Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, but according to the daily Glee calendar that I own the quote of the day is, "Rachel Berry is about to get musically promiscuous." Enjoy!

She opened the car door and quickly sat inside. Her eyes were clouded with tears and a few slipped past her closed lids as she rested her head against the back of the seat. Wiping her hands under her eyes she felt the cool band of her engagement ring pass over her skin, causing her to cry harder. She should have known it was a mistake coming back to Lima. Why hadn't she simply faxed over the damn papers and got his signature that way? She should be home in New York, getting ready for her wedding and instead she was here being kissed by her ex-husband, well soon to be ex, and more confused than ever. Picking up her head, she placed the key in the ignition and started the car, no destination in mind. All that was important was getting away from Finn.

"Whoa, dude. What was that?" Puck murmured quietly to Finn. It had been hard to watch his friends reunite for that brief second only to have Rachel run away. Not sure what to do, he silently wished for Quinn as he placed his hand on Finn's arm. "You ok?"

"I gotta go get her Puck. Move." Sliding his arm out from under Puck's grip he excited the bar and ignored Puck's warning call from behind him. Finn pushed through the doors of the bowling alley, his face set with determination. They had to talk about this; clearly there were unresolved feelings on both sides. Her little car was speeding away and he knew exactly where she was headed even if she didn't. Forgetting about his bowling ball still inside the building he grabbed his keys out of his pocket and stalked over to the truck. His mind was on that kiss and all the feelings he had unintentionally brought back to the surface.

It had been like a dream, looking at her face again as he sang. It wasn't like he hadn't sung since he'd seen her; he did it every week at karaoke. But he never felt like he did when he sang for her. Seeing her face watching him filled him with a purpose, a sense of determination and self-worth he had forgotten he possessed. Singing to her brought back every moment, both good and bad, of their time together.

And that kiss. He hadn't been thinking as he lowered his face to hers, but damn it her face had lifted to his too. Her hands were in his hair as he ran his over her back and every bad moment between them was forgotten. He had walked away once, expecting her to come back to him. The opportunity to talk about it was not going to be missed again.

Rachel pulled off at the lake and parked the car. She slipped out and wandered towards the grassy edge of the water, dropping her purse onto the ground beside her. Not caring about the dress she was wearing, she lowered herself to the grass and pulled her knees into her chest. The grass was damp and the crickets were busily making their music, but she was oblivious to it all. She was staring at the water, tear tracks making their way down her face as she stared out the water under the moonlight. Her mind drifted back to all the times they had come here, when Burt was in the hospital, the summer days after they had finally gotten together, and most importantly their last night in Lima, a week after their wedding.

Seven Years Earlier

They were cuddled together on a blanket by the water, having marked another spot off their list of "important places to consummate our marriage before we leave Lima" and her head was pillowed on his arm as they looked at the stars.

"Where's the Finn star?" He asked as he stroked his fingers up and down her arm. The feel of his ring against her skin gave her goosebumps, and assuming she was cold he pulled her closer to him as he anticipated her answer.

"Well," she began lazily, "There's the one right up there." She lifted her left hand, her wedding and engagement ring glinting in the moonlight. "And there's the one right here." Placing a kiss on his chest, near his heart she felt his arm tighten around her which caused her smile to grow.

"I can't believe we're leaving in the morning. Are you excited?"

"Excited? Excited doesn't begin to cover it! I'm going to New York with my husband," God she loved saying that. "And I'm going to NYADA. I'm so excited I can hardly stand it."

"I still can't believe your dads are paying for our apartment for the first year. I'm going to find a job right away for after school so they don't think I'm taking it for granted." Finn wasn't used to taking handouts from people, his mom was a hard worker and so was he. He'd show the Berry's that he'd be able to provide for Rachel.

"Finn, we've been over this a million times. They want to do this. It makes them feel better knowing that we're in a safe environment and plus they got off cheap with the wedding." She nudged him in the ribs with her elbow as she spoke.

"You don't regret our wedding do you? I know it wasn't the big fancy wedding you probably wanted."

Sitting up, she placed her hand on his chest. "Finny, our wedding was perfect. I know Quinn was touched that we waited for her to get better, but we couldn't have had the ceremony with everyone else and not her."

