A/N: Well guys, I think we're getting down to the last couple chapters. There may be one or two after this one. But, I can't just let the five sexiest Jews go. Look out for a sequel though! It's either going to be titled the Five Sexy Jews or Rememberance. I'm not sure yet. Oh, and if you have any name suggestions for the little Puckleberries, let me know.

~Destiny

Finn's P. O. V

I was dumped by Rachel Berry. Crazy Rachel Berry dumped the quarterback. And now I sat on a plane in seat 27C, right next to the new, but not new, couple. They were sickening.

Rachel had fallen asleep a few minutes after the plane took off. Puck had gotten her a blanket and let his shoulder be her pillow. Rachel was not nestled into his side and was smiling as she slept. Gag me.

They didn't even know the truth about that night. Where we had been going. What she wanted to do. I doubt they would be this sweet if they know.

When we were about to land, Puck woke Rachel up. Her eyes opened and there was real terror in those beautiful orbs. The couple seemed to have a silent conversation ("What's wrong?" "I'll tell you later.") before strapping on their seatbelts.

I wonder what she dreamt of… Maybe it was a memory. I grinned. The destruction of Puckleberry was well underway. Man, I wanted popcorn to watch the show!

They were cute and gag worthy while we got off the plane. They were sweet and vomit inducing as we got our luggage (how long can you hold someone's hand? Dear lord, you'd think they would have sweaty palms by now).

I had enough of Puckleberry to last me a lifetime and then some. She didn't deserve someone like him. She needed a prince or something close. I had to end it, so I yelled, "She wanted an abortion!"

Rachel's P. O. V.

I could feel myself drifting off to sleep as I looked out the window. The buildings and people were growing smaller as the plane rose into the air. Once the pilot said we could unfasten our seatbelts, I got comfortable. Noah's arms wrapped around my shoulder, and I rested my head on his chest. Within moments I was asleep.

I couldn't look at my mirror. I knew what would see. First would be the reflection I now hated. Second would be a picture of Noah and I Papa had taken when we were hanging out in the living room. Noah brought over some game system and a game called Guitar Hero, and we were playing together. It was my favorite picture because I had beaten Aero smith's "Toys in the Attic" on expert level on the first try. I also had defeated Noah's high score. It was the only time Noah admitted that I was more badass than he was. It had been the perfect day.

I wondered if Noah missed me at all. We had not spoken since the break up. Hell, I told him that I was carrying triplets at the same time I told the rest of the glee club. I wished it was him that held my hand in the hallways. I loved him, but my anger based actions destroyed everything. Now my children would most likely know Finn as their father.

I winced, knowing that there was no way in hell that Finn would be the acting parent of my babies. Noah was the one they- and I- needed. I grabbed my phone and called Noah once, twice, ten times, but he never answered. I refused to text him my realization, so I called Finn (my car was at the dealer, waiting for me to buy it).

"Rach? Are you okay? Why are you calling me this late?"

It wasn't even nine yet. I rolled my eyes, "Can we go out tonight, Finn? I have an idea on where we can go. Just drive and I'll give you the directions, kay?"

He was confused as always, "Kay… I'll pick you up in a few."

I hoped that I remembered how to get there. It would be most unfortunate if we got lost. Okay, maybe I was using Finn, but he's my best friend. He'd understand what I have to do. I hoped.

I tried to call Noah again, but it went straight to voicemail. Great, I hoped he wasn't with a Cheerio or cougar. I slipped out my front door silently and ran to wait for Finn at the end of the driveway.

He showed up about five minutes later and I quickly jumped into the passenger seat. Without giving time for a greeting, I gave him the first direction.

As time grew on, Finn became more and more nervous and paranoid. I thought nothing of it, figuring that he was worried about what I was going to say to Noah.

Finally, he spoke up, "Why am I driving you here?"

"This way we can both be happy." I rested my hand on my stomach, "Thank you for everything, big brother. I love you." Finn's mouth pressed into a thin line and the car swerved. I looked back, but the road was deserted, "Finn, what are you doing? Finn, look out!"

The car flew off of the road and started to roll down the hill. I screamed as a tree loomed ahead of us. Then everything went black.

"Rachel, wake up." Noah muttered into my ear, "We're almost home."

I opened my eyes and saw that I was on the plane. Then I saw the man who put me into a coma. My hand clenched Noah's arm as I began to shake.

His beautiful eyes poured into mine. Calm down. I'm here. What's wrong?

I shook my head. Later. I fastened my seatbelt and grabbed his hand as we began to land. His thumb traced small circles on the back of my wrist and I began to calm down a little.

Noah stayed at my side at all times in the airport. I was very grateful, because I knew he would protect me from the man I dumped earlier. The man who basically had tried to kill me.

We were almost on the bus when Finn decided to have his revenge. Right as I put my foot on the first step, he yelled to everyone, "She wanted an abortion!"

Oh, hell no. I turned around and glared at him, "Excuse me?"

"The night of the accident, you wanted to have an abortion."

I had to swallow my laughter, "Why the hell would I kill Noah's children the night I finally realized what a dumbass I was? I was trying to get to Noah that night." I gave him a hard, cold, smug look, "And there was no damn accident! The road was empty! You drove off the road! Shit, Finn, you were the one who wanted to kill my family! You put me into a coma! It was all you! No accident. No drunk driver. You!" I started laughing then, "Tell me, were you so jealous of Noah and my love for him that you wanted to destroy us?"

No one spoke. I glared at Finn for a few more moments before turning and getting back onto the bus. I sat next to the window, watching Noah struggle with himself. I hoped he would wait until we were back in Lima before he killed Finn. I grinned when I saw Kurt slap that mother- Whoa, I spent way too much time with Noah. I giggled, wondering who was going to be the one to kick Finn in the place that hurts the most. It was Brittany.

It was a great day indeed.