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"That's so romantic," Ava sighed. "I can't believe that Finn ran after you, if only you had been able to make it to him in time…"

"I know baby," I said, replaying that heart sinking moment over in my head another time. When I had gotten the chance to get Finn back, and let it slip through my fingers. "But, things would be much different if I had,"

"Do you ever wish you'd gotten back with Finn? That you two were still together?" Ava asked inquisitively. "I don't mean to pry," She added. "I'm just curious."

"I'm perfectly content with my life right now, Ava Bear. Don't worry," I answered, saying nothing more as I walked towards my room. But I knew, that deep down I would always wonder about what it would be like to have a life with Finn, instead of one alone with just me and Ava.

That night, I got a call from Santana. Normally, I never answered personal calls during dinner, but I had a feeling this one was important, so I did.

"What is it? Are you pregnant?" I gasped into the receiver.

On the other end of the line, Santana huffed. "Hello to you too, Rachel. And for your information Trouty Mouth's sperm was just given to me yesterday, so I can't take a pregnancy test for another two weeks."

"Oh," I mumbled, feeling embarrassed.

"It's about Quinn," Santana stated.

"Quinn? What happened to Quinn?" My mind was reeling. "Oh my God, is Quinn pregnant?"

"No!"

"Oh," I repeated, feeling even more embarrassed. "Sorry, I'll just shut up and let you talk."

"Good," Santana chuckled. "Well, you know how Quinn has been dating that dude who's name I don't know for over a year now even though he lives all the way across the country?"

I nodded at first, but then remembered that Santana couldn't see me. "Oh, umm, yeah."

"Well, apparently lover boy is flying out from LA this weekend for a little visit, and Quinn wants us to meet him. She thinks one of us should cook dinner. I've been using the 'I'm probably going to be pregnant by that day so I can't cook anything without crying or throwing up' excuse to get out of it and Kurt and Blaine are using the 'We're the parents of a three month old so shut up Santana and leave us alone before she starts screaming her head off again' excuse. So, congratulations! You're going to be making dinner this week for your best friend's boyfriend and if you screw this up, they'll probably break up and it will be on your conscience forever and ever and ever!" She spewed it all out in one breath. "Have fun!" And then Santana hung up, laughing maniacally.

I let out an exasperated sigh. "That's the Santana I know and am sometimes really annoyed at. Like right now." I could just feel a headache coming on, when did this become my problem? I rubbed my temples, frustrated with my mess of a life that was just becoming more and more complicated by the second. First, I had my ex-boyfriend donating sperm to two of my best friends. Then there was my other ex-boyfriend whose face everywhere due to his new Broadway production. And now, I had to prepare a dinner for my other best friend's boyfriend, who I'd never even met?

"Are you okay?" Ava asked and I nodded feebly. But she didn't buy that. "You're lying. Come on Mom, why don't you lie down, I'll get you some ice." Ava jumped up and opened the freezer, reaching into the ice tray and I crawled onto the couch. So I was taking orders from an eleven year old now, an eleven year old who just happened to be my daughter? Yeah, my life was totally sane (note: that's what I call sarcasm, dear readers).

Ava returned and placed the freezing cold ice pack onto my head, I groaned at the touch. "What did Aunt Santana say?" She asked. "You can tell me."

"Aunt Quinn's boyfriend is coming to visit this weekend, so we're all going to be having dinner. I have to cook," I confessed. "Plus with Sam around and seeing Jesse's egotistical self everywhere I turn, I'm just so stressed out,"

"Well, that won't be so bad," Ava said. "I can't wait to meet Aunt Quinn's boyfriend, she raves about him. Do you think they'll get married? Maybe you'll be the maid of honor! Wouldn't that be awesome?"

"Slow down, Ava Bear," I interjected, pulling her to my side and turning on the TV. "How about we discuss all the details of Aunt Quinn and your future uncle's wedding while we watch the movie adaptation of The Sound of Music?" I picked the DVD up off the coffee table. Ava nodded eagerly, springing up off the couch to put it in the player before lying back down next to me.

"I bet whatever you make for dinner will be served at their wedding," She noted and I laughed.

"That wouldn't be a good idea, since I'm pretty sure Quinn doesn't want some of my vegan cooking for her special day,"

"What was your and dad's wedding like?" Ava asked.

I frowned, thinking back to that day. "It was absolutely magical," I began. "I wore the most beautiful dress, with a big full skirt full of tool and a veil that trailed behind me. Your Aunt Quinn was the maid of honor, and she as well as Aunt Santana, Aunt Brittany and all the other bridesmaids wore lavender dresses. Uncle Kurt was best man. Your dad looked so handsome, he wore a white tuxedo with a pin of purple flowers to match the bridesmaid dresses and my bouquet. It was in the suburbs, in a beautiful church, and everyone we loved was there…"

"Were the other three there too? Were Finn, Puck, Sam and Jesse all there on your wedding day?" Ava interrupted.

I paused. "Well, no."

Ava shook her head. "Then not everyone you loved was there,"

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