"At least the Justice of the Peace didn't make any big fuss over the fact that we had cancelled the first wedding." Finn had been nervous about contacting the office again to set up their wedding for the second time. He was scared they would say no or make them take some sort of marriage class or something. Thankfully, there were no questions asked.

"I told you it wouldn't be a problem Finn. Life happens and people's plans have to change. I'm just glad we were able to have the whole group there, and Mr. Schue of course, to witness it. I know some of them think we're too young."

He cut her off with a kiss. "We're not too young, we just know what we want. Why should we have waited? I love you, you love me, and nothing will ever change that."

Smiling she gave him another kiss, "I'm forever yours."

He stood up suddenly and pulled her into his arms, carrying her bridal style. "Faithfully." Running, he jumped in the water with her, kissing her to silence her shriek. One kiss led to another and another, and eventually they wound up adding another spot of places to consummate their marriage before leaving Lima list.

They departed for New York the next morning, happy, in love and excited to see what the future held.

Present Time

Hearing a car door close behind her, she quickly wiped her face and stood up. She turned to face him trying to look nonchalant and failing miserably. "What are you doing here Finn?"

Hands shoved in his pockets so he wouldn't touch her, he walked closer. "We need to talk Rach."

"There's nothing to talk about Finn. I think we said everything we needed to say back in New York. I just need you to sign these and I'll be out of your life." Her purse was on the ground next to her and she went to grab the papers but dropped them when his hand touched her arm.

"I'm not signing anything until you talk to me. I think we owe it to each other to at least talk about what happened back there. That kiss," he trailed off, trying to read her face.

"That kiss was a mistake; it should have never happened. And we stopped owing each other anything when you decided to come home and not come back to me." She wanted to shout, but the words came out as a whisper.

"I was trying to give you space. You said you wanted space and the next thing I know I'm getting served with divorce papers. What the hell was I supposed to do?" Finn's hands were running through his hair in exasperation.

"Fight for us, fight for me." The tears flowing now and there was no way she could stop them.

"God Rachel, what did you want me to do? It takes two to have a marriage you know." Sinking to the ground, he continued. "I don't even know what happened. We were so damn happy."

And they had been. Their first year of marriage had passed in a blur between school and work. Rachel's classes were incredibly demanding and in addition to her regular classes she was taking as many dance classes on the side as she could to strengthen what she considered the weakest link to her being a triple threat. Finn had signed up for some general education classes at NYU before discovering he had a real knack for business courses. As busy as they were, they always kept Sunday open. Sunday was their day to be together. Occasionally they ventured out of the apartment and into city but most of the time they opted to stay in, rarely venturing out of the bedroom and never answering the phone.

Things started to change the middle of their second year in New York, and for the life of him Finn could never pinpoint what went wrong.

"Seriously Rachel, what the hell happened to us?"

She knew the answer, she knew exactly what had happened and was still afraid to talk about it years later. Carefully choosing her words, she sat next to him, but didn't look at him. "We grew apart Finn. It happens."

"Bullshit. That's a cop out and you know it. I know we were both busier with school and work than we thought, but we didn't grow apart. I was tethered to you; I still am." Taking her chin in his hand, he forced her to look at him.

"Please Finn. Don't do this. Just let it go."

"Rachel, please. You have to know I still, " Words were never his strong suit and his momentary pause allowed her to jump in before he said something he'd regret.

"Do you remember when I fell doing rehearsals for Peter Pan?" She whispered, taking a deep breath.

"I do. You sprained your ankle and missed a few rehearsals because of it." He shook his head, "I don't see what that has to do with this."

"Do you remember how sad I was after? How you tried to cheer me up?"

Looking back at the lake, he tried to think clearly about what had happened. He remembered he had been in Lima when she fell, taking a quick weekend home with his Mom and Burt. She called him, said she had fallen but just sprained an ankle. He cut his trip short anyway and went home to her, trying to pamper her and not quite understanding why she was so depressed over her ankle.

"I do. I couldn't figure out why you were so upset, and nothing I was doing was cheering you up. I couldn't sing to you, couldn't watch sappy movies with you, couldn't make love to you. I didn't know what to do." He turned his head back to her. "I remember we fought about it because I got frustrated, but I don't see what that has to do with this."

