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Sunday morning Finn slept in, which was comfortable. But once he woke up, he soon got up; he wasn't interested in lying around in his room, not now, not when it at turns felt either familiar or unnatural.

His mom put together a nice big brunch, with Kurt's help, and he heard them working together on it in the kitchen, talking in low voices. He supposed it was great that his mom got on so well with her stepson, and it was certainly good that she had some help cooking now that there were four of them (Finn's skills being pretty basic and largely geared towards 'eat it when it's ready' rather than 'prepare for a specific time'). But he also felt a bit – replaced. As if he hadn't been here at all during the time he didn't remember, and he had come back to find someone else in his place as his mom's son. Still, the food was really good. And Finn had been working at Burt's shop, he'd been told, so maybe this was just part of the 'blending' process, bonding with the stepparent.

Bored with staying in, and still uncomfortable with the unfamiliar house, Finn decided to go out for a drive after brunch. He had his license, after all, and justified a trip out to his mom as being an important test of his skills. She insisted he take her around the block first, but he clearly had no difficulty so she wished him well and let him go off in her car. Anyway, it was Sunday so he didn't have to worry about any mail carriers coming from out of the blue, and traffic was light.

He didn't have anywhere specific he wanted to go, he'd just wanted to get out by himself and be independent, so after exploring the new neighborhood a little he drove aimlessly. He soon found himself over in a fancier part of town, on a street called Birch Hill Road. He didn't recognize the area, sure he knew about it but he didn't know the street or these big houses. But they reminded him of another big house that he had visited, the home of the one person he had most expected to see but hadn't, so he decided to drive there. Hopefully she hadn't moved.

She answered the door and stood there for a moment in surprise. "Oh. Finn. Hello," she said.

"Hello Quinn." Yes, she was older too, and her hair was shorter, only just above her shoulders. But she had the same pretty face and lovely green eyes, widening as she looked at him.

"You look very well, I'm glad," she said, giving him a smile. "Why don't you come in?" She showed him into the living room and brought him some soda, then sat down with him. "I was very sorry to hear about the accident and your memory loss," she continued. "How are you doing?"

"Okay, I guess. Confused." He paused, sipping at his drink. "I did kind of wonder why you didn't come to see me, though. I know we broke up, twice I guess from what Puck said, but he said you were in Glee too and most of the rest of them came around. You and Puck are almost the only ones I remember well, I'd really like to talk to you if that's okay."

Quinn lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry that I didn't come," she said. "I wasn't sure it was appropriate, really, under the circumstances. So much has happened, things are so different between us than what you remember."

"Well yeah, from what I remember we should still be going out," Finn said. "But I know some of it."

"Do you?" She looked at him searchingly.

"Puck told me about your kid, about Beth."

"Did he tell you it happened when I cheated on you with him?" she asked tentatively.

Finn stared at Quinn, his mouth open. "No." No he definitely did not. What the hell?

"Well I did," she declared. "And I'm sorry. You were pissed at both of us for a long time. But you and I tried going out again, the next year, when you'd split from Rachel for a while, and that didn't work out either." She shrugged. "So that's why I didn't go to see you in hospital. I was worried about you, but so much has happened that it didn't seem right to pretend that it hadn't, with you not remembering it." She frowned a little, a nice pretty frown. "And while you forgave me, your mom never did."

"That's okay," Finn said. All done with, I guess. "It's still good to see a familiar face."

"A lot has changed, huh?" Quinn said sympathetically.

"Everything, it seems like. I have a whole new family, a different house, I'm engaged to a whole new girl... and it's so hard to know where I am with anything. Things that should be familiar are strange and some things that apparently should be strange are familiar." He sighed. "And it seems like I'm watched for, like, everything."

"That doesn't seem to have stopped you from going out."

"Well I can drive now. I know, weird to hear me say that when you've seen me do it for years, right? I keep saying stuff like that so get used to it."

"It's okay, you can relax, honestly," Quinn reassured him.

