Stepping off the train and onto the platform helped add to my anxiety as I took in the familiar sights of the station. The arched bridge high up with its beautiful structure, the coffee shop on the left offering sweet aromas and warmth, the supermarket store by the exit of the station giving familiar comforting staples,

I quickly make my way over the bridge towards the exit on the other side where my dad's said they would meet me. Lugging my suitcase behind me is no easy feat and strains my muscles quite painfully, but the quicker I get there the quicker I can get to my welcoming bedroom at home and unpack.

My dad's easily see me, my bright pink suitcase doesn't often go unnoticed, and they have big smiles and are waving enthusiastically at me. I put a big smile on my face when I am closer to them and we all come together in a tight three-way hug. I'm so happy to be with them again, I miss them so much in New York. Just being in their hold again helps to relax me a great amount and puts me in a much happier mood.

"We're so happy to have you back, honey!" My daddy proclaims to me whilst staring at me in wonder, this just makes me even more happy to see them.

"I missed you too dad and daddy!" I look at each of them in turn with a fierce gaze so they see how much I fiercely mean what I say.

We quickly finish our greetings and make our way towards the family car in the car park. After bustling everyone into the car along with my suitcase, we head off towards home.

To get home we have to go through the centre of town as our home is on the opposite side of Lima to the train station. We pass many monumental places on the way back which reminds me of my apprehensive feelings of being back in Lima. We pass the parks I played in when I was a little girl, our local supermarket store, the familiar churches, the shops that haven't moved since I was last here a few months ago, and most importantly, we pass William McKinley High School. Seeing it, I feel the tears cloud my vision. Straight away hundreds of memories that were made in that school come rushing back to me. And of course, most of those include Finn. Sometimes I feel like I need him more than air.

I know it's a ridiculous thought, but he was so monumental to me. My first love, my true love. I can't imagine wanting to be with anyone else but him. I still love him, no matter what he has done to me. No matter all the drama and hurt we've been through, it just continues to make us stronger.

All my concentrated thoughts on Finn and I don't even notice we've arrived to our home until daddy opens his car door. It knocks me out of my reverie and I quickly undo my seatbelt and climb out with them. I look up to my house with a faint, wistful smile. I have missed this a lot. When my dad's have my suitcase out the boot, dad locks the car and the three of us make our way to the front door.

Dad unlocks the door and I step into the house first, I don't even waste any time looking around the familiar downstairs of my house, I quickly make my way up the stairs to my room.

Opening the door, I peek in to have a look and give a sigh of relief as I see that nothing has changed, everything is where I left it. I walk in slowly looking around at all the possessions of my childhood and sit on my bed, revelling in its soft, bouncy mattress that is much more comfortable than the one I have in the apartment in New York City.

All this thinking about Finn is practically ruining me. All these 'what if's and 'maybe he's and all the rest are just taking over. I just have to get it over with and talk to him. Tomorrow I will go to his house and confront him so we can get everything out in the open. There, I have decided and a feeling of relaxing relief so much more than earlier flies over me as I have finally made my decision and are going to go through with it.

"Rachel?" I hear daddy calling me from the bottom of the stairs. I quickly get up to see what he needs.

"Do you mind going to the store for us? We need more pasta for dinner tonight. We're going to make your favourite, Vegan Lasagne!"

I smile gratefully at him and quickly accept the trip to the store while he continues cooking. It is very thoughtful of them to make my favourite food for my first return home. I quickly take the car keys from his outstretched hand, get in the car and drive to the store.

I park in my usual spot in the store's car park and locking the door behind me, make my way inside. The layout is exactly the way I remember it so I move towards the far right side of the store where they keep the pasta ingredients, sauces, soups and spices. I quickly find the Vegan lasagne pasta and grab it before turning back towards the front of the store. Making my way down the aisle I am in, I walk much slower than before, taking my time gazing at the other products on sale. My dad's thought I would take much longer than this but the traffic was very surprisingly clear on the way here. I get to the end and sharply turn to my right towards the tills when I accidentally bump into someone. Embarrassed badly, I look up to apologise profusely only for my words to get stuck half way up my throat. I'm so shocked I can barely breathe and what little breath I have left in my lungs I use to choke out just one word.

"Finn!"

AN: So Finn is here, and the whole confrontation will happen in the next chapter. I'm sorry this story is a little boring at the minute but I didn't want to just jump straight into the thick of it, I wanted a bit more of a background to Rachel's feelings first. Thank you for reading; I was surprised by how many people alerted this story! I really appreciate it, thank you.