When the light hit Finn's eyes through the window, he rolled over to snuggle his pregnant wife to him, a small smile stretching across his face.

And then his knuckles slammed into an end table that wasn't supposed to be there and he cursed softly before opening his eyes to find himself in Puck and Santana's spare room.

Fuck. The fight.

Finn groaned loudly as he rolled out of bed. He looked in the mirror and scratched his fingers over his scalp before pulling his pants from last night back on over his boxer shorts and shuffling out into the living room.

And then he heard it.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Puck muttered as he squinted at the box of muffin mix. "How the fuck am I supposed to know if I have medium or fucking large eggs. They're fucking eggs."

"It says it on the carton," Finn responded as he entered the kitchen and headed straight for the coffee pot. "And why the hell are you trying to bake muffins?"

"First, fuck you," Puck said, his back still turned to Finn, eyes fixed on the box. He added another finger and said, "Second, shut the fuck up. Third," another finger, "there's no fucking cereal left and I don't know where I threw my wallet when I came home yesterday. And fourth, the fuck are you doing here?" he concluded, eyes still on the box.

"Uh, Rachel and I had a fight," Finn responded before taking a long gulp of his coffee. "She yelled, I yelled. And I walked out."

"You walked out on her?" Puck asked, finally dropping the box and turning to face his best friend. "Like, you walked out on her? For real?"

"Yeah. It was … oddly liberating. She usually walks out on me, you know?"

Puck nodded before bringing his thumb to his mouth and chewing on a hangnail. "Sure. But she's always come back, hasn't she?"

Finn stared at his friend without comprehension. What did that have to do with anything? So what? They had a fight and he finally was the one to walk away. And sure, she usually comes right back after a fight. And sure, they've been fighting more since she was super emotional because of the pregnancy. And sure, they've never spent a night apart after a fight. But …

Oh. Shit.

"And there it is …" Puck said with a grand gesture. "If you think she was pissed before, you just wait until you get back there today."

Finn stared at his friend for a moment before opening his mouth. He shut it once and then tried again. And again. He screwed up his face and blurted, "I don't think I'm going back today."

"The fuck do you mean?"

"I mean, Rachel's wrong. And irrational. Plus, Santana's there and those two together scare the shit out of me, to be honest. Especially since Santana's mad at you. Plus Rachel's already had time to get Hadley on her side. I can't … I won't go back. Not right now. Not today."

"Shit, dude," Puck muttered. "Are you serious about this? Because there could be a giant fucking shitstorm coming. Are you sure you want to be on my side?"

"You weren't wrong to fall in love with her. Or to tell her, man. She's the one who's wrong. She should either admit that she loves you and that she wants to be with you or she should …"

"Leave me, right?" Puck asked as he flopped down onto one of the bar stools. "Don't you think I've thought about that every day since I started thinking about telling her?" He exhaled loudly and ran his hand over his face. "I don't think she's coming back, man. I can …" his voice wavered a little. "I can feel it. She … she won't stay with me now that she knows."

"And it's fucking ridiculous," Finn bit out. "She loves you, dude. You know it. I know it. Rachel knows it. She's just being chickenshit about the whole thing. You're not wrong." He sighed loudly and dropped down on the stool beside his friend. "You didn't do anything wrong. This is just the beginning of the rest of your life, man. I can feel it."

Puck looked over to Finn and shrugged slightly. "Feels like an end to me."

-x-

When Santana woke up the next morning she could hear Rachel's sobs from behind the closed door of the guest room.

Shit. Finn must not have come home last night.

She quickly reached over and grabbed her phone, pressing a few buttons before she heard the chorus of Kurt's favorite Beyonce ringback tone.

"What?" came the panting voice from the other end of the phone.

"Oh my god. Please do not tell me you're having sweaty man sex this early in the morning."

"Do you really think I would have answered if I was in the middle of something?"

"Or if something was in the middle of you …" Santana muttered.

"First, you're as vulgar as your lover. Second, what on earth are you calling for at eight in the morning?"

"I need you to come pick up Hadley for the day."

"No."

"I'm not kidding, Kurt. Rachel and Finn had one helluva fight last night and if the sobs I can hear from the guest room are any indication, he didn't come back. And if I'm on Rachel duty, I need you to take care of Hadley."

"Santana …"

"Listen, I know you have a tough time with the whole kid thing. And I know you're afraid of her, for some unknown reason, but this is an emergency. Please." She heard him sigh. "Spa day on me. Swear to God."

"Which spa?"

"Your choice."

"Be there in twenty," he responded before clicking off the phone.

Santana nodded to herself before rolling out of bed and slipping on her sliding and bathrobe. She ran her fingers through her messy hair before opening the door and heading down the hall. She peeked into Hadley's room, smiling slightly when she saw the little girl curled up with her favorite panda bear stuffed animal. At least Rachel hadn't woken her with her tears.

Gathering her strength, she closed Hadley's door as much as she could without the latch kicking in and made her way to Rachel's room.

The door was shut but unlocked, so Santana pushed her way into the room and frowned as she saw her best friend curled on her side, arms wrapped around her stomach, heart-wrenching sobs escaping her trembling body.

"Oh, Rachel," she whispered to herself before padding over to the bed and climbing in behind her friend. She wrapped her arms around Rachel and hugged her back into her body. "Shh. It's okay. I'm here."

"He left me," she sobbed brokenly.

"Shh. Rachel. He'll be back."

"I don't think so," she cried, tears sliding freely down her cheeks, seemingly in a single stream. "He's never walked out before. And he's never not come home."

"He'll be back," Santana repeated. "He loves you."

"I don't think he does anymore," Rachel whispered. "Or he would have at least called."

"He was mad, babe. He'll be back."

"You can't know that."

"He's not as dumb as he looks," the Latina promised. "He'll be back before you know it. He's probably on his way back right now."

Rachel shook her head and sobbed harder. "He left me for good."

Santana silently cursed Finn as she gripped Rachel tighter.

-x-

Two hours and many tears later, Kurt and Hadley sat in the living room of his apartment staring at each other.

"Your hair is weird."

"You dress like your mother."

"My mommy dresses nice."

"I weep for your fashion upbringing."

"I don't know what that means."

"You're definitely your father's daughter," Kurt muttered.

"Duh," Hadley responded. "Who else would be my daddy if it wasn't my daddy?"

"Oh, Santana, you are definitely paying for a long weekend at The Haven."

"Aunt Ana's not here," Hadley replied. "She's at home with mommy cuz she's sad."

"Who's sad?" Kurt asked. "Aunt Ana or Mommy?"

"Both," the little girl sighed out dramatically. "Aunt Ana's sad cuz Uncle Noah loves her. But I don't know why that makes her sad," she shrugged. "I like that Uncle Noah loves me."

Kurt smiled.

"And Mommy's sad cuz Daddy didn't come home last night," she said sadly. "I don't know why he went away," she added. "But Mommy's really sad acuz of it. I just wish she would feel better. I don't like it when Mommy's sad."

"I know you don't, kiddo. I don't either."

"Uncle Kurt?" Hadley whispered as she looked up at him through her long lashes.

"Yeah?"

"Can we do something?" she asked.

"Like what?" he asked her.

"Something to make Mommy and Aunt Ana feel better?"

"Sure," Kurt smiled. "Whatever you want."

"Anything?"

"Why not?"

Kurt's eyes widened as he took in the look on the little girl's face. She looked too much like her mother for his comfort.