"That'd be nice." Finn exhaled. "And I can go out, it's not like I'm under anyone's control or anything like that. But it's like everything I do is looked at to see if I'm having any trouble, or if I'm not and it might mean something. And they get all weird about the slightest little thing. Yesterday Mom and Kurt started freaking out because I liked some cookies."

"Rachel's sugar cookies?"

"Yes. How did you know?"

Quinn smiled. "You love Rachel's sugar cookies. You also love her banana bread, and just about anything else that Rachel bakes for you, but you especially love her sugar cookies. And she knows it so of course she makes them for you."

"Well apparently I've loved Rachel's sugar cookies for longer than I've known Rachel, she made them for a bake sale once and I bought out the stock." He frowned. "But they didn't know so they went all 'oh my god, he's remembering' for a while, which was freaky. I guess I never told anyone about them before."

"Well you wouldn't have told me. I used to hate it that Rachel baked for you," Quinn admitted. "After you first became good friends with her, when you started studying and singing with her, and then the next year when we were going out again, I couldn't stand that she did that. I didn't like that she had that with you." She exhaled. "Actually I didn't like her at all, even before you met her, and I don't really know why, I just never did. She was too different and far too easy to put down, and she never stayed down so I had to keep doing it. I got over it eventually."

"She never did anything to you?"

"You mean before she stole my boyfriend's heart?" Quinn looked at him with a sad smile. "No."

"I'm sorry about that," Finn said quietly.

"Really? You don't even remember that," Quinn replied. "It's not like I gave her any respect so I suppose it's only fair that I didn't get it either. But you and I were the school's new golden couple."

Finn smiled. "I remember that."

"She just completely defied everything, even just by talking to you. It hurt, it was just so impossible. I was the Cheerios captain, as a sophomore no less, the golden girl every guy supposedly wanted, and I couldn't stop my own boyfriend from spending time with the school pariah." Quinn looked morose, remembering. "She was so annoying, everyone knew that she'd talk your ear off if you'd let her, and yet you would rather hang out with her than with me. And that's even before she started baking for you so I know it wasn't to get free cookies."

"Maybe you didn't know."

"Come on, Finn. You've never been able to hide your appreciation for food."

"Did -" Finn frowned. "Did I cheat on you with her?"

"Not like I did on you with Puck," Quinn admitted. "If you did anything I never found out, and if anyone knew they would have told me, either to tell on her or put me down. But it did feel like there was something going on, even if you didn't do anything about it." She sighed. "She was the only girl that would actually dare go after the boyfriend of the Cheerios captain. She's like that, if she wants something she goes after it. It's impressive but I definitely hated it at the time."

"Hmm."

"And then I found out I was pregnant, and you stuck by me until you found out it wasn't yours. She even helped us out, at least until she found out it wasn't yours. Then she did what I hadn't been able to bring myself to do, she told you." Quinn kept her eyes on Finn, looking carefully at his reaction.

Finn frowned again. "How did you know it wasn't mine?" He paused, thinking. "For that matter, when did we do it? We made out a lot but you wouldn't even let me touch you anywhere near down there."

"We didn't, we never have," Quinn admitted. "That's how I knew it wasn't yours."

"What?" Finn gaped at her. "Look I know I'm dumb about some things, but I'm not that dumb, why would I think it was mine if we hadn't done it?"

Quinn sighed. "No, you're not dumb, Finn. You are a bit suggestible, though. I told you it must have happened when we made out in the hot tub and you couldn't hold back, and you trusted me that it could happen like that."

Finn stared. "That was two weeks ago. From what I remember. Just before the last week I remember before waking up in hospital. Labor Day weekend."

"That's right. And a few days later Puck took me home and brought a bunch of wine coolers, one thing led to another, and..." she shrugged. "Even now I don't know why I even let him drive me home, much less invited him up to my room. I suppose it was good to be pursued and appreciated like that, so intensely, even if in retrospect it was really stupid and Puck's normally pretty disgusting."

