Finn's eyelids fluttered when the light to his bedroom switched on, blinding him once he opened them all the way. After blinking a few more times he saw Quinn in the doorway wearing nothing but a pink bathrobe, eyes red from crying, hair disheveled, just standing there. Finn felt something heavy on his chest and realized it was Lily. Quinn quietly stepped all the way into the room and closed the door behind her, looking slightly afraid to come any closer to them. As soon as Finn tried to figure out why he had fallen asleep in the rocking chair, the events of the previous night came flooding back and hit him like a slap in the face. His eyes instantly locked on Quinn's and snapped into a glare. Lily opened her own eyes and started fussing. "She's hungry," whispered Quinn. Cautiously she walked over, took Lily in her arms, sat down on the edge of the double bed, and tucked the baby's little head into the inside of her bathrobe to nurse.

Finn couldn't say anything. He was still trying to grasp the truth. Part of him didn't even want to.

"Seeing you there, in the rocking chair, sleeping with her…" said Quinn. She gulped. "Do you think Puck would have ever done that?"

Finn just kept starring at her.

"Do you think that he would've taken me to live with him?" said Quinn. "Or gotten a real job, or held my hand at the doctor's office, or sang to her when she cried, or changed her diapers?" Quinn shook her head tearfully. "Maybe half of that, if I was lucky. There's no way in hell he'd have been around this much. Don't you think any girl would have chosen you as her baby's father over him?"

Finn could see her point, but at the same time, every word she said was just making him more and more angry.

"You lied to me."

"I did it for her, Finn," Quinn whispered. Then she looked up at him, eyes pleading for some sort of a reaction. After a minute Finn stood up.

"I need to get some air," he mumbled, standing up and pulling his jacket on over his shoulders. Then without looking at either Quinn or Lily, he exited the room.

Moments after Finn was out in the hall, Kurt stepped out of he bathroom. "Hey, how are you doing?" he asked.

Finn sighed. "More shocked and confused than anything."

"I understand," said Kurt. "I'm here if you need anything."

"Thanks," said Finn. He smiled quickly and then headed towards the front door.

"And just so you know," said Kurt. "The only reason I didn't say anything before is because it seemed like it would've just been selfish, considering how I felt about you at the time. I didn't realize it would end up like this. I should've thought it through better."

Finn froze. Then he turned around. "You knew about this?"

"Yeah," Kurt confessed. "Me, Rachel, Mercedes, Tina, Artie, Brittany, Santana, Mike, and of course Puck and Lauren."

Finn just blinked, tears forming in his eyes. "How could you all not tell me this? Especially you." Finn shook his head. "I thought we were brothers."

"We are now," said Kurt. "It's just that at the time, you know, like I said."

"What, just because you had a crush on me you stupid fag?" roared Finn. Turning so quickly he didn't even see the look on Kurt's face, he marched down the hall, kicked over a random chair, and stormed out of the house.

A short while later, Quinn was still sitting on her bed crying, now burping a very fussy Lily. "Come on, Drizzle, it's okay." she crooned tearfully as she patted the baby's back. She froze for a second when she realized what she had just called the baby. Drizzle. She and Finn had fought for a week over that name. When Carole realized what was going on she had talked Finn out of it, which was mainly why Quinn had ended up choosing Carole for the baby's middle name. The Glee club had suggested the name Lillian after the person who had started the first ever Glee club at William McKinley. And Finn was the one who had suggested that they call her Lily.

Quinn's heart leapt when she heard a knock on the door, then it sank again when she realized that Finn would never knock on the door to his own bedroom. "Come in," she said, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes with her sleeve.

Carole Hummel walked in. "Hey," she said. "Do you know what happened? I heard Finn and Kurt shouting and now I can't find either of them."

"I have no idea," said Quinn. "They probably had a fight."

Carole sighed. "I figured." Then she suddenly noticed Quinn's red eyes and looked concerned. "Are you okay, honey?"

Quinn nodded. "Just tired," she lied. "Do you think Finn and Kurt will make up soon?"

"I don't know," said Carole. She sat down on the bed next to Quinn. "Funny thing about Finn is that if he loves you, he loves you forever. But if he feels like he can't trust you anymore, it's all over." She looked thoughtful for a moment. "But I don't think Kurt would ever do anything to upset him that much." She smiled. "How's my granddaughter this morning?"

Quinn gulped. "Fussy. Thanks for babysitting last night."

"No problem," said Carole. "She was an angel. How was your dinner?"

"Lovely," whispered Quinn. All she could think about now was the fact that Finn would now undoubtedly never trust her again as long as he lived. And she couldn't blame him.

"Hey, Carole?" shouted Burt from the hallway.

"I'd better go see what's going on," said Carole. "Get some rest, honey." She patted Quinn's shoulder as she stood up and left the room.

By the time Finn had realized how far he had walked down the road, he was three miles away from home. He didn't even care until he started to get hungry and realized he hadn't brought a snack with him. Then he just sat down at the side of the highway and buried his head and his hands.

