Hi everyone! Here's chapter 7 ;)

In response to some comments in the reviews about Quinn; I'm certainly not trying to make her seem sympathetic, and don't worry, she will get what she deserves all in due time! There is a lot in store for this story so you'll just have to wait for it to all unravel ;)

Enjoy!

The screen prompted me for my four digit password.

I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand, sending grass clippings and sweat flying to their fate on the pavement beneath me. I didn't know if I was sweating so much from the fact that I had just got done mowing seven lawns or that I was being asked this question. Perhaps a mix of both. I punched in my password.

Do I want to make a deposit or a withdrawal?

Withdrawal. I want to make a withdrawal.

I had made $80 dollars in the past five and a half hours, and that's already including the fee for gasoline for the lawn mower. I felt good about myself. Did this make me an entrepreneur?

Probably not. Even if it did, there's not enough lawns in Lima that I could mow in order to raise the kind of money I need for baby Drizzle. I need a steady job... ugh, why isn't anyone hiring?

I'd been searching for a job for the past two weeks, but to no avail was there any openings. It was honestly astonishing how tough it was to get a job around here, even at a small place like a corner store or a food mart.

The screen asked me which account I wanted to withdraw from, giving me a selection between my checking account ($3.24 balance), savings account ($.04 balance), and my second savings account ($4,228), also known as my college fund. I pressed the last option. The screen prompted me to enter how much I wanted to take out.

I gulped. This was all I had to rely on to help me with college. I couldn't believe that I seriously had to use it for something other than getting me out of this town. It wasn't much but it was still something. Something that I had worked hard to earn myself.

It doesn't matter, that isn't my future anymore. This money doesn't belong to me. I need to take care of baby Drizzle. I can't let her down.

I took as much as I could out in increments of $20, which totalled up to $4,220. It felt crazy to hold all that cash in my hands, almost unreal. I just wanted to throw it in the air. I didn't though, for obvious reasons. I counted it to make sure the ATM didn't cheat me. When I was content, I grouped it with the $80 I had made just a few hours before. $4,300.

I smiled. This should help out more than enough with hospital bills and baby stuff! I mean, how much could a baby that's not even born yet cost?

As I went to fold the wad of cash up to stow away in my pocket, I remembered that I had set a 'date' with Rachel tomorrow to go bowling. I needed to have just a few bucks on me.

My smile faded. Did this make me a bad father-to-be if I kept just a little bit of the money on me? I had to think about it. Quinn would literally have all of my money after I gave this to her, leaving me with nothing. I should keep something for myself.

I took out a $20 and stuffed it away in a different pocket, then continued to stow away the wad of cash. For some reason I was paranoid of karma coming to kick my ass for this... however that karma stuff worked.

I got my ATM card back as well as a receipt. I pulled out my phone, bringing up Quinn's number.

Hey u home? I got some money 4 u and the baby

This time it didn't take long for her to answer back.

Still at Pucks, you can stop by. I'll be waiting on the porch. - Q.

Quinn was still at Pucks? Holy hell, they must be serious about their duet!

I looked up at the sky. It was littered with stars and the moon was insanely bright. I wish I knew what time it was - I was sure it was definitely after 9pm though.

I headed toward my car, thinking about my future... then I stopped, because I didn't have one anymore. Not one that I had any say so in at least. I didn't get to make decisions now. My path was already paved, and now I had to walk it.

This sort of sucks.

RACHEL'S POV

I stopped pacing back and forth in my room and fell back onto my bed, pressing the palms of my hands into my eyes. Why did I have to go and say that I was into someone? I had to learn to watch what I say, especially around Finn. He might not be the most observant person in this town but I certainly wasn't the most subtle either, and it probably wasn't hard for him to pick up the hint that I was talking about him.

Well if he hadn't of asked me about Jesse then I wouldn't of felt like I had to defend my feelings.

I let out a long breath of air. Jesse St. James. I really couldn't believe that I had met him today. What an honor! It's such a shame that our glee clubs were competing against each other because I knew that he and I would have gotten along wondrously and would probably have an amazing time singing together. I can't name one other person who could possibly be just as interested in show choir and Broadway just as much as I am in the town, and you know what they say; birds of a feather flock together. Unfortunately with the way things are though, it doesn't look like we'll be singing-let alone flocking-at all.

I pulled my hands away from my face and allowed them to pick at the bottom of my sweater. I had found it rather odd how Finn seemed to get jealous of Jesse today, not that there should have been a reason for him to have been, although he did say that it was because of Quinn, not myself. Like I had told Finn though, it's just that there aren't many like-minded people in this town and I thought it would be fun to perform with him. I had no romantic interest or intentions for Jesse at all. Was he attractive? Incredibly. Was he talented? Amazingly so! But that didn't mean anything when it came to my feelings, which I'm not going to lie about... I sort of had an interest in Finn. It didn't matter though because it was just a silly little crush that nothing would ever develop out of. It couldn't.

Finn is perfectly happy with Quinn and they're having a baby. If that's not a deal breaker, I don't know what is. Besides, our dreams are just too different. I want to go to New York and be on Broadway. Finn wants... well, football, as far as I know. Soon enough senior year will be over and we'll go our separate ways and my little crush on Finn Hudson will be long forgotten. I mean I barely had feelings for him now as it was, so imagine how quickly I'll be able to forget about him once I leave.

Thinking about it now made it seem a bit tough to imagine that I could just forget about him so easily. What did I even like about him now-what drew me to him? Besides his adorable lopsided smiles and his incredible height... oh, and his quirky dance moves and his innocent personality. His obliviousness was pretty cute too, actually. Oh, and those eyes!

See? It's mainly just looks-I can get over him easily no problem. Lust is what it was.

But then I remembered how he had tracked me down and convinced me to re-join the glee club because he felt that they needed me and because he thought I was a good person to have around, and that time he had bought Sam's guitar back to give to him when he heard that Sam had to sell it for the money. Not to mention how he stood up for Kurt against the school bullies who, for the most part, where his own teammates. And he was always there to give Artie a hand when stairs were involved, not complaining a bit.

I groaned in annoyance with myself. I had to stop thinking. Just. Stop. Thinking. I may not have liked Finn that much but it was hard to lie and say that those quirks of his made me not want to let myself go ahead and like him more. I couldn't do that though. This was as far as I was going to allow myself to get interested in him. I wouldn't hurt myself. We would just be friends and nothing more.

I sat up, my feet hanging off the side of the bed. I grabbed my phone from my night stand and flipped it open, beginning a message to Finn.

Hey Finn, do you think I could possibly get a ride to the bowling alley with you tomorrow? I figure it'd be better to just drive together if we're going to be hanging out and working on our duet afterwards. xoxo

It didn't take more than 40 seconds for a reply from him, which made me smile for some reason.

for sure i will be there 6 sharp. bring ur game im not gonna go easy on u! :)

My smile widened when I had read his text. He was such a dork.