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"I ran into someone today," Rachel says as she and Blaine prepare dinner. She is draining spaghetti noodles in a colander, and Blaine is stirring his mother's sauce at the stove. David is sitting in his high chair, making a mess of the sliced bananas on his tray.

"Did it make a mess?" Blaine chuckles. He lifts the wooden spoon to taste his sauce. He moves to cutting board beside the stove and scoops more garlic into the pot.

Rachel chuckles humorously. "Oh, haha very funny."

Blaine smiles, bumping her hip with his own as he moved to grab plates from the cupboard. "Seriously, who was it?"

"Jesse St. James."

The plates hit the kitchen table with a heavy thunk.

Rachel turns away from the sink. "I know you don't like him, Blaine, but we were friends at one point. I mean, he's David's—"

"Don't you dare he's David's father," Blaine snaps. He crosses his arms and drops into an empty chair. "That fucking bastard's nothing to our son."

"Blaine Anderson, lanuage!" Rachel hisses, pointing to their son. David has picked up on the sudden shift in tone in their kitchen and quiets down, holding mushy banana mid-way to his mouth.

Rachel crosses their tiny kitchen and kneels down in front of her husband. She squeezes his knees. "You know that you're David's dad, the only dad that he'll ever have. I would never try to change that. I just…you don't know what it's like to have a parent you've never met."

Blaine glares at her. His eyes are starting to get read, and she doesn't know if she's ever seen him this upset. "You're saying that you want to introduce David to him."

"Only if you're okay with it," she says. "Jesse says he wants to meet him. I'd like to give him a chance to step up. Not as a replacement. He could never replace you, Blaine. It's…it's complicated."

Blaine huffs and shakes his head. "If you let him back in, you're basically saying that everything I've done for you and for David didn't mean anything. If you let Jesse meet our son…you're saying that we don't matter."

With that, Blaine stood to his feet and rushed out of the kitchen, leaving Rachel with a crying son and burning spaghetti sauce.

Jesse is waiting for her the next morning in the coffee shop by her theater. She hesitates when she sees him, but eventually she plucks up the courage and makes her way to his table.

"Hello, Jesse," she says, clutching her purse tightly in her hands.

Jesse looks up and smiles. "Rachel! Where's David?"

She sets her jaw and shakes her head. "He's at home with Blaine. I'm just here because I have something to say."

Jesse sighs. "Do you want to sit down?"

"I'm not staying."

She brushes her hair out of her face and takes a deep breath.

"I want to make something very clear," Rachel says, folding her arms across her chests. She squares her shoulders and glares at Jesse. "You are not David's father. He doesn't need another father because he has one. A great one."

Jesse scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"I'm serious," Rachel hisses. She actually stamps her foot a bit, and inside she cringes at the childishness of it, but she steels herself and pushes forward. "I don't owe you anything, Jesse—certainly not my son—and I don't have to do you any favors."

"Rachel…" Jesse says, leaning forward.

"Blaine is a great father," Rachel continues. "He's the best father I've ever seen, and he's my husband. I love him, and we love our son, our family. So, no, Jesse, you don't get to meet our son because we don't have a son."

Rachel nods with sureness and finality. "Now, if you'll excuse me I have to go home to my family."

With that, Rachel turned on her feel—the famous Rachel Berry Storm Out—and left Jesse St. Sucks to stew in his own Jesse St. Juices.

Blaine and David are playing on the floor when Rachel gets home. Blaine is sitting against the couch with the baby between his legs. David squeals as his father dances Bruno the dinosaur across his stomach, growing and roaring. Rachel hesitates by the door for a moment before she steps into the room.

"I'm home," she says, hanging her purse by the door.

Blaine looks up at her, and the smile drops slowly from his face. "How'd it go?"

She sighs and walks over to him, pulling her shoes off as she goes. "I drew the line in the sand. I told him that you were David's father, that you will always be David's father, and that he wouldn't be meeting David any time soon."

Blaine nods once and then smiles. "Alright then."