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Author's Note: Sorry for not updating in forever! I apologize! Fanfiction wouldn't let me log in so I had to wait almost five hours to upload this. And, in case you were wondering, the reason Finn is marked as the second character is not because he is Ava's dad (I'm not saying he isn't, I'm saying if he is that is not why he is the second character), it is because the flashbacks and story will mostly be about Rachel and Finn's relationship. Sure it will focus on her and Sam and Puck and Jesse too, but not as much. And the endgame ships are top secret (honestly, I haven't even decided all of them yet). Finally, please review! I'll try to update again after eight. ~Jackie
We arrived at the small café just past twelve. I was surprised to find Quinn, Kurt and Blaine (baby Autumn too, of course) all waiting for us.
"What are you guys doing here?" I asked as we exchanged greetings. Ava ran over to hug her uncles and "aunt".
"Brittany invited them," Santana said, sitting down in one of the wicker chairs. The rest of us followed her example. "We figured you wouldn't mind,"
"Of course not,"
"I just thought we should tell you all at once," Brittany added, beaming.
"What?" Ava asked excitedly. "Please tell me Aunt Brittany!"
Brittany smiled. "Your Aunt Santana and I are going to have a baby,"
The response was chaos, we were all talking and screaming and freaking out at once. It was impossible to hear anyone clearly.
"Wait, you're pregnant?" I gasped.
"Not yet," Santana replied. "But hopefully soon,"
"Who's going to carry the kid?" Quinn questioned, taking a sip of her iced tea.
"I want San too," said Brittany. "I want the baby to be just like her."
Santana snorted in response. "Just like me, huh?" She rolled her eyes before kissing her wife sweetly on the cheek. "Okay. As long as the donor looks just like you."
Brittany leaned in for another kiss, but Ava spoke before Santana could move. "Aunt Brittany? Aunt Santana?"
"Yes?" They both said at that same time.
"You're going to tell the baby who it's dad is, right?" She asked. "For me? Please?"
Brittany's face fell and she opened her mouth to reply, but Santana gestured as if to say "I got this". She looked at me as she answered Ava's question. "Of course, chica. Anything for you,"
When Ava and I got home, she immediately began begging me to tell some more of the story.
"Please, please, please Mommy?" Her lower lip jutted out, and I caved instantly.
"Fine," I said and Ava smiled. We sat down on the couch. Outside it had just begun to rain and so I found myself staring out through the doors by the terrace, watching the drops form on the glass, people running down the streets to get out of the storm, the taxi cabs lined up on the crowded street, the lights becoming blurred by the water covering the door. "So," I finally said. "Where did I stop?"
Puck had recommended I sing a song to Finn in glee club. "You can find some song about cheating and hurting and all that crap, right?" He had said. "You're Rachel Berry, you have a song for everything." He was right, I did have a song I wanted to sing to Finn. And so, in glee club the next day, I raised my hand and asked Mr. Schue if I could perform something for the class.
"Sure, Rachel," He said. "Show us what you've got."
I stood up and walked to the front of the room. I stood center, my hands folded, my eyes meeting everyone's in the room. "This song is dedicated to someone I hurt recently, you know who you are, and I just want to say that I'm sorry, but you have to move on. Forget about me."
Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories they're haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye
Even with our fists held high
It never would've worked out right
We were never meant for do or die
I didn't want us to burn out
I didn't come here to hold you, now I can't stop
I want you to know that it doesn't matter
Where we take this road someone's gotta go
And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on so I'm already gone
Looking at you makes it harder
But I know that you'll find another
That doesn't always make you want to cry
Started with a perfect kiss then we could feel the poison set in
Perfect couldn't keep this love alive
You know that I love you so, I love you enough to let you go
I want you to know that it doesn't matter
Where we take this road someone's gotta go
And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on so I'm already gone
I'm already gone, already gone
You can't make it feel right when you know that it's wrong
I'm already gone, already gone
There's no moving on so I'm already gone
Already gone, already gone, already gone
Already gone, already gone, already gone, yeah
Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories they're haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye
I want you to know that it doesn't matter
Where we take this road someone's gotta go
And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on so I'm already gone
I'm already gone, already gone
You can't make it feel right when you know that it's wrong
I'm already gone, already gone
There's no moving on so I'm already gone
When I finished singing, the room was full of applause. My gaze met Finn's, and I could see the behind his clapping façade, he was broken. His eyes were emotionless, his mouth positioned in a small frown, and it just broke my heart to see him that way. It was then I made a decision.
After Glee, I pulled Puck away from the others.
"I need you to help me," I explained.
"Again?" He sighed. "Now I know why I don't do this 'being nice' thing more often! People begin to expect it from you all the time!"
"Look Noah," I said sternly. "I'm not asking for much. And I know what I want from you is definitely in your areas of expertise." I paused. "I want you to be my fake boyfriend."
"Wait, what?" Puck asked. "Why me?"
"I need Finn to move on," I clarified. "If I find someone else, maybe he'll finally realize we can't be together anymore. And why not you?" I smiled seductively. "You're hot, I'm hot, you're the only guy who can understand my Jewish faith. We're perfect together."
Puck thought for a second. "Do I get to make out with you?"
I batted my eyelashes and nodded slowly.
"Okay," Puck agreed. "So, do we start now?"
I nodded again and Puck took my hand as the two of us walked down the hallway together. I laughed at nothing and rested my head on his shoulder. Surprisingly though, as we flirted, Finn wasn't the only one looking on sadly, but Sam as well.
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