Finn stared off into space, getting angry. "Well I don't know why the dude that's been my best friend since before middle school would sleep with my girlfriend. At least Rachel didn't owe you anything when she started talking to me."

"That's true," Quinn said quietly, trying to calm Finn down. "But this is all ancient history, Finn, even if you don't remember it. Please don't hate Puck. You worked it all out and you really need friends right now. He became a better friend, too."

"Really?" Finn was still agitated. "I guess it's not hard to be better than a friend who'd do that."

"Let me show you something." Quinn went away and came back with her iPad, then sat down next to Finn with it in her lap.

"What's that?"

"I just want to show you some pictures."

"No, I mean, that." Finn touched the corner of the iPad.

"Oh." Quinn laughed. "It's an iPad, a tablet with a touch screen. We use them for all sorts of things, games, music, videos, everything. I have a lot of my pictures on here." She tapped the screen, bringing up her photo organizer app, and Finn stared, fascinated by how everything looked. "There are a lot of these, the whole club exchanged them." She tapped on an icon that said 'Graduation', then selected a picture of two young men in red robes, arms around each other's shoulders, grinning. "Here's you and Puck at graduation," she said, passing the tablet over to Finn. He looked down at it, seeing himself and Puck, so obviously happy.

"Hmph." Finn found it hard to understand, that that guy next to him in the photo would do what he'd been told about, and that he would have so obviously been able to get over it. But there they were, finishing school together as the same bros they'd always been. He took a deep breath. Well it's all long over, no point worrying about it now especially when there's so much else to worry about. And I don't know what I'd do without him, he's the only one who came to visit me that I felt like myself around, even with all the new stuff we talked about. "But I did get my own back at the time, right?" he asked. Finn didn't want to feel like he'd been too much of a sucker, first to believe the story Quinn admitted to telling him and then to forgive the betrayal too easily.

"You strode into the choir room and had him on the ground in seconds. It took three people, Mr. Schue, Matt and Mike, to pull you off him." She sighed. "And you didn't speak to me again until just before I had the baby."

"But we went out again junior year, you said."

"Yes, you'd broken up with Rachel for a while and we got back together." She took the tablet back and tapped on it a few more times. "Here's a picture from junior prom."

Finn leaned over and looked at the picture, which showed them standing right in front of the stairs in the hall, very close to where they were right now. They were both smiling, not grinning particularly but serious smiles. The golden couple, like he remembered. "Wow," he said, smiling at the picture, then over at her. "You're so beautiful. I mean not that you're not now, you always are, just... wow."

Quinn smiled. "Thank you. Not one of our better nights, as it turned out, but it's a great picture."

"I'd rather not hear more about it," Finn said cautiously. "I mean, unless something happened that's really important, something I need to know or you're worried someone else might tell me."

"Oh?"

"Just – there's a lot of stuff that's happened. A lot of big stuff. And a lot of not-so-big stuff. But it's all past, right, and my shrink says it's better if I can get memories to come back on their own, that if I find out too many details by being told them it can be a lot harder to really remember, or to know what I remember for real and what I've just been told. Some 'con' word, con-something-shun."

"Confabulation?"

"Yeah, that's it. Where you don't really remember but you think you do, your brain fills in the details and you can't tell the difference between that and something that really happened. He says it's really important that I don't do that, the fake memories would make it a lot harder, maybe even impossible, to get the real ones back. I could end up with a mix of them and never be able to sort them out."

Quinn swallowed. "Well, we don't want that. I'm sorry, I've probably already told you too much."

"Nah, that's okay. Most of it was bad and if that stuff doesn't fully come back, how I felt then and everything, that's probably not a big deal. I don't think I need to remember wanting to kill my best friend. Especially since you're right, I need friends right now and Puck's been great." He smiled tentatively at her. "So can we talk about something else? Not the past, just other stuff?"