"I didn't just sprain my ankle Finn." The tears were streaming down her face full force and it was getting hard for him to understand her.

He immediately tensed though he didn't know why. His heart was beating faster and his voice shook as he asked, "Rachel, what happened that day?"

"I, I had," she was shaking as she tried to control her tears. Looking him in the eye she finished, "A miscarriage Finn. I had a miscarriage."

He was frozen to the spot on the ground while his mind whirled. "Miscarriage? But that means?"

"I was pregnant Finn."

"You never said anything. How could you not have said anything?" Emotions poured through his voice, anger and hurt vying for priority. He jumped up from the ground and began pacing. His stomach clenched at the thought of her keeping this knowledge. "You know, I remember how I felt when Quinn tried to pass off Beth as mine. And it hurt to find out she lied to me and it wasn't my baby at all."

"Finn-wait, just let me." She tried to interject as she placed her hand on his arm.

Staring down at her hand touching him he continued as if he hadn't heard her, "But in the end I felt relief. Relief that I wasn't going to be tied forever to someone I didn't love. I thought I'd never get past that awful hurt, but knowing I'd get to experience that with someone I loved and who loved me helped heal me. Now I find out the woman I love didn't even tell me that she was pregnant." Neither noticed the fact that he said 'love' and not 'loved'.

"I didn't know Finn. I swear it. I wouldn't have kept that. But when I fell I started bleeding. They told me at the hospital."

"Why didn't you tell me? It was my baby too." His anger was beginning to fade, replaced by a well of sadness.

"I didn't know how to tell you, so instead I closed myself off. I told myself it was my problem and my fault." Rachel eyes were swollen as she stared into his eyes. "I didn't know what to do."

Things started to add up for Finn. After that fall there were so many fights, over the stupidest things that had never gotten to them before. Mundane things like changing the toilet paper roll the right way (over, not under), or the choice of music they listened to before bed all became hot button issues. He had felt her withdrawing from him and had no idea how to handle it, so he'd done what he thought she'd wanted and left. What a pair of fools they had been.

"And then I didn't want to tell you over the phone Finn. It was news to be dealt with in person."

"You could have come here Rachel. We could have worked it out." He couldn't understand why if she wanted him she couldn't have just come home.

"I couldn't come back here Finn-I swore when we left I was never coming back. How would I face anyone? I hadn't made it anywhere, I hadn't done any of the things yet I swore I would do. I thought if I came back here, I'd never leave. What would I have done here? You had Burt's shop to at least work at. There was nothing for me here." Rachel gave a watery chuckle. "Here I am though, back where it all started and still trying to just get the hell out."

In that moment he saw her completely stripped and vulnerable. He could have told her then of the music he wrote and the fact that he would have gone back with her, but he said what his heart felt. "I was here."

Carefully he made his way over to her and placed his hands on her stomach, as if the child they created was still there. "I'm sorry I didn't know and didn't push. I'm sorry that we let pride stand in our way. And most of all, I'm sorry we didn't get to have that baby. Can you imagine a mini Finchel?"

She gave a watery chuckle as she placed her hand over his, "I could see it."

"Are you ok? Were there any complications?" Finn ran his hand over her hair and down her back. Things seemed clearer to him now, and he felt more connected to her than ever.

"I'm ok. I can still have kids, but to honest, I'm scared to death." Going with an impulse she couldn't have ignored if she tried, she placed her head on his shoulder as they stared at the water, both feeling more content than they had in years.

They sat in comfortable silence, both wondering what the other was thinking.

Finn turned his face to hers, "Rach?"

Tilting her head up, her heart pounding, "Yes Finn?"

"I meant that song you know. You know, the one in the bar? In fact," he stopped talking as he leaned over to kiss her.

She kissed him back willingly, not thinking of anything but how right it felt.

The moment was shattered by the ringing of her phone. With a chuckle, she pulled it out and then stopped laughing when she saw the readout. Pressing answer she looked at Finn and said, "Hi Anthony."

A/N: Of course Anthony calls now! Perhaps someone else will be making a stop in Lima soon. ;) Thanks again to the Groffles to my Lea, the fork to my dork. Your spot on the couch is waiting-and so is the spare room! As always, thanks for the read and feel free to review-they make me smile ;)