"Quinn cheated on me. Lily's not mine." Finn started to tear up even though the words he had just said felt like they were coming from somebody else. Everything that he'd thought was or ever would be had been destroyed. The fact that he still cared just as much about Lily didn't change the fact that his life with Quinn had been built on lies. That's when he started really crying. He realized that the last time he had cried this hard was after Quinn had told him she was pregnant in the first place. Who knew that finding out that he wasn't technically a father after all would be even more devastating?

Finn looked up with a start when he heard a horn honking and nearly pinched himself when he recognized Mr. Schu's car. Slowly he got up, walked over and got into the car.

"Where are you headed, Finn?" asked. Mr. Schu.

"Home, I guess," mumbled Finn.

"I heard about your fight with Puck at Breadsticks the other night," said Mr. Schu. "Is that all that's troubling you?"

Finn sighed. Mr. Schu obviously hadn't heard what the fight was about. "Puck's Lily's biological father."

Mr. Schu blinked. "What?"

"Don't tell anyone," said Finn. "Most of the Glee club already knows, but I doubt the rest of the school does."

"Are…are you sure about this?" said Mr. Schu. "Have you gotten a DNA test yet?"

"Don't need one," said Finn. "There was only one night that it would have been even remotely possible for me and Quinn to get pregnant, and it turned out to be a setup."

Mr. Schu shook his head in disbelief. "Wow."

They drove most of the way in silence until Mr. Schu finally said. "Did you throw Quinn out?"

"Not yet," said Finn.

Mr. Schu nodded. "Just remember one thing. Right now, the most vulnerable person in this situation the one who never did anything wrong. Whatever you do next, be sure to keep her in mind."

"Of course," said Finn.

They pulled up to the Hudson/Hummel house a few seconds later. Finn took a deep breath. "Want me to go in with you?" asked Mr. Schu.

"No thanks," said Finn. "I got this."

As Finn made his way up the walkway to his house, he tried to think about what he was going to do next. He didn't expect to be nailed to the wall within seconds of entering his own house.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" shouted Burt.

"Huh?" said Finn.

"Oh, don't you give me that!" said Burt. "I know what you did!"

"Burt, don't!" cried Carole, bursting out of the kitchen.

"What's going on?" asked Quinn, stepping out into the hall with Lily on her hip.

"Stay out of this!" snapped Burt. Then he turned back to Finn. "Would you call Kurt the N-word if he was black? Would you call him a retard if he had Down's Syndrome like that girl on the Cheerios?"

"No, of course not!" said Finn.

"But somehow you think it's okay to call him a fag?" asked Burt. "To tell him that it's not okay to be who he is because of his sexuality?"

"The reason I'm mad at Kurt has nothing to do with his sexuality," said Finn. "I don't even know why I…"

"The hell it doesn't," said Burt. "And now he's gone. He left a damn note for me in the tire shop and disappeared. You've driven him out of his house. You're no better than that sonofabitch Karofsky."

"I'm mad at Kurt because he knew Quinn cheated on me and he didn't tell me!" Finn blurted out.

Burt starred at Finn for a moment. Then he released his grip on the younger man, stepped back, and suddenly all eyes were on Quinn. "When did it happen?" asked Carole softly.

Quinn didn't say anything. "Couple of months before Lily was born," Finn lied. He didn't want his mom knowing that Lily wasn't her real granddaughter, surely it would break her heart as much as his at this point. "I'm really sorry about what I said to Kurt. But I'm still not ready to forgive him. Or anyone." Finn paused to glare at Quinn for a few seconds and then headed upstairs.

"He actually said that to you? What the hell?" said Rachel. She leaned over and put her arms around Kurt, who was sitting on her bed.

"I don't know," said Kurt. "Maybe I should've let you talk me out of that stupid deal."

"Who knows?" said Rachel. The truth was, she was annoyed enough at Finn right now to question whether or not she was better off with Jesse after all. "Even if we made a mistake, it doesn't excuse him talking to you like that. You can stay here as long as you like. Shelby won't mind as long as she doesn't think you're spying."

"Thanks, Rachel," said Kurt. "Is it possible for me to be alone for a while?"

"Of course," said Rachel. "Jesse and I need to go rehearse anyway. I just need a few minutes to get ready."

"Thanks," said Kurt. He laid down on Rachel's bed as she sat down at her vanity table to fix her makeup. By the time she was finished, he had fallen asleep.

"Hey," said Jesse, opening the bedroom door. "Ms. Corcoran let me…" He froze when he saw Kurt on Rachel's bed.

"He needed somewhere to stay," she explained.

"How very generous of you," said Jesse coldly. "I'll bet you'll keep him real warm at night."

"Jesse!" said Rachel. "He's gay!"

"That makes it even worse," said Jesse.

"No, that means he's not even remotely attracted to me," said Rachel, who could hardly believe she was even having to say that. "Nothing is ever going to happen between us!"

"Fine then," said Jesse. "Then when's something finally going to happen between us?"

Rachel gulped. "When I'm ready."

"I've been waiting over a year for you to be ready," said Jesse. "I understood when you chickened out last time, but enough is enough!"

"Do we really need to talk about this now?" said Rachel. "We're supposed to be rehearsing."

Jesse sighed. "Fine." But both of them knew that the conversation wasn't over.