I'm so sorry this update took so long! I had a bit of writer's block for a while. That's what I get for not writing outlines for my stories.

Also, I think this story is coming to an end. Like I said, I didn't make an outline or anything, but right now I'm guessing there are probably about 4 chapters left.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed and my beta Scarlett88!

I'm not sure how I feel about this next chapter, so please review and let me know what you think! Enjoy :)

Chapter Fourteen

Finn was sitting in his family room, watching a football game when there was a knock on his front door before it opened to reveal his mom and Kennedy. Finn smiled when he saw his daughter, and got up off the couch to greet her.

"Hi, K," he said as he bent down and kissed his little girl. She smiled back, but her eyes were off to the left. When he let go of her she ran to the corner of the room where her dollhouse was and began to silently play by herself.

"Hi, mom," Finn greeted before walking over and kissing her cheek. "How was therapy today?"

"Same as usual," his mom, Carol, answered.

Finn sighed. "It's better than getting worse, I guess."

Carol nodded as she walked over to the couch and sat down. "So, I never got a chance to ask how your dinner with Rachel went the other night."

Finn joined his mom on the couch and awkwardly rubbed his knees. "It was fine. I told her about Kennedy and she told me about New York."

"And that's it?" Carol asked, seeing that her son was holding back on her.

"I…I told her I still loved her," he said shyly.

"And what'd she say?"

"She said she loved me, too, but it wasn't going to work out between us, which I understand. She's in New York, and I'm here, and I have Kennedy to think about, so I can't just pick my life up and move, you know?" He explained.

Carol saw her son was upset, and began to soothingly rub his back. "I just wish that for once, something in my life would go the way I want it to," he said.

"I know, Finn, and I'm sorry every day for the deck of cards you've been dealt because I know it's not fair. But I do have hope that someday everything is going to work out for you," Carol soothed.

Finn sighed. "I don't think I have any more patience to wait for it." Just then the doorbell rang and they both looked up. Finn wasn't in the mood to move off the couch, but once the doorbell rang a second time, he stood up and walked over to the door to answer it.

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Rachel had been moping around the house for two days since her dinner with Finn. It had gone nothing like she had hoped and she was used to getting what she wanted.

Her dads were both at work and she was pacing around the living room, trying to find something to do to keep her mind off it. She wanted to give Shelby and Beth their space to figure everything out, and of course she couldn't go see Finn, it would just be too hard. So she was stuck there, with millions of thoughts racing through her head, thoughts she had been avoiding but now had to face.

She thought about her dinner with Finn, and what they had said to one another. If Rachel wasn't so stubborn she could have come to Lima years and years earlier to tell Finn how she had felt, before it was too late. She couldn't believe she had taken so long. She knew she stayed as a way of punishing herself for the way she had left, and the longer she stayed away the easier it was. It took her fourteen years to work up the courage to come back, so of course it would be too late.

Rachel thought about her life in New York, and how she had as many friends there as she did in high school. It was lonely in New York, and the play was the only thing that had kept her sane, and now it was over and she would have to look for new work. She knew being the star of a Broadway musical would make it easy, but still, she was dreading the weeks that would go by before she found the perfect job. She knew her old cast mates would feel obligated to check in on her every once in a while, but they would not keep close contact, which was Rachel's fault to begin with. The only person that she would talk to on a daily basis would be her publicist, and Rachel guessed it would be only because she had to. After not telling her publicist where she was going for a couple weeks, she had a feeling the fiery redhead would be furious with her.

The brunette sighed because really, what did she have to go back to in New York? She loved the adrenaline rush and the feeling of being on stage, but was it really worth the loneliness that came with it? Suddenly a thought raced through her mind, one she had been avoiding, but was finally ready to think.

She had to go talk to Finn. Now.

There was only one problem: she didn't know where he lived. She quickly got her laptop out and searched the yellow pages. Surprisingly, there were three Finn Hudson's in Allen County, Ohio, and of course, he was the third one. She scribbled down the address on a piece of paper, and Map Quested it. It was only a five minute drive from her dad's house, which meant surely she could walk there in a decent time. She hadn't exercised since she'd been here anyways, and she could use some more time to think her plan over.

Rachel grabbed her purse, the address, and a jacket before walking out the door. It was fall outside, so it wasn't too cold, especially compared to New York that time of the year.

