Chapter 13: Unexpected Visitor

Finn sighed and dropped his new bag of clothes on the floor of his bedroom. When he left for New York, he hadn't planned to stay long, so he hadn't brought any extra clothes. And there was no way he was going to borrow from Kurt. The two had very different styles. Besides, Finn was a lot bigger than Kurt, so it's likely nothing would have fit him anyway. Rachel had taken him to buy new clothes, so he wouldn't have to wear the same thing every day.

Sitting down on his bed, he tried not to break down in tears. He was overwhelmed by the mix of emotions he was feeling. First of all, there was anger. Anger at himself, anger at Brody, anger at life in general. Then there was confusion and uncertainty about what was to happen next. What did this mean exactly for him and Rachel? He loved her. And he wanted them to be together. But it didn't seem like that would be happening anytime soon. Sure, she had said she loved him, and truth is she probably did. But she didn't need to worry about him right now. There were other things in her life that were much more important than their relationship status. He was also feeling a sense of lost. Finn was hoping someday to have a family with Rachel, but a long way down the road. Not until after she had at least been in one Broadway production. He wished it was at least him the baby half-belonged to.

He was overwhelmed with the love he felt for Rachel. All Finn wanted right now was to be with her, his new dream seeming highly insignificant at the moment.

It was times like these he wished his father were still alive. Finn needed to talk to someone, someone older, someone more experienced. A father. The only man who had every really felt like a father to him hated him all because of one giant mistake. Finn couldn't turn to Mr. Schue this time. He wished Will would get over it already, Finn knew he had made a big mistake. And it's not like he had fallen in love with Ms. Pillsbury or anything. He had just been his usual, impulsive self. Emma had started freaking out and he felt responsible to help her calm down. He'd only ever seen Rachel like that before and kissing Rachel was not only acceptable but also quite effective. Finn hated himself for doing it. That was one thing that would always be on the top of his regrets. It was just a stupid kiss. Nothing more. He wished Will could see that.

Finn didn't know where else to go, so he decided to go someplace he hadn't been for years. The last time he had been there had been before he found out the truth about what had happened all those years ago. Before he hated and resented the man. Most of all he resented the fact that there were so many similarities between them. Deep down though, Finn knew this man had loved him just like he loved Rachel. Finn was ready to put the past behind him and move forward. He needed to change. He needed to be a man. And the first thing he was going to do is talk to his father.

He got to the cemetery in the late afternoon. Though it had been years since he last had been there, he knew how to find the grave easily. He used to go there at least once every couple weeks. Growing up without a father had been hard on Finn. It was nice he could go here to at least talk to his father, even if his father couldn't talk back to him.

Arriving at the grave, Finn knelt down and tears immediately started pouring out. He hadn't cried this hard for a long time. This wasn't how he had planned to do this. After sitting there for he didn't know how long, he calmed down enough to talk. Papa, help me, he pleaded. What am I supposed to do now? I love her Papa. Fresh tears spilled from Finn's eyes. What am I supposed to do? He whispered again.

"Finn?"

Finn was startled by the voice, but recognized it immediately. What was she doing here?

"Quinn?" He asked, without turning around, hoping she couldn't tell he'd been crying. wondered how much she had seen and heard.

"Finn, what's going on? Are you okay?" She asked, stepping towards him and putting her hand on his shoulder.

He wasn't sure if he should tell her or not. It was Rachel's secret to share. Somehow though, he thought Quinn of all people would understand.

"Rachel's … pregnant." Was all he could get out.

Quinn's eyes widened in shock. She was speechless for a few minutes.

"Are you-?"

"No. The scumbag is." He interrupted her.

Not knowing what else to do, Quinn reached down to the man she had once loved and held him. He cried into her shoulder. Trying to stop them hadn't proved to work yet, so Finn let the tears come.

After a few minutes, Finn pulled back. "Thanks."

"No problem." Quinn still looked concerned.

"Sorry to break down in front of you like that." He apologized. "I'm kind of a mess."

"It's fine, really. Believe me, I understand."

"So what's going to happen now?" She continued after a few more minutes of silence.

"I have no idea."

"Is she and Brody going to get-?"

Finn cut her off. "No, actually she broke up with him."

"That's a good sign." Quinn's enthusiasm at that news was a bit overplayed.

Finn shrugged. "Not really, he was just an asshole."

"Finn!" Quinn chastened.

"No he was, ask Santana or Kurt they'll agree with me. Rachel had strong feelings for the guy, I'm not sure she loved him, but she did feel something." Finn explained. "He'd have to do something pretty big for her to break up with him."

"Or she could just love you more."

Finn couldn't deny that.

"So are you going to move to New York?"

Finn shook his head. "Not right now anyway."

"Is she going to keep it?"

"I don't know."

"I don't think she'd give it away. Oh, she loves her fathers, of course, but I know she wished she had known her mom growing up. She wouldn't put her own kid through the same experience she had."

Finn just nodded. He didn't have anything to add.

"I want it." Finn said suddenly a few minutes later. "I want the kid. Even if she doesn't want to keep it, I think I do."

"You'd make a good father Finn."

"Thanks, Quinn."

Quinn nodded.

"What are you even doing here?" Finn asked a minute later. He hadn't remembered ever seeing her here before.

"My granddad died a few months ago. I come visit him sometimes." Now it was Quinn's turn to fight the tears. Finn felt bad. Sure, they weren't as close as they had once been, but they were still friends and he should know when something big happened like death of a loved one. It was obvious Quinn had been close to him too.

"I'm sorry." He weakly apologized.

Quinn was the one to nod this time, unable to speak.

"I'll leave you alone now then." He said, standing up to leave.

"Finn? Wait."

He turned back.

Quinn reached up and put her arms around Finn once again and hugged him tightly. Finn squeezed her back, grateful for the comfort.

"She's special, Finn. I know how much you love her. Things will work out. Just you wait and see."

"Thanks Quinn."