"Don't stop believing…" I paused the game and answered my phone.
"Hey, Rach. What's up?"
"Actually, I'm calling about something a bit awkward."
"Okay…"
Awkward like that time I kissed you and ran away, I thought, or awkward like the time I led you on to get you to come back to glee, or…
"It's about Quinn."
I wanted to throw my phone or scream at Rachel or cry. "I don't want to talk about Quinn."
"I know. That's the point. It's about finding Quinn a place to live so she can move her belongings out of your house."
A bunch of words were, like, fighting in my head, but all I said was, "Whatever."
"My fathers and I will be inviting Quinn to move in with us."
"Damn it, Rach, no!"
"Excuse me?" Her reply was cold and scary.
"I'm sorry, Rachel, but you're, like, the only person I can trust…the only person from school who didn't lie to me and isn't laughing at me or talking about me behind my back. And now you're picking her, after what she did?"
"No. I'm not picking her. Just like when I told you the truth, I am trying to do the right thing. I honestly believe that this is the right thing to do, and in the end, it will be the best decision for all of us. I hope you will give me your blessing, but either way, I will follow through with my decision. I just wanted to be honest and give you advanced warning. If Quinn accepts our offer, I may come by later to pick up her belongings."
"I don't like it, Rach."
"I know. But it's like the song says…"
She wanted me to say it, or maybe even sing it—the song that brought me back to them at Sectionals. But I couldn't.
"Take your time, Finn. Now you'll have some space, too. I'll see you later, okay?"
The words were fighting again, but this time I couldn't even say one.
Rachel sighed, said, "Goodbye, Finn," and hung up.
AN- Thanks for reading. Fiftieth reviewer gets to request a one-shot!