Finn was right. If I wanted to know why no one had bothered to include me in their lives than it was up to me to find out. I decided to wait until our parents had left the room before I approached anyone.

"Hey." I said walking over to Sam and Mercedes. "Can I ask you guys a question?"

"Sure Rachel." Sam said, glancing at his wife.

"Why do you hate me?"

"We don't hate you." Mercedes said.

"Then why didn't you invite me to Delia's birth?" I asked. "Kurt and Blaine both got invited but I didn't."

"Honestly, we just didn't want a lot of people around." Sam answered.

"Yeah, both of our parents, Stacey and Stevie, Mike and Tina, Quinn were already there. Kurt flew out and stayed with me for the last month of my pregnancy and then he called Blaine."Mercedes said.

"But Rachel why does it matter now?" Sam questioned. "It's been nine years."

"I was just wondering." I said giving them my best show face. "I'll talk to you guys later." I said. I walked away from them and toward Brittany and Santana. "Hey guys."

"Hi Rachel." Brittany said happily.

"Congratulations Santana." I said smiling.

"Thanks Berry." she said smiling back at me. "So what do you want?"

"How do you know I want something?" I asked.

"Because, you have no other reason to come talk to us, so what is it?"

"Why do you guys hate me?" I blurted out.

"I don't hate you." Brittany answered. "I love everyone in glee club."

"We're not the glee club anymore, Britt." Santana said.

"Yes we are." She said turning to look Santana in the eye. "Rachel said that we were all apart of something special. Special lasts forever."

"You're right." I said. "But you guys have had so much happen in your lives that I know nothing about. Why?"

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe we just didn't want you around, Rachel?" Santana asked.

"Well, no."

"Why not?" Santana asked. "You cause senses and you make people listen to you sing. It's grating."

"I just want you all to like me."

"People might like you a little more, if you weren't always assuming that they are jealous of your talent." Brittany said. "We didn't care in high school, Rachel. We don't care now." I was shocked that Brittany has said that to me. She was always so sweet but she was always very blunt. I gave them both a weak smile and walked over to Quinn and Puck.

"Rachel before you ask, Lauren and I don't hate you. But you don't like professional wrestling and you've made it clear that you hate my band so why would I invite you to anything that has to do with us?" Puck said.

"How did you know I was going to ask you that?" I asked.

"Sam text me." he said nonchalantly.

"Oh." I whispered.

"I don't hate you either Rachel." Quinn said. "We've just...drifted apart."

"I'm sorry."

"It's ok. It happens." Quinn smiled at me but I knew that smile. It was the same fake smile she gave when she lied or she wanted the person talking to her to stop. I smiled back and made my way over to Tina and Mike.

"I'm guessing you know why I'm here." I said.

"Yeah and Rachel," Mike began. "We don't hate you. I mean, Tina did for a while but I never hated you. I thought you were a little controlling and abrasive and maybe a little psycho at times but I never hated you."

"I...I..." I stuttered. "Thank you for your honesty, Mike." I said. I blinked quickly and smiled at the both of them. I turned away from them and mapped out my exit. I didn't want to talk to anyone else. There was no need to. I wasn't wanted at this party, so it was time to make my exit. I placed my glass of wine down on the table and pulled out my cell phone. I noticed Quinn was watching me. I put on a big smile and approached her. "Quinn could you tell your mom that I'm sorry I had to leave but I have to get back to New York. There is a callback for a show that I'm up for and it got moved to today." I lied. "The director is Jewish and kinda of a hardass and I really want this part."

"Oh. Ok. I'll let her know. What about your dads?" she asked.

"I'll call them on the road." I answered. "Thanks again, Quinn. Merry Christmas." I rushed out of the room before she could say anything. As I was in the hallway pulling my coat on I heard my name. Turning I see Drizzy running toward me.

"Hi Rachel." she said throwing her arms around me.

"Hi Drizzy." I said looking at Evianna.

"Where ya going?" the little girl asked.

"I have to go to work." I said kneeling down in front of her.

"Are you going to do Funny Girl?" she asked her fingers twisting my hair.

"No, this is something brand new." I said. "How do you know about Funny Girl?"

"Daddy bought it for me." she answered. "Are you coming back?"

"No. I'm sorry." I said. I was shocked. I couldn't believe that Finn has bought the DVD version of the show. He had never come to see it in person but he had bought it as something to share with his daughter.

"Oh." Drizzy said sadly. "Well when I come to um, New York this summer, can we sing Don't Rain on My Parade together?"

"Of course." I said, fighting back my tears.

"Yes!" she said wrapping her arms tightly around my neck. I hugged her back and quickly wiped my tears away. "Well, I'll see you later, Rachel." she said before she ran back to her mother. I stood up and glanced back at the room where the New Directions were. They didn't need me and I suddenly was ashamed that it took me nineteen years to see that they were friends, that they were family, that they were the New Directions with or without me.

When Finn caught my eye, I turned my back. I quickly buttoned my coat, shoved my gloved hands in my pockets and as the tears streamed down my face, I walked to my car and out of their lives.