Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Definitely, Maybe. I do own Ava.

Author's Note: We had reached 200+ reviews! That's awesome, guys! Thank you all for reading and reviewing! I this one is also short; however the next chapter will be longer. I simply wanted to end this one on a cliffhanger. ~Jackie

Quinn told me and Ava to go home after that. So we said our goodbyes and left, we wouldn't have been much help anyway. When we were back at the apartment, Ava immediately began begging me to keep telling the story.

"Sure," I said. "But breakfast first, since the last attempt went horribly!"

Ava giggled. "How about just cereal this time?"

"Oh, definitely,"

"Kurt!" I called out as I walked into his apartment. "Kurt, where are you?" Instead of being met by Kurt, however, it was Santana who stepped in front of me.

"Rachel," She said. "Before you go back there-"

"What's going on, Santana?" I asked, my hands on my hips. "Tell me now, or I'll go find out for myself."

"Rachel, seriously!" Santana hissed, grabbing one of my wrists and wrapping her fingers tightly around it. "Rachel, please, just let me talk to you-"

"What is going on?" I said, pleading. "Please, Santana,"

She looked down and blinked. "It's good," She said finally. "I just don't know how you're going to feel about it…"

I groaned. "Oh, why does everyone keep saying that to me? Just let me find out for myself!"

"Not yet!" She retorted, the Santana fiery personality I was used to flashing in her eyes. "Rachel, Kurt wouldn't have done this if he could've gotten around it, because he knew, we all knew, that it could go one way or the other: it could hurt you terribly or made you incredibly happy. And none of us wanted to take that chance. But…but he came and there was nothing we could do and we wanted to see him before he-"

I cut her off once I felt my breathing go back to normal. "He?" I gasped. My voice still sounded a little weird, like I'd been crying or something. "Santana, who is in the living room..." I knew instantly it was one of the three, but I never really thought about it more than that. I never thought about what seeing any of them would do to me. I never thought to leave…and part of me is still glad, to this day, that I didn't.

"Rachel," Santana began, but I'd already shoved my way past her and into Kurt's tiny living room. Quinn sat in the chair, while Brittany sat Indian style at her feet. Kurt was on the couch, and he was next to him. I let out a small, choked sound.

His gaze shifted to me and our eyes met. He gave me a small, half smile. I wondered what he was thinking, if he was happy to see me or…or not. I wouldn't have blamed him if I was the last person he wanted to see.

"Rachel," He said. At least, I think it was him who said it, as I watched his lips form my name. I felt like I was shaking as I took him in, everything from his cropped hair to his Army boots.

"Finn,"

So yeah, this one is really, really short but the next chapter will be much longer and out very, very soon…and why do I keep saying words twice? Whatever, please review, lovelies!