She went over her plan once more in her head to make sure it wasn't stupid or implausible. Once she was satisfied with it she was entering Finn's neighborhood. His house was towards the beginning and when she finally found it she sat and looked at it for a minute.

It was a very small house. From what Rachel could make out it seemed to have two bedrooms, and kitchen, and a family room. The outside seemed completely ignored as well. The grass was high and needed to be mowed, the paint was coming off his gutters, and the leaves scattered across his front yard needed to be picked up. She knew between working hard, and taking care of a daughter with Autism he had little to no time to take care of the house, and her heart seemed to break just thinking about where he lived compared to her. She lived in spacious three-bedroom apartment with a state-of-the-art kitchen, and even a work-out room. She had decorators to take care of the interior and a maid that came twice a week to clean. She had never felt more like a spoiled brat in her life than standing in front of his house.

Finally she shook the thoughts out of her head as she walked up the front porch (almost slipping on a loose step) and rang the door bell. She waited for a few seconds, but she was so eager and impatient to tell him her plan that she rang it again. She heard large footsteps and knew they had to be his. A minute later the door opened and she saw a very surprised Finn.

"Rachel, w…what are you doing here?" he managed to stammer out.

"I was thinking about what happened at dinner, and I really needed to talk to you," she answered honestly.

He nodded. "Come in." He led her into the family room and she closed the door behind her. When she looked up she saw Carol sitting on the couch watching her.

"Hi Mrs. Hummel, it's good to see you again. I'm sorry it's been so long," Rachel said.

"It's good to see you, too," Carol said as she stood up off the couch. "I think I'll just take Kennedy into her room to play and let you two talk."

It wasn't until then that Rachel noticed the little girl, who was playing silently in the corner with her dollhouse. Carol walked over and knelt down next to the little girl. "K, let's go play with the toys in your room," she said as she gently grabbed the little girls arm.

"Nooooo!" Kennedy screamed as she fought off her grandma. She flung her arms and legs in the air. Rachel was surprised to find that both Carol and Finn were surprisingly calm about this.

"You know what mom, she always plays with her dollhouse from six to six thirty when you drop her off, so let her be. We'll talk in the kitchen," he suggested.

Carol nodded as she let go of the girl. She immediately stopped screaming and went back to her dollhouse.

Rachel looked back over to Finn who was walking the short distance from the family room to the kitchen, so she followed. The kitchen was just as small as she imagined. There was just enough room for a stove, some counter space, a refrigerator, and a tiny four-person table. Rachel was surprised, though, when it was actually pretty clean because Finn hadn't always been the cleanest.

"So what did you want to talk about?" he asked, breaking her away from her inspection.

"I've done a lot of thinking about the reasons we can't be together and then I thought, what if we can?" Rachel said.

"Rachel didn't we-."

"Just let me explain," she interrupted. "So you can't move to New York because you have Kennedy, your mom, and your job, and I can't move here because I have my work and everything there." He nodded and she continued. "But what if I could move here?" She could tell he was about to interrupt him again so she put her hand up. "Just hear me out. I finished Wicked last week and have nothing else lined up as of now. And when I'm in New York, I'm lonely Finn, and today I realized that being with a person I love makes me happier than being famous. I was miserable in New York, but I never let myself realize it because I stayed busy with the play, but now that it's over I've realized just how lonely my life has become. I mean, look at me. I'm 32 years old and have been so wrapped up in my career I've dated one guy since I moved away. I want a family Finn; I want to be with someone who cares about me. Now, I'm not saying I'm going to move down here right away, but I can take an extended vacation and we can see how things go. If it doesn't work out, then it doesn't, and I'll move back to New York, and at least we'll know we tried. And if it does work out, then I can help Shelby with the drama at the community college or maybe even at McKinley. I have more than enough money from Wicked to take care of us, and you can keep working at the garage, but just because it makes you happy." She noticed she had said that all in one breath and quickly exhaled. "So, what do you think?"

"I don't know, Rachel, I don't want you giving up your dreams for me," Finn hesitated.

"But don't you see? I've already reached those dreams. I was the star in a Broadway play for six years, but now it's time for a different dream. Right now that dream is you," Rachel explained.

"So say I say yes to this plan," Finn said. "What about Kennedy? Because if you get me, you get her, too. And that temper tantrum she had in there, that is nothing compared to what she can actually do. It's not easy taking care of her, I'm warning you now."

