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Rachel hummed softly to herself as she went about Finn's kitchen making dinner. She'd come home from shooting that day and decided that she was going to cook for Finn and the girls for once, and she was lost in her own world when Delilah walked in and climbed onto a stool right in front of the island.

"What are you making Rachel?" The tiny four year old asked, cocking her head to the side.

"Stir-fry," Rachel replied, smiling at Delilah.

"Smells nummy."

"Thanks sweetie!" Rachel beamed, taking some snow peas over to the frying pan she has going on the stove.

It was quiet for a few minutes save for the vegetables sautéing in the pan and Delilah kicking her tiny feet against the stool.

"Hey Rachel?" Delilah asked again.

"Hmm?" Rachel replied absently while pouring some soy sauce into the pan.

"Are you going to be our new mommy and stay here even when Aunt Quinnie gets back? I think it'd be nice if you were our new mommy. And Aunt Quinnie is really nice and really pretty so you two could be friends."

Rachel turned around to face Delilah and kind of froze. She was honestly at a loss for words. It wasn't that Daisy and Delilah weren't sweet and adorable, it was that settling down was the last thing on her mind and she just realised that this...relationship she had with Finn was suddenly much more serious than she had realised it was.

She shook her head to get herself back into the present and looked at Delilah's innocent little face. "Sweetie, to be honest I'm not quite sure."

Delilah shrugged her shoulders before hopping off of the bar stool and running out of the kitchen. She cursed quietly when she remembered that dinner was on the stove and whipped around to finish what she was doing.

She was quiet all through dinner, and she knew that Finn knew that something was up with her, but he didn't say anything in front of the girls. Rachel was relieved to have them around, because it wasn't something she wanted to talk about, not until she'd figured things out more herself, that was why she found herself talking him into letting the girls watch a movie before bed. It would buy her more time to process her thoughts, thoughts she wasn't entirely sure he'd want to hear.

The girls fell asleep halfway through Finding Nemo and Finn scooped them both up gently, Daisy protesting sleepily as he made his way upstairs to tuck them in. A bout of nerves suddenly set in and Rachel flitted around the living room straightening cushions that didn't need to be straightened and folding the blankets that the girls had covered themselves with during the movie. She moved into the kitchen and cleaned the random stray dishes that popped up after dinner and was just wiping down the counter when Finn walked in behind her.

"What's wrong Rach?" Finn asked, causing the tiny brunette to jump.

"Oh my God, Finn you scared me!" She exclaimed, turning around to hang up a dish towel.

She could tell he had a half-grin on his face as he mumbled out a "sorry". She went to turn back into the living room but Finn gently grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Rach, wait. Somethings up, what's wrong?" He sake,d tucking a stray piece of her hair behind her ear.

"Nothing," she lied, plastering on the brilliant smile she used for the Tonies or when the paparazzi were following her and Santana around for Page Six.

"Rachel, I can tell when you're lying, and you're doing it right now. Just tell me what's wrong?"

Rachel sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Delilah asked me today if I was going to be her and Daisy's new mommy."

Finn tried to hide the smile that spread across his face as he rested his hands on her hips. "What did you tell her?"

"I told her that I didn't know."

"Oh."

An awkward silence settled over the two of them and Rachel shifts her weight from one foot to the other.

"Well, maybe down the line..." Rachel's mind trailed off as Finn talked and it honestly broke her heart a little bit to cut him off.

"Finn" He stopped mid-sentence and looked her in the eye.

"Yeah?"

"There can't be any down the line."

"What do you mean? Of course there can Rach-"

"I'm really sorry Finn, but there can't. I'm not ready for this, my life is on stage, not with a family."

"I didn't mean like right now Rachel, like down the line-"

"Finn, there can't be down the line. I'm not ready to settle down, and you've been settled down for a while now. You're amazing, but I'm not ready for this. You're life is here, and mine is in New York. I can't be a family person when I'm doing eight shows a week plus rehearsals and press events and everything that goes along with Broadway. I'm sorry."

Finn hung his head and ran a hand across the back of his neck, a gesture she had come to learn that meant he was really upset.

"Well, if you feel that way, maybe we should end it here. You leave in a month anyway."

"Finn, I'm so sorry."

"Whatever Rachel. Maybe you should go before one of the girls wake up."

Rachel nodded her head and turned to leave before walking over and placing a kiss on his cheek. She held her tears in until she was down the street and safely in Quinn's house. Her heart was broken, but this was how it had to be.

"So I'm awesome, I got Puckerman and that Quinn girl back together!" Santana boasted into the phone as soon as Rachel picked up.

"San-" Rachel cried, immediately cut off by her best friend.

"Rach? What's wrong? What happened? Who's ass do I have to kill?" Despite everything, Rachel felt herself smile at Santana's over-protectiveness.

"I broke it off with Finn."

"What the fuck for?"

Rachel sniffed a few times before answering her. "Delilah asked me if I was going to stay here and be her new mommy."

Santana is stunned for a few minutes, which rarely happens, letting out an occasional "oh".

"San, you being stunned isn't really helping."

"Fuck, I'm sorry Rach. I just - she asked you that?"

"Yes, and of course I freaked out and told him that that couldn't happen. I can't have a family and work eight shows a week, its just not possible. I'm not ready to settle down, you know that."

"What did he say when you told him that?"

"He told me if that was how I felt, then maybe I should go because there was only a month left and why delay the inevitable?"

"Fuck Rach, I'm so fucking sorry. I'll be on the next flight out there to kick his sorry ass."

"San, its really not necessary. I knew going into this that he had a family, its more my fault than anything."

"Fuck that shit Rach. Broadway has always been your dream, and if this guy asked you to give it all up for him, fuck no."

Rachel knows she's letting Santana jump to her own conclusions but she can't bring herself to correct her best friend. The facts hurt too much, and honestly if it had come down to her having to choose, she's scared of what it would be, because she's pretty sure that Finn Hudson is the one person she would of given everything up for.