"Sure," Quinn said, smiling. "I'd like that." She gave a small frown, though. "But just so you get the big facts straight -" she saw Finn frown in return. "I won't tell you the details so you can't confabulate them. But you should know, a week after that picture was taken, we broke up, and a little over a week after that you were back with Rachel. You've been together ever since."

Finn thought for a moment. "Puck said I dumped you for someone else. That must have been for her."

Quinn's face fell. "Yes. I really shouldn't tell you anything else, though, or you'll start making things up in your head and you'll never remember properly, like your psychiatrist said."

"Yeah. So let's talk about..." Finn snorted. "I don't really remember talking that much, we used to just hang out." And make out, but that's over.

"That's true." Quinn smiled. "I need to get some groceries today, so why don't you come along?"

Finn nodded, returning her smile. "Okay."

At the supermarket Finn trailed after Quinn, pushing the cart. This is good, just relaxing, not having to think, he thought. Didn't the shrink say something about don't worry or think too much? So yeah, this is good. He kept his eyes on Quinn, following her around, stepping up to get something she wanted that was on the top shelf, out of her reach. Nothing awkward and no expectations.

He was waiting for Quinn at the checkout line – she'd raced back to get something – when a familiar figure waltzed up to him.

"Well hey there, Frankenteen," Santana said, smiling. "Good to see you up and about."

"Oh, hi Santana," Finn replied. So, I've slept with her, huh? He glanced up and down her briefly, wondering why he had, aside from her being hot, obviously, and found her staring back at him.

"Someone told you," she accused, pointing at him but still smiling, her other hand on her hip.

"Uh, what?"

"That look. You know about it, don't deny it. And you're wondering something about it, how it was maybe." She smirked. "Well don't get your hopes up of getting another ride to refresh your memory, I'm strictly no stick now. Should have been before."

Finn's jaw dropped. Santana had been notorious among the guys, a lot of whom had been with her or said they had. "Really?"

"Yep. Turns out the 'right guy' I was looking for is Brittany." She tossed her head.

"Hello Santana," Quinn said, returning with the paper towels she'd gone to find.

"Quinn!" Santana smiled at her old friend. "This is a surprise."

"We're just hanging out. He doesn't remember most of the others," Quinn said defensively.

"Hey, not my business," Santana replied. She looked back at Finn. "But that thing you were wondering about?" She raised an eyebrow. "It sucked. Not worth remembering, trust me." She sashayed away, calling back over her shoulder. "Take care and see you 'round, you two."

Later that afternoon Finn returned to the house (hard to think of it as home) and sat down in the living room, turning on the TV to watch some baseball. About five minutes later he heard steps behind him, and he looked over to see his stepbrother.

"Hey," Finn grunted.

"So you're back," Kurt commented.

"Yep." Thank you, Captain Obvious.

"Where did you go?"

"Out." Finn frowned. "I can go out for a drive, the doctors don't expect me to have blackouts or anything."

"How's driving?" Kurt came and sat down in the chair next to the couch where Finn lounged.

"Fine." Finn shrugged.

"Guess you remember how to do that."

Finn reached for the remote, and turned up the volume on the game. "I'd already learned to drive, mostly, I was just a little too young to get my license." Though I'm better at it than I was then.

Kurt shrugged back. "Fine," he said, rolling his eyes. "I fail to see what's so interesting about the commentary that you have to blare it out, though." He exhaled, trying to smile at Finn. "At least save my ears, please."

"Fine," Finn repeated back, lowering the volume back down. He shook his head internally, telling himself he should be nicer to the boy that had somehow become his brother. No need to be an ass, Hudson. "Not a baseball fan?" he inquired.

"Not a sports fan in general. And those uniforms are a fashion crime. Seriously, stirrup pants?"

Finn snorted. "What, are you gay?" As soon as he heard himself say it, Finn frowned and sat up, looking over at Kurt as if finally seeing him properly.

Kurt smiled. "Yes. Completely and unreservedly. Did you figure that out, or did you remember it?"

Finn thought. "I don't know," he replied. "Did people know, back then?" He glanced over at the TV, noticing the switch to loud ads at the start of the seventh-inning stretch; he muted it.

