Disclaimer: I only own Ava and the plot. Everything else belongs to Glee and FOX.

Author's Note: I know, I know, I'm horrible! I started to write this and then I couldn't find it, so when I came to finish it I had no idea where the beginning was, so I had to rewrite it. Sorry, I know I suck! My friends, Jessie and Stephanie, who I share the account with, have been pestering me for weeks about who the dad is. They're like: "Who's the dad?" And I'm like: "What the-OH! THAT! I'm not telling you!" And they're like: "Jackie, we know you. It's obviously Finn." And I'm like: "Maybe…" And they're like: "It's Finn. You're too big of a Finchel fan for it to not be Finn." But is it Finn? Well, if you want to find out, keeping reading! Please drop a review if you don't mind! Thanks for being so patient with me! ~Jackie

Summer began two weeks later, much to everyone's relief. I was ready to have some free time and just be able to spend it with my family and friends. Being a teacher, I adored the summer time, even through the sweltering heat and busted air conditioning in my apartment (which, Puck soon volunteered to fix, much to my relief).

June 22nd. Ava and I were planning to go for a walk in Central Park. I was looking for my iPod when Ava told me someone was at the door. It was Santana.

"Hey Rachel," She said. Was it just me, or was Santana Lopez actually…smiling?

"Hi," I replied, confused. I turned to Ava. "Will you give me and Auntie Santana some privacy, please?"

Ava nodded. As soon as she left the room, Santana blurted out: "I'm pregnant."

"Really?" I gasped. "Oh my God, Santana, that's amazing!" I couldn't believe it. Normally it took women months, even years to get pregnant, but it took Santana less than a month. "I'm going to hug you now, okay?" And for once in my life, when I hugged her, Santana didn't try to kill me afterwards. That was what that baby had already done for her.

"Thanks," Santana said.

"Brittany excited?"

Santana laughed. "That's the understatement of the decade."

"Well, is that all you wanted to say?"

"Err, no." Santana paused, as if considering how to continue. "Quinn and Puck are going back to Lima for a week, to see Puck's mom. She told me to ask you if you wanted her to give a message to anyone…" She trailed off there, drawing circles on her stomach.

I knew instantly she meant Finn. Of course she meant Finn. He was the only one she could mean, right? Sam, Puck and Jesse were all in New York. "Do you mean…?"

"Finn?" She cut me off. "Yeah, I guess so." She paused. "I mean, I don't even know if he'll be there, but like she could always tell his mom to let him know…" She trailed off and I had a feeling she told me something she wasn't supposed to.

I thought about it for a moment. "I only want her to tell him if she sees him, okay? If he's not there she shouldn't bother, okay?" Santana nodded. "Tell him…tell him I love him."

Santana smiled faintly. "You got it."

When Ava and I got to the park, she immediately began questioning me. "So, is Auntie Santana pregnant?"

I laughed at her straightforwardness. "Yes."

Ava smiled. "I'm really happy for her, for her and Auntie Brittany." She sighed, plopping down on the blanket and closing her eyes, her arms spread out about her head. "Will you tell me some more of the story? You haven't told me some in a long time."

"Okay," I replied, taking a sip from a water bottle and lying down. I got in the same position as my daughter and realized it was much more comfortable than it looked. "So, where did I leave off?"

"Auntie Quinn," Ava answered automatically. "And she gave you Finn's ring and told you you'd always love him. And you thought she was right."

I nodded. "Of course. So, what happened next was…"

The next day, I put that ring on my finger. I told myself it would be just to see how it felt on, how it looked on me, but after that, I didn't want to take it off. It reminded me of Finn, and knowing I might never see him again, I decided to keep it on.

Honestly, it looked quite natural there. It wasn't really the ring that mattered, it was the fact that it was Finn's. Maybe I was meant to be with Finn, and maybe I wasn't, but right then I just wanted to hold onto that little piece of him. I didn't see any harm in it.

I was thrilled when I got to see Kurt again, especially because he understood how it felt to be without Finn, since they were brothers…

"Wait," Ava interrupted. "Uncle Kurt is Finn's brother?" She had a quizzical look on her face, one eyebrow raised and nose scrunched up.

"Yeah, well, stepbrothers. Finn's mom married Kurt's dad when they were in high school. You didn't know that? I thought I said it."

"No," Ava told me. "You didn't. So Uncle Kurt may actually be my uncle. Hmmm," She laid back down and got back into her position. "Okay, keep going, please."

"I miss him, of course." Kurt had said when I'd asked him. "He's my brother and now he's far away in military training." He gave me a small smile. "I see that ring on your finger, Rachel. I'm not blind." I blushed and felt my cheeks grow hot. "So, are you guys engaged or what? Are you going to be my sister anytime soon?"

I looked down sheepishly. "No. Didn't you hear about the Sam thing?"

Now it was Kurt's turn to blush. "Uh, yeah. Quinn told me. But I didn't think it was true."

"Well, it is." I whispered. "I'm a complete and total slut."

Kurt shook his head. "You're not a slut Rachel. You're a great girl." I shrugged and wiped my eyes, causing Kurt to hug me. "You know," He mumbled. "Engaged or not, you've always been a sister to me."

I smiled. "And you've always been my brother."

"That's so sweet." Ava sighed, opening her eyes. "I really liked that part."

"I like that part too." I said. "Uncle Kurt is pretty awesome, isn't he?"

"He is," Ava replied, looking up. She pointed to one of the big, fluffy clouds floating by. "Am I the only one who thinks that looks like a bunny?"

I tilted my head and studied it for a second. "You know, it kind of does." I pointed out another. "That one looks like cotton candy, doesn't it?"

Ava shrugged. "I think it's more like a cotton swab." She identified another. "That looks like a marshmallow."

"More like a blob!" I laughed. Really, the cloud was just a huge clump.

"Hey," Ava said, her gesturing in the direction of a very oddly shaped cloud. "That one looks like…" She trailed off when she saw the look on my face, lying back down and closing her eyes again.

Sure enough, this cloud had a very distinct shape. It was a little fuzzy around the edges and wasn't perfect, but everyone could see the letters it seemed to form. This cloud looked like an intertwined 'F' and 'R'.

I laid back and watched the cloud move across the blue sky. Slowly, the letters began to separate, each one getting more and more out of shape with each small movement. It was like some big metaphor, staring me right in the face. Finally, after several torturous seconds, it just disappeared altogether.

I didn't really like that chapter, but hey. Give me some ideas, if you have any! Also, if there are any typos in this, I apologize but I'm watching The Glee Project with my mom and I have to go to bed soon anyway so I didn't proofread it. Please review!