"Finn, you're talking to the girl who perfected the tantrum," Rachel assured him.

"But this is different, Rachel. She's not throwing those tantrums because she's spoiled and wants something, she's doing them because she doesn't know how to communicate right," Finn explained.

"Well, I guess we'll never know if I can handle it unless we try," she shrugged. "And I really would like to try."

"So, are you sure you mean all this?" Finn asked, "Because if I say yes to this there's not taking it back."

"I've never been so sure about anything," Rachel nodded. Finn smiled wide and slowly leaned in to kiss Rachel. When their lips connected it felt so good; so right. Neither of them ever wanted to let go. But eventually Rachel ran out of air and had to pull away. She looked into Finn's face and smiled. She then hugged him and dug her head into his chest, happy to find it was still a perfect fit.

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After Quinn, Puck, and the kids went to visit Quinn's mom, Quinn dropped Puck off at Beth's house because she needed to talk with Ella and Ayden and explain everything to them. She had left them in the dark for long enough and she could tell they were confused about everything.

She took them to McDonald's (which she rarely did because she liked them eating at least remotely healthy) but she knew she had to get them happy before telling them the news.

She let them eat their Happy Meals and play on the play set for a bit before having them come back to the table. They both bounced over and sat down.

"Guys, mommy has something she needs to tell you," Quinn said. Both kids nodded and she continued. "I guess you both have been wondering why daddy hasn't been staying at the house?"

"Yea, he's living in a hotel," Ella giggled.

Quinn nodded. "You're right, El, he is living in a hotel for now. You see, daddy did something to make mommy very mad, and sometimes people do things that you cannot forgive. So for right now mommy and daddy are not going to be living together anymore." Quinn hoped this explanation was good enough. She knew with Ayden being eight he would most likely understand, but she wasn't so sure about Ella. And she still had to tell them about Puck and Beth.

"But I just wanted to make sure you both know this has nothing to do with you, and you all did nothing wrong. This is completely between your dad and me and has nothing to do with the two of you."

"So you and dad aren't going to be married anymore?" Ayden asked.

Quinn shook her head. "No, not right now," she answered.

"It's not like he was ever home anyway," Ayden said bitterly.

"Ayden, your father loves you and he tries to come home as much as he can, but he is very busy with work," she explained.

He shook his head. "He's the only dad in my class who has no time to teach me how to play baseball. That's why I'm the worst one on my team."

"Ayd, I told you that I would practice with you whenever you wanted," Quinn said.

"It's not the same, you're a girl," he pouted.

Quinn's heart broke as she saw the sad look on her son's face. She never took the time to realize just how much of the kid's life her husband had missed. She was used to it because her father had been the same way. Quinn was sure, though, that she wanted her kids to be anything but what she was like growing up. There would be no bitchy cheerleading and no teenage pregnancy.

Suddenly Ayden got a thought and perked up. "Maybe Puck will practice with me!"

Quinn smiled. "I'm sure he will tomorrow if you ask, but you know Puck lives in New York and will eventually have to go home."

"Can't he just stay here?" Ella wondered.

"That's something else I wanted to tell you," Quinn said. "You know Beth and how I told you she was mommy's friend?"

"Yes, she's nice," Ella smiled.

"Well, Beth is actually my daughter, just like you," Quinn said, and both kids looked confused. "When mommy was young she had a baby, and she was too young to take care of that baby, so she gave it to someone who was older and ready to take care of that baby. And that baby was Beth."

"So, I have a sister?" Ella excitedly asked.

Quinn nodded. "But she has a different daddy than you. Puck, he's her father."

"So that makes him kind of like our dad?" Ayden asked, hope brimming in his eyes.

"I'm sorry sweetie, but it doesn't work that way. Puck is only Beth's dad," she explained.

Ayden crossed his arms across his chest. "That's no fair."

"I'm sorry, baby, but life isn't always fair," Quinn sympathized.

They cleaned up the mess from their dinner before getting in the car and going to Shelby's house to make sure everything was okay.

On the way there Quinn prayed that this separation would not affect her kids. She knew a lot of kids with divorced parents ended up with a lot of anger, and she sincerely hoped that wouldn't happen because her kids were so sweet, and didn't deserve any of this. She sighed because she had promised herself when Ayden was born that she would raise her kids differently than her parents had. And so far she wasn't doing a very good job.