Hello readers! I want to start off apologizing for vanishing yet again. I am going to finish this, I promise. I love each review I get, but there are definitely a few that always drive me to post what I can. Namely TierAnazazi. There have of course been others, but that is my most consistent reviewer and to see them there even when I'm not is always heartwarming. So thank you to them and to everyone else that stuck around while I took my sweet time to write this.

There's minor Faberry here, however much more will be in the next chapter...which will be posted the moment I'm focused enough to write that. I've also done a rough chapter count on things I have planned to do still and all together there are going to be 34 chapters in this fic which means twenty more to go.

And lastly, if I make a few factual mistakes and lack continuity, I apologize now. I'm considering getting a beta, so if anyone is interested feel free to contact me about it.

Finn's eyes haven't looked my way since we entered the doctor's office, the white walls causing my already nervous eyes to find anything distracting. I wanted to wait for him to speak, hoping that he'd at the very least broach the topic of what was going on; what had happened. But those sad angry eyes only pierced the floor, not once able to look away. It was like he was lost, like he'd forgotten everything that made him Finn; and I couldn't help but feel as if that was all my fault. "Finn," I finally call, chancing a gaze to his hand that had been cradled in his lap. "Say something."

"You should go."

It wasn't what I had wanted to hear, and the mere fact that he couldn't give me the time of day had been infuriating in itself. He had nearly swung at my head, he had made a scene; yes I may have cheated on him, only to wind up dating the very girl I cheated with but I deserved to explain myself! And with that very thought in mind my mouth opened for words to race out. I didn't care where it led, or if he even accepted any of it. But he'd damn sure hear what I had to say. "Finn Hudson, you do not get to brush me off after everything-"

"After everything we've been through?" He questioned, his gaze finally finding my own.

I swallow hard.

Suddenly I didn't want to have this conversation.

"It was her wasn't it? It was Quinn that night I caught you kissing- no, cheating on me. She was the one that drove you home and had her hands all over you." His eyes were accusatory, enough to keep my own words stuck in my throat. "God, I'm such an idiot," He shouted, turning away again. "I knew. I mean I didn't but I did. The way she kept looking at you after that day, I freaking knew it."

"Finn,"

"And I didn't want to believe it. It was so much easier when I could pretend it was Puck. I could expect Puck, I knew that at least Puck was a guy that would take care of you if he cared enough. But Quinn? All she's ever done was hurt you! I got cheated on with a girl that's only ever called you names or brought you down or thrown a slushie at you." His face contorted to confusion as he kept talking, shoulders tensing the more he thought. I could hear voices outside the doors, and the silence that came over us was enough for me to find my strength again. At the very least explain this to him, or try to anyways.

"Quinn takes care of me," I offered, to which he simply huffed and rolled his eyes. "She does. She hasn't let a single thing happen to me since we broke up. She cares for me, and she's explained everything. We've talked about what I care to talk about. You know me, Finn. I am always ready to give out second chances. I wouldn't have dated you if I didn't." With a shrug I waited for him to meet my gaze again, something that didn't happen until the doctor came back in. His smile felt out of place in the room of confusion and hurt. But he smiled all the same, and showed Finn the x-ray while Carole came in the room not long after. She gave the both of us questioning looks, worried that something horrible had happened. But when Finn explained that he lost his temper after finding out that I had cheated on him with a girl, Carole seemed to keep quiet.

I had caught his gaze out of the corner of my eye, still sad, still hurt, but not angry. That was something at the very least. "I didn't mean to cheat," I attempted to explain, noticing Carole grow slightly more uncomfortable as the doctor began placing Finn's hand in a cast. "I got caught up in the moment. She...she was romantic, and she made me feel so..." I stop myself from continuing, seeing the pained look on Finn's face. "Finn, I don't mean to hurt you I just want you to understand that it wasn't my intention to cheat. I was trying to get Quinn back to Glee Club. And she made me forget everything outside of that night. I wasn't even aware of what was happening. I mean, that's ridiculous, I was aware but I wasn't aware of the outside consequences. Everything just vanished. I don't know how to quite explain it but I do hope you'll forgive me. You're a wonderful man and I hate that I've hurt you so horribly but I can't imagine not having you in my life somehow. You're the first real friend I had in glee, and that means something to me."

His face hadn't changed as I spoke, his eyes focused on the floor once again as the doctor worked and Carole attempted to pay the walls more attention than our conversation. It isn't until the doctor finishes that he speaks, his mother slightly distracted with questions. It was almost like Finn and I were on a different plane than they were. "Does she make you happy?"

It had caught me off guard, but I nod slowly, eyes locked to his slouching form. "Very much. Every day."

And he nods. Nothing more. No other words. Just nods and waits to be released from the doctor's office.

