You have 8 new messages, spoke Rachel's answering machine. All from Finn she presumed. Apologising for how he handled the situation. She knew they were meant to be together but that didn't mean it was easy forgiving him. As soon as complications came into it he freaked out and chose Quinn over Rachel. She knew he would – he had been with Quinn for years and with Rachel for only a few days. Why shouldn't he pick the woman he had asked to marry? Because she saw white – that's why.

She figured that listening to just a few of the messages wouldn't do much harm, so she pressed play.

Rachel, I know you're there – please pick up….please…

I'm going to tell her, Rachel! When I get home from school, I'm going to tell her and then I'm coming over, ok? And we can talk about this!

If my way doesn't work we can do it your way, I promise!

Rachel please call me back! Please! You mean so much to me….I…. I feel terrible….

The rest were more or less along those lines with the exception of one from Beth asking how her story was coming along.

She decided not to call him back, but to wait for him to show up at her house after he had finished from school, like he has said he would. And until then – her article needed to be written.

"One more round!" screamed Quinn at the top of her lungs to the bartender. She had created a circle of about 4 women, all at the bar to drown their love-life sorrows in booze. Without even caring what their names were she continued on with her story, "he doesn't love me! He loves her! And she isn't even pretty?"

"My husband did the same thing. You'd think 10 years of marriage would mean something to a guy but no – it means divorce papers because he's met someone younger. Screwing her won't bring you you're youth back sweetie!"

"I mean, Finn was great! But I always felt like I was settling for him, you know? He made my parents happy and he always called when he said he would…but there wasn't that…spark"

A warm voice interrupted their pity party, "ah, miss? I think you've had enough…"

"Back off, asshole! I'll tell YOU when I've had enough! You just need to keep serving me drinks. Because that's all you do. Serve people. You probably dropped out of high school and worked as like a plumber or something and this is just to pay the bills but you ended up staying for longer than you intended. I get it. But when I ask for some beer, or even some god damn whiskey, I expect you to give it to me!"

"Ok…come with me, ma'am."

He pulled took her hand and led her outside, "don't worry, I'll get you a cab,"

She looked up at him, admiring his brown eyes and solid jaw.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Quinn…"

"I'm Noah, but everyone calls me Puck."

"Nice to meet you," she wasn't sure if she would remember meeting him or not, but as the cab pulled up and he helped her in, she sure hoped she wouldn't, "Puck," she said to herself as the cab started to drive away, "it was nice to meet you."

A knock on the door broke her concentration. She knew who it would be and suddenly felt nervous. Rachel quickly ran to the mirror to double check her hair and make-up and then finally convinced herself to answer the door.

"Finn….Hi…" she said, trying to sound surprised.

"Can I come in?" he said, not even looking up.

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea…" she didn't mean it, but she didn't want to give in so easily.

"Oh. Well, I told Quinn. I told her that I just didn't love her anymore – because I'm in love with you. She knew it was coming, she could tell. She said that she would learn to deal with my 'confusion' for you but it's not a confusion Rachel….this is real….I know it, you know – hell, the universe knows it,"

"You told her?" she said, not understanding why she was feeling happy about breaking apart someone's relationship.

"I told her," he replied.

What Rachel didn't know, was that meeting her had made him realise just how different him and Quinn actually were. They were both settling for each other. But he had found real love, he had found it with Rachel.

"I see…"

She remembered that she had to show him something, so she led him to her window and they both looked down to see the single mother from yesterday with her son…and her soul mate, with his nephew – walking back from their after school trip to the park.

"You did that?" he asked.

Rachel simply smiled.

"You've made someone happy," he claimed.

She turned around, put her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, "you've made someone happy too," she said, before kissing him again, "and I swear to God – I promise you, I'll give Quinn her 'someone'. Ok?"

He didn't reply, he just picked her up and led her to the bedroom.