"Back when you can remember? I wasn't out at all then. I knew, and Dad knew, though I hadn't told him so I'd never talked about it with anyone. I came out later that fall. Not many people were surprised though. And it would have come up soon if you hadn't figured it out, I wasn't trying to hide it from you now."

"Huh." Gay stepbrother. O-kay... "Have you seen me naked?" This prompted a laugh from Kurt. "Hey, I don't mean to be funny."

"You should be glad I'm not offended by the suggestion. I used to be." But Kurt calmed himself. "No, I have not seen you naked, nor do I want to – you're my brother. So there's no need to either be concerned that I'd like what I would see or insulted that I wouldn't." He winced. "I have seen you almost naked, and believe me if I had amnesia and forgot those incidents I would be better off. But alas this is not to be."

Finn was very confused. "What are you talking about?"

"You and my best friend, apparently naked in bed, doing – I don't want to think what."

"What the hell!" Finn was shocked. He didn't swing that way at all.

"Well she had already agreed to marry you, so I shouldn't have been so surprised at what else she agreed to do with you."

Finn took deep slow breaths, trying to stop himself from hyperventilating. Oh. "So your best friend -"

"Is Rachel. Yes." Kurt sighed. "I'm sorry, Finn, that was mean of me," he apologized. "I'm using the fact that I know you better than you know me as a joke, and I shouldn't. But take it from me, that was a very traumatic sight. It's certainly the last time I left my headphones on when walking around the house. We also replaced the catch on your door, though I didn't tell my dad why."

"So I got together with your best friend, huh?"

"Sort of. It all happened at about the same time; you and Rachel got together around when your mom and my dad started getting serious. Before we got the bigger house. And Rachel and I didn't get along as well back then, though we ironed things out soon after."

"So you became best friends with my girlfriend."

"Yes, mostly. More that than the reverse, I suppose. And there were problems and drama and whatever," Kurt said, waving his hand. "We're all great now, or at least we were until you hit your head."

"Sorry."

"Not your fault. And they did get the idiot who sideswiped you, not that that's much help other than for the insurance."

"Sometimes it feels like my memory fell out into the ditch and I should go look for it."

"All you'd find would be some scrap metal that fell off your truck."

"I know. It's just – really strange."

Kurt gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm sure it is. And trust me, it's really strange for us too."

"Yeah, I get that," Finn grumbled. "So we must've hung out a lot, huh?"

"In various combinations as it suited us. You still had all your sports and video games, with Puck and Mike and some of the others. You weren't that different than you think you are now. And you worked at the tire shop for my dad."

"Yeah, we've talked about the shop."

"Good." Kurt glanced over at the TV – the game was back on, but Finn had made no move to turn off the mute. "But yes, the three of us are – were -" he pursed his lips, frustrated. "We're really close." He pulled his phone from his pocket and pressed a few buttons to select a picture, then handed it across to Finn.

Finn looked at it and saw yet another graduation picture, with the same him that he'd seen in the picture Quinn had shown of him with Puck. This set of red-gowned graduates were bareheaded, all three of them close together, Finn with one arm up on Kurt's shoulder, bro-style, and the other curled tightly around the waist of the beaming brunette in front of him. He glanced at it briefly. "Graduation, huh?"

"Yes, Blaine took that one for me. He's my boyfriend, by the way, we're the same age but he's a year behind because he lost ground when he was harassed into switching schools. Have you seen any of the grad pictures before?"

"Uh, just one, of me and Puck." Finn swallowed, a little tense. No reason he shouldn't talk about this, though. "I ran into Quinn when I was out, she showed it to me."

"That's – odd." Kurt frowned.

"She was trying to help me, letting me know that Puck and I were still tight," Finn explained defensively. That was really nice of her to do that.

"Um, why wouldn't you be...?" Kurt exhaled. "Okay, Finn, could you please help me out? It's hard to talk to you when I don't know what you do and do not know. Especially about other people, I don't want to tell someone else's story by mistake."

