Chapter 3- Rachel's POV

It was Sunday. I woke up to Kurt, Finn, and Santana's voices. I got up and went to our small kitchen.

"Well, someone slept in late," Kurt smiled, smothering his bagel in cream cheese. I laughed a bit. Kurt really wanted Finn and me to be together. You could tell he was doing absolutely anything he could to get us to be a couple again. Last night it was Chinese food, today it was bagels. He was being especially kind between us. I grabbed a poppy seed bagel and poured myself a cup of coffee.

Finn walked up to me. "Rachel, can we take a walk together?" He sounded distressed.

I looked at him, a bit intimidated. "Um, yeah, of course. Let me get dressed."

He nodded. I finished my bagel, took a shower, and put on a tee shirt and yoga pants. He was waiting for me by the door. We linked arms awkwardly. "Have fun, you two!" Kurt exclaimed, putting on a huge grin.

We walked down the apartment steps in silence. Finally, when we were a few blocks away from my apartment and sitting down on a bench, he spoke. "Look, can we just talk about this whole thing? Like, right now."

I nodded, pushing the strands of hair away from my face and looking at the ground. This was the moment I dreaded. We would talk, and he would tell me that he had to go back to Hannah. I started defensively, "Look, I didn't want this-"

"I know you didn't, Rachel." He paused, looking out at the city skyline. "I know you didn't."

"Look, if you're going to leave right now, you might as well tell me-"

"I just don't know, Rachel," he replied, shaking his head. I looked at him. I suddenly realized that I might only be a minor factor in his decision on whether he was going to stay or leave. It was all about our kid. I knew the story about his dad, and I could tell by the look on his face that he knew he couldn't do that to his child. Maybe he has moved on without me, though. I realized then that it would be impossible for me to move on without him. I could see myself with Finn for the rest of my life. "Are you definitely keeping it?"

"I can't kill my child," I insisted, "I just can't."

Finn exhaled. "Okay," he responded, "Look, I can't leave it-"

"You mean, you can't leave her," I whispered.

He looked at me in shock. "What?"

"It's a girl."

Finn had a look of realization on his face. "Oh."

I continued, trying to get this over with. "I'm 13 weeks."

He looked hurt and confused. "Why didn't you tell me when you found out?"

"I was scared. I told Brody right before I told you. I didn't know what to say. I was scared. Most of all, Finn, I didn't want you to leave me." I moved closer towards him.

He put his hands on his head. "Look, Rachel, I just need some time to think things over by myself." Finn got up from the bench.

"Haven't you had enough time to think about it?" I exclaimed. He avoided my stare. "Look, I can picture you and I together for the rest of our lives and I know you can, too. I love you more than anyone else. Please give me a second chance-"

"If you love me so much, why did you cheat on me in the first place?" He was close to tears.

He had gotten me. "I don't know, Finn, I was all alone. I didn't know where you were, and-"

"Listen. I've told you how much I loved you. I just don't know if I can trust you now. How can I know whether or not you're going to go to another guy if I don't give you everything you want?"

"You can trust me Finn, please-"

He shook his head. "I need to go," he whispered.

"Finn! Wait!" I choked, stumbling after him. It was no use. He left. I collapsed back on the bench. The love of my life was gone. I sobbed until I had no more tears left.