He doesn't talk to me even while Carole drives me home, flashing me a warm smile before I leave. Something I take comfort in. While Finn may be angry with me I have someone that I considered a mother figure still, and that was something to hold on to.

At the very least I would have to distract myself for the evening, texting Quinn while looking at college's in New York. The mere fact that Quinn wasn't sure what she was doing had chilled me to my core but I would happily give her all the information I could. Considering she had done the same for me not so long ago it only seemed fair. Quinn had given me hope where it was stolen by Ms. Pilsbury, an admittedly horrible counselor I'm seeing as time goes on. So to be able to return the favor and find something for Quinn to feel a passion for.

I send my night going over possible majors, minors and colleges; organizing them from distance to NYADA. And when I am happily finished highlighting each benefit of each college in pink (blue reserved for the cons of them), I place them in a small pile to the side, next to the briefcase I've borrowed from my dad. It say neatly at my desk while I slept, giving me hopeful dreams of Quinn and I's future together. One's with two children, shows, lullabies and weddings. A wonderful dream that I couldn't wait to start on very soon.

However as morning came, I'm left to wonder just how long that would be. Having children was easily a pricey feat, not to mention needing two steady jobs and a proper home before it all happens, and then the expenses a child has on two people; it lead to a new binder purchase just before leaving for school, one designed specifically for expenses and life planning.

By the time glee rolled around the binder had been filled with small scribbles of numbers and bullet points of dates and events. I had only reached up to our wedding by that point, and found that I was stuck until more was discussed on what we'd have and who'd we'd invite. All of the planning had felt incredibly overwhelming until I enter glee and see her; short choppy hair surrounding her cheeks as she reads one of her books. It's a sight that sets my heart into a small flutter before I sit next to her, eyeing the words to find it to be yet another romance novel. "I'm surprised you haven't grown tired of those," I tease lightly, placing my binder back in my bag as I get comfortable.

Her finger moves to the paragraph she's on as she looks up to meet my gaze, the sight causing my breath to hitch slightly. She's always been beautiful to me; however moments like those, when she looked at me like I was simply the most precious person on the planet would always catch me off guard. "It's how I get my genius lines and ideas." She joked, a soft chuckle sounding from her before Mr. Schue walked in, Finn not too far behind him.

"Alright guys," Mr. Schue called from the piano, smiling sympathetically at Finn as he sat at the front. He met my eyes briefly, and I offer a small encouraging smile that goes ignored. "Welcome Finn back, he's been dealing with a bit of a rough patch. And he's sorry for everything that's happened-"

"Right, that's why he's making you say it instead of apologizing himself." Santana calls from her seat, the words making Finn's shoulder's slump slightly.

The majority of glee club is spent in tension, most of the members not trusting Finn, or accepting the apology Mr. Schuester gave for him. While I couldn't blame everyone, I had felt a little guilty. Finn always had this part of me, he was my first love, after all. And perhaps that was why I didn't want to see him hurt. What I once thought to be confused labeling, I was positive that I loved Finn to some degree. And seeing him so hurt hardly seemed fair while I was so happy. "Do you want to come over later?" Quinn's voice woke me from my inner dialogue, a soft smile gracing my features as I grabbed for my bag.

"I'd love to. I actually have a few things I'd like to show you." Quinn arches her brow at me, however doesn't question it before we make our way out of the choir room. The air outside is still quite chilly, however nothing like the way it was just a few weeks ago. The sun having to do a great deal with that fact, and still, Quinn takes it upon herself to place her jacket over my shoulders. All the while folding her arms across her chest; the sight gets me to giggle, preparing to take it off before she stops me.

"Keep it. You can give it back when you see me tonight." She smiles, her eyes sparkling as if there was actual light coming from them. The look alone has me forgetting how exhausting yesterday was, and that alone is a welcome relief.

"I'll be there around six?" I ask politely, to which she simply nods with a light nip to her bottom lip.

"Don't eat beforehand." Her words are rushed slightly, a light blush coming over her features before she placed a soft peck to my lips, one that caused my heart to flutter with ease. It had felt like an eternity since I've felt those lips on my own, and the moment they pulled back I can feel my brows furrow. Already I can hear the smile that comes over her face before my eyes even open. "My mom'll be working late so I can kiss you as much as I want."

Now it's my turn to blush, and I can almost hear her giggle before it's even sounding out from her.

When we finally find the strength to part ways, I can feel a pair of eyes on me, only to turn and see Finn's sad gaze behind me. He offers a sad awkward wave, one I return with enthusiasm, more than excited to see him trying. I had always assumed it would be me. That I'd put all the effort and he'd be the one only doing what he was expected to. It was nice, to see him initiate it, it was more than I could have expected from him, and it meant everything to me.