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The next morning, I was making some vegan muffins for breakfast and thinking back to the story, thinking about Sam.
The morning after, we had been lying next to each other, naked under the sheets of the motel room, hands roaming and kissing when I sat up promptly.
"What have I done?" I asked, throwing the sheets off myself and jumping off.
"Rachel," Sam just said my name in a sexy way, making me go back to kiss him once more before heading back towards the bathroom. "You have a great body," He teased.
I laughed and made a silly pose before running into the bathroom and taking a shower, finally absorbing the awful things I'd done. I began to realize that I could never tell Finn about this, or risk losing him forever.
That's when Ava shuffled down the stairs.
"Morning sleepyhead," I teased playfully. "Did the princess get plenty of beauty sleep?"
Ava walked over and looked up with me with her big brown eyes. "Did you love Sam?"
I was a little surprised by the question. It was like she was reading my thoughts. "Definitely…well, maybe."
"Can you tell me some more of the story today?" Ava asked. "I still want to know the other two guys that could possibly be my dad."
"Sure honey," I said. "Why don't we have some breakfast and I can try to fit some in before Uncle Kurt and Uncle Blaine come to get you." Kurt had made it a tradition for him and Blaine to take Ava out shopping one Saturday of every month, because they did not trust me to dress her myself with my "horrid" sense of style.
Ava nodded eagerly before sitting down at her seat in the kitchen. I placed the plate of muffins in the center of the table and poured orange juice for Ava and a piping hot cup of coffee for me (I was going to need it, I was monitoring Saturday detention while Ava was out with Kurt and Blaine).
"Alright," I said. "Where did I leave off?"
"You and Sam,"
"Oh, how could I forget?" I hit my tongue on the roof of my mouth, making a little clucking sound.
"Hey Rachel, Finn's looking for you!"
It was a week later, and I had been at my locker when Puck had told me Finn was trying to find me.
"Thanks Noah," I had said, feeling my stomach drop. Did Finn know about…what I did?
I found Finn waiting for me in the choir room. "Hey beautiful," He smiled and I breathed a sigh of relief. At least he wasn't angry.
"What's up, baby?" I asked, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"I have something really important to say to you. It couldn't wait." Finn explained nervously. "I know you're so upset about me joining the army and…I just want you to know that I love you and I want to be with you. I want us to be together forever, I feel like we're almost…two halves of the same person." I giggled and he smiled. "Cheesy, I know. So, Rachel Berry, will you-"
The doorbell rang, interrupting my story. With a sigh (not only because of the disruption, but because of how this part of the story made me feel so god-awful) I got up to answer the door.
Kurt and Blaine were standing outside, their three month old daughter Autumn in Kurt's arms. I pushed a dark curl off the baby's forehead and kissed her there, she gurgled happily and smiled wide.
"It feels like it's been forever since I've seen you!" Kurt admitted.
"It's been two weeks," I laughed.
Kurt gave me a look that read "do not correct me" and so I put my hands up in surrender.
"Where's Ava?" Blaine asked.
"Having breakfast," I replied. The two turned towards my kitchen, but I stuck my arm out to prevent them from moving any further and they both shrunk back. "But, can I tell you guys something first?"
"Anything!" Both said at the same time.
I played with a strand of my hair and lowered my eyes so I was looking at the floor. "Ava asked me about her dad,"
Blaine's eyes widened and Kurt raised a hand to his mouth in surprise. "You're telling her everything? About…them? Puck and Sam and Jesse and Finn?" The latter gasped.
I nodded. "Yes, I just got to the part where…he…" I choked on the words and let out something between a wail and a sob.
"Don't cry, sweetheart." Blaine soothed. "When we take Ava out, I want you to try and compose yourself. This is going to be just as hard as it is for you as it is for her. I'd say just forget the whole thing, but she has a right to know."
"Thanks," I said, blowing my bangs out of my eyes. "I need to have a little time for myself, away from all the stress and such."
"The life of any young mother is hard," Kurt said sympathetically as Ava came bounding into the room, having dressed hastily in one of her cute little dresses, a pink one with a ribbon covered in bunnies for trim. "How are you Ava?" He asked the young girl.
"Good Uncle Kurt, and glad to see you!" Ava replied, hugging Kurt before doing the same with Blaine. "Hi Uncle Blaine."
My two friends hugged tightly before ushering my daughter out the door. "Be strong," Kurt whispered into my ear as we embraced. "You can do this,"
I nodded, biting my lip, because for the first time in a long time I've started to doubt myself.
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