quinn had a moment before she ran and returned with a washcloth. Sam snatched it from her and began wiping the glass quickly. He had barely finished when Frank joined them. Quinn grabbed the washcloth discreetly from Sam and excused herself leaving both men to talk.

"Maybe we should go rescue Sam now," Rachel said, walking toward the back door with Finn following at a slower pace.


"It's good to see my two favorite women and my two favorite men at the same table—eating dinner with me," Cassandra said, smiling at both couples. "I feel very much loved."

"If you weren't feeling loved, Grandma, then Sam and I wouldn't be doing a good job at making you happy," Finn answered as he cut into his steak.

"The only way you can make me happier is if you would give me great grandchildren."

Finn stopped cutting his steak as Quinn choked on her wine. Rachel thought the elderly woman had only been addressing Finn and Quinn, but when she felt her gaze on Sam and her, she blushed, while Sam looked at Cassandra—amused. "Is that right?" Sam asked.

"Of course," Cassandra smiled at him. "I miss seeing the little ones crawling under the table or running around."

"Mom, you just miss holding and pampering a baby," Frank said from across the table.

"Can you blame me? You and Finn are far too old for me to carry." Cassandra looked back at Finn and Quinn. "So?"

"We're working on it," Quinn answered with a smile as Finn grabbed her hand from under the table.

"It won't be long, then," Cassandra grinned with glee, before looking at Sam and Rachel. "And you two?"

"Children?" Sam asked, just to make sure they were on that subject.

"Yes. Do you plan on having some any time soon?"

"Well, we are waiting for the right time, considering we barely got married." Sam looked at Rachel affectionately. "I want to be a bit more selfish with her and keep her a little longer to myself before I have to share her with any darling children we will have."

"BS," Finn said, masking it with a cough and, in return, received a kick to the shin by Quinn.

Frank glanced at his son worriedly when he saw the grimace on his face but decided not to question.

"Aww, that's very sweet," Cassandra smiled at them approvingly. "I understand," she turned to Quinn. "Can I help pick out baby names?"

"Of course," Quinn smiled at her gently.

Rachel met Sam's gaze and smiled at him affectionately. "Thanks," she whispered.

"Don't thank me yet," Sam whispered back. "We're supposed to be working on making babies tonight." He winked at her.

Rachel quickly looked away when she felt another blush coming on and instead caught Frank looking at her or—more precisely—at the band. A chill went down her spine.

Sam noticed the way Rachel tensed and followed her gaze to Frank. He could have sworn that at the moment, Frank appeared as if he had seen a ghost. "To my beloved S." The inscription in the band came into his mind and a sent a chill down his spine.


Mary Evans tried to keep her eyes open as she watched TV but sleep was proving to be a huge challenge for her. It was by luck, that she heard the door behind her close. For a moment, she thought it could be Stevie but he had told her he was going to spend the night with his fiancée and Stacie wasn't due to arrive until tomorrow afternoon. It was then that apprehension gripped her. She carefully got up from the couch, grabbed the lamp—her only source of light next to the TV—and turned around to face the intruder. Only to see no one standing there but relief didn't settle the feeling of being watched—keeping her on edge.

Mary reached for her cell phone, ready to dial Sam or 911, but froze when she heard footsteps. "Who are you?" she asked, raising the lamp but it could only do so much to lighten some of the shadows in the room. Without a doubt in her mind, she knew the intruder was hiding there. "Show yourself." She waited anxiously for any sound and when nothing came, she thought it was all in her imagination until she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. A man dressed in black walked out of the shadows and into the light—his hands raised in surrender.

A gasped escaped Mary's lips as the lamp slipped from her hands. "It's you," she whispered, right before the light bulb hit the floor breaking and engulfing the room in darkness.

AN: I would like to thank my beta MissBreePhoenix613 for looking this over. =)

AN 2: I apologize for any grammatical errors. I know that Sam and Rachel were supposed to get it on in this chapter, but I just felt that it didn't fit with the whole atmosphere surrounding this chapter. But don't worry their time will come. =) As for the whole thing concerning Finn and Quinn I had planned for them to be somewhat antagonists, but then there are so many fics with them being the evil ones so I decided to cut them some break. Especially when I realized what I have planned to be revealed surrounding past is pretty dark and them being evil doesn't fit in it. Then I realized how when the truth comes out it's gonna affect Finn just as much as it will Rachel and Sam and what affects Finn in turn affects Quinn. So these four characters in a way their past, present and perhaps future are linked together. When shit goes down Rachel is gonna need someone other than Sam to have her back, someone who no one in Shadow Falls knows about and Sam is going to need someone else to have his back and protect Rachel other than Mike and Puck when shit hits the fan like literally. Things are going to start picking up pace from now on at least I hope so. =D As for the ending scene with Mary I'll leave you guys to guess who it is that she sees. ;) So with that said please don't forget to review! I love hearing what you guys have to say! (^_^)

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