Disclaimer: Glee is not mine. Definitely, Maybe is not mine.

Author's Note: Awwww, only six? Whatever, I couldn't stay away and I didn't write for awhile, so it makes sense that some people lost interest. I'm sorry, just please review! This time I'll update after only six reviews, but I'd love more! ~Jackie

"Oh Mom," Ava said. "This can't be good. You're just setting Puck up to get his heartbroken."

I smiled. The words sounded strange coming out of the mouth of an eleven year old. "You're right, sweetie," I replied. "Do you want me to keep going?"

Ava nodded eagerly so I continued the story.

Days later, I decided to announce Puck and I's "relationship" to the glee club.

"Glee clubbers!" I proclaimed. "May I have your attention please?" Everyone turned to me and I motioned for Puck to stand at my side. I took his hand and I swore I saw Finn and Sam's smiles falter. I pretended not to have noticed and looked away from their faces. "Noah and I are deeply, irrevocably in love!" Then, as if it would prove my point, I kissed him sloppily.

The glee club murmured half hearted congratulations and we continued with our meeting. Puck and I sat next to each other and he held my hand the entire time. I could feel my palms sweating and I'd think he did too, but Puck didn't say anything about my nerves.

"Finn and Sam must've really been sad," Ava interrupted. "You hurt their feelings, Mom."

"I did," I admitted. "I wanted them to get over me, but I just broke their hearts more than I already did."

"You just said you wanted them to get over you," My daughter pointed out. "Before, you said you just wanted Finn to get over you. Does this mean you cared about Sam too?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Yeah I guess it does."

"Hey Rach, can I talk to you for a sec?"

I looked up and saw Finn standing in the choir room doorway. Glee had ended half an hour ago, so I wondered why he was still there. I couldn't help but smiles when I heard him call me 'Rach' again…

"Sure Finn," I said as coolly as I could muster. "What's up?"

"I need to ask you something," He replied, walking towards me. "And I need you to be entirely honest when you answer me,"

"Oh my God, you're not going to propose again are you?"

"Umm, no." Finn looked me in the eyes, giving me that same innocent but charming look I had always loved when we were together. "What I want to know is…do you really love Puck?"

"Of course I love him!" I lied through my teeth. Well, at least it was a lie then.

"Then," Finn said as he backed away. "I wish you two nothing but the best."

"Finny-" I began, but it was too late. He was already gone. At that moment I thought of the song I had sung, the look on his face, when he had gotten down on one knee, and I just wept.

"Finn sounded really nice," Ava said as I paused. "He loved you a lot, didn't he?"

"He did. And I loved him a lot too."

The next morning I went back to the choir room to practice my scales before school started. I was in the middle of an exercise when I heard a knock at the door. I jumped in my seat and turned around.

Sam was standing there, looking incredibly handsome that day. He flashed me a beautiful smile. "I hope I'm not intruding,"

"Of course not," I retorted. "Come on in, Sam."

"Thanks," Sam replied as he stepped into the choir room. "Look, there's a reason I came here. And it's not because I wanted to practice my singing."

"Oh?" I said sweetly, trying to act as if I was perfectly fine, when I was really thinking about what Finn had asked me the afternoon before. "And what is that, Sammy?"

"Please, don't call me Sammy. Not now." His voice was hard and cold and I flinched. Sam swallowed hard and I could see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down from halfway across the room. "Rachel, do you love Puck?"

"Yes," I lied once more.

"Do you love Finn?"

I thought for a moment. "Yes." I gushed. "And I always will love him,"

"Now, do you love me?"

"…Yes." I answered truthfully. "I do love you, Sam Evans."

"And I love you too, Rachel Berry." Sam said. "But you have to make up your mind."

"Excuse me?"

"Which one of us do you want? Puck, Finn or me? Or maybe none of us at all?"

"I don't know," I told him harshly. "Sam, it's not easy for me to pick! I need more time!"

"Time?" Sam snapped back. "Goddamnit Rachel! Make up your damn mind!"

I felt tears prick my eyes. "Sam-" I choked on his name and the first tear streamed down my cheek. "Please, don't yell at me."

Sam shook his head. "Sorry," he mumbled, and then he fled the room.

I wiped my eyes and pulled my knees to my chest. I thought of Sam, who I thought I loved, yet I wasn't sure. I thought of Finn, loveable Finn who I had cared deeply about since day one. I thought of Puck, my Noah, who had done a complete three-sixty and was now the supportive friend slash fake boyfriend. But I lingered on Finn. I knew if I had to pick which one of them I loved the most, it would be Finn. It always would be Finn. I had been doodling "Mrs. Finn Hudson" in my notebooks since the day we first met. But I knew, if I really loved Finn, we couldn't be together. Because he was too good for a conflicted girl like me.

"That sounds awful," Ava said. "Why was Sam so mad at you?"

I shrugged. "It was stupid of me to love three boys at the same time,"

"You're not stupid, Mom."

"Thanks." I replied. "I was just so confused. There was Puck, who was sweet but not my love. There was Sam, who was stunning yet kind. And then Finn, innocent yet charming. And I loved them all in different ways. Does that make any sense?"

Ava shook her head. "No," She confessed.

I opened my mouth to explain it to her when I heard the phone ring. I ran to answer it. "Hello?"

"Hi Rachel. It's me, Brittany."

"Oh, hi Brittany. What is it?"

"Well, you know how San and I had the appointment to go meet our sperm donor after lunch?" Brittany began.

"Yes, I'm aware,"

"Well, there's a…problem."

I sighed. "A real problem or a "Rachie I slept in my bra and now my nipples really hurt" problem?"

There was a pause, a muffled, male voice from afar, Brittany saying something to someone on her end of the conversation. Then she came back on the phone. "A real problem, Rachel."

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