Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the movie Definitely, Maybe. So do not sue me, please!

Author's Note: Review, review, review! And I'm so sorry for not updating in a little while, I've just been crazy busy and stuff. But, yeah. Worry no more, cause here I am with an update! Yay! ~Jackie

"Who did you chose?" Ava asked. "Puck or Jesse?"

I closed my eyes and thought back, thinking of the look on Puck's face when he told me he loved me. "You'll find out soon enough, Ava Bear."

"Promise?"

I swallowed, my eyes fluttering open. "I promise."

Ava and I spent the rest of our Sunday as we normally would. It was a beautiful day outside, so I decided a walk in Central Park would be nice. After a long, peaceful walk we'd stopped at a Starbucks, a skinny latte for me, a hot chocolate for Ava.

"Can you tell some more now?"

I looked up from the magazine I had been skimming, looking on in disgust at an article about Jesse's production of Phantom of the Opera, and met Ava's pleading gaze. I closed my magazine and nodded. "Okay. Now let me think, what happened next…"

The next day, Puck and I walked into Glee rehearsal separately and sat as far away from each other as possible. No one mentioned anything, but I caught a few worried looks from Quinn, Kurt and Blaine as time passed. Puck and I's gazes met once, but we both looked away before we could make eye contact for once. Finn mouthed "Are you okay?" to me from his spot down the row and I mouthed an insincere "Peachy" in reply. Finally, when Mr. Schue asked me if I'd like to sing the female solo on a number we were going to perform at an assembly and I turned it down, everyone knew I was definitely not okay.

"Go home," Mr. Schue said.

"Excuse me?" I asked, perplexed.

"Go home," the teacher repeated. "You don't seem like yourself, Rachel. You should go home and rest."

Normally I would've blatantly refused to leave practice early, but since I felt like total crap, I grabbed my things and obliged. As I walked down the hallway, I pulled my cell phone from my bag and selected the correct number from my contact list. I lifted the phone to my ear as it rung and I stepped into the McKinley High parking lot.

Jesse's forever annoying voice appeared on the other end by the second ring. "Hello?"

"Hey Jesse, it's Rachel. I've called to tell you I'm in,"

"Jesse is so my dad," Ava remarked, dragging 'so' out long enough to make it sound like it had fifteen syllables.

I smirked. "Final answer?"

Ava groaned as she took a sip of her hot chocolate. "No,"

"Good, cause the story is far from over."

I arranged to meet Jesse for dinner at Breadstix the next night to discuss when I'd be able to make it to New York. I'd worn one of my cutest skirt and blouse combos and a pair of heels (which I was not good at walking in, at all) and entered the restaurant with a forced air of confidence. However, it broke after five seconds in the place when I saw Finn having dinner with another girl.

God, she was so damn pretty! Her auburn hair was done up in a bun and had big, brown doe eyes that just made her look so innocent. She had on this super cute wrap dress that made her look fashionable and sexy, yet not slutty. And that laugh, I could tell from the first time I heard it she was a soprano.

It felt like I was standing there for ages when Finn finally saw me. "Rachel?" He breathed. "Rachel, hi. This is umm…" He looked very surprised to see me and was speaking anymore.

The pretty brunette sprang up and walked over to me (she could walk in heels). "Hi! So you're the famous Rachel! Finn just raves about you! I'm Rebecca!"

I shook her outstretched hand. "Yes, nice to meet you, Rebecca." I glanced over at the boy still sitting at the table. "Mind if I talk to Finn for a second?" I asked.

Rebecca smiled brightly. "Not at all!" She turned back to Finn. "I'll be in the little girls' room if you need me, Finny."

I frowned. I had always been the one to call him Finny! I was ready to break Fricking-Perfect-Rebecca's perfect neck by the time she skipped off to the restroom.

I sat down across from Finn at the table, pushing Rebecca's plate of spaghetti and meatballs away from me (at least the girl wasn't too perfect to eat meat). "She seems nice," I said coldly.

Finn nodded. "She sure is. But I don't think I want to see her again."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Really?"

"She's just…she's not you." Finn confessed quickly. I swore I saw him blush.

"Oh. Really." I repeated, pleased at his answer.

"What are you doing here?" Finn asked, a hint of embarrassment still in his voice. "Do you have a date?"

"I'm meeting Jesse," I admitted reluctantly. I knew lying would do me no good. It never did. And I just couldn't lie to Finn.

His hands clenched into fists, but other than that he kept his composure. "Are you guys back together?"

"No," I insisted. "He just got me a Broadway audition,"

Finn's face lit up. "Oh my God! That's awesome!" Before I knew it, we were hugging warmly. "Rachel, I'm so proud of you! I know you'll get it!"

Now it was my turn to blush. "I don't know about that," I tried to say as modestly as I could. "So, what's up with you?"

"I've decided that I want to enlist." Finn said after a moment. "Staying here's just…too painful."

I nodded, trying to be understanding. "Are you happy?" I dared to question.

Finn shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I could be. What about you?"

"I'm not sure either," I mumbled and Finn rubbed my hand affectionately.

"Excuse me," We both looked up to see Rebecca standing there. "May I have my seat back, please?" I sensed a bit of jealousy in her voice and simpered as I stood up.

"Of course," I said coyly as Rebecca took her seat back. I flashed Finn a warm grin. "Bye Finn. I'll see you around."

"See you, Rachel," He replied as I walked away evenly, secretly trying to keep the tears pricking my eyes away.

"You can stop now, if you want." Ava interrupted. "We should probably be getting home anyway. See, the sun's going down."

I looked outside, realizing Ava was right. The Starbucks was not nearly as full as it had been when we'd first arrived either, only two other groups still remained. "Alright baby," I answered. "How bout I tell some more when I pick you up from school tomorrow?"

Ava smiled. "You're the best mommy ever!"

I felt extremely happy to hear Ava say that. "Thanks, Ava Bear. You're the best daughter ever." Now, if only Ava could have the best daddy ever.