"Well I don't know if you know this stuff either."

"If it happened in Glee Club in the last three years, I know about it, trust me," Kurt said.

Finn frowned. "Okay, I guess," he said, thinking about what Quinn had told him, that he'd gone off on Puck in the choir room. "She told me about me, and her, and Puck, and... Beth." This was a bit of a test to see if Kurt really did know.

"Known to the rest of us as Babygate," Kurt said. "Yes, that's what I figured. I was just surprised that she told you, it seemed to be the perfect chance to get away from it since you didn't remember and Puck didn't tell you the details, particularly the timing."

"She's being nice, trying to help me," Finn protested, not liking Kurt's expression. "Look, I know she said my mom didn't like her afterwards, but she's making up for what she did, and I forgave her anyway, she showed me our picture from junior prom." Even if she said it wasn't a good night. "I know a lot's happened, even if I don't remember most of it, but it did seem like we were planning to stay in touch."

"Well Yale isn't that far from New York," Kurt commented idly. He raised his eyebrow at Finn's puzzlement. "Quinn's going to Yale in the fall."

"Yes, she told me that, but – we're moving to New York? I'm moving to New York?" Finn was stunned.

"Damn," Kurt frowned. "Sorry, didn't mean to spring it on you like that. Hold on." He went into the hall and called downstairs for Finn's mother. "Carole, do you have a few minutes? I've just put my foot in it with Finn."

Carole came up from the laundry room, looking puzzled. "What is it?"

"New York," Kurt explained. "The New York plans."

Carole groaned, and followed Kurt back into the living room.

"What's going on, Mom?" Finn asked. "What's all this about moving to New York?"

"Not all of us, honey," Carole said, sitting next to Finn on the couch. "The three of you, though – Kurt and Rachel were accepted to NYADA, the New York Academy of Dramatic Arts, it's very prestigious. And you were accepted into City College, not far away from there, so you found a decent apartment in the area where the three of you could live together." She bit her lip. "Hold on, I'll be right back." Carole went upstairs and came back a few minutes later with an envelope that Finn didn't recognize, though it was addressed to him and already open. "Here's your acceptance." She looked over at Kurt. "Could you excuse us, please, Kurt?" Kurt nodded and left.

Finn took the letter out of the envelope and read it. There it was in print, his acceptance to the social sciences program at City College, part of City University of New York – but out of state? And not involving football at all? "How do I even have the scores for this?" he asked his mom, disbelieving. "And what happened to football, Ohio State?"

Carole sighed. "Football didn't work out, honey," she said. "You had a good run, though. And you've worked very hard to pull your grades and test scores up."

"Huh." Finn looked at the letter again. "Why New York? I don't remember even thinking about it as a possibility. Not that I thought much about any of that future stuff," he admitted. "I just don't get it."

Carole leaned over to hug her son. "I know there's a lot to take in, a lot of changes," she said. "But being able to do something like that – it's good. And if you look at the pieces together, they should make some sense."

"Rachel," Finn mused. He looked over at his mom. "Rachel's going to New York so I was going too."

"Yes. It is a very good program, though, with an excellent focus on leadership that should suit you, so it's not like you were sacrificing anything."

"But I must have been working towards that for a while, to get my grades up and apply."

"Yes."

"So -" Finn frowned, frustrated. "Yeah I know it's been almost three years that I don't remember. But it doesn't seem long enough. Last I remember, Quinn and I were the couple everyone idolized, the rest of the football team would've thrown me into a dumpster if they caught me talking to someone like Rachel, I hadn't even really met her, and now we've been serious for long enough that I've asked her to marry me and pulled up my grades so I can follow her when she takes off for Broadway? How did this all happen so fast?"

Carole pursed her lips. "You're right, it was fast," she said. "But in some ways it was also a long time coming. Only thing I know is that you found something you decided you really wanted and you went for it. And you weren't going to let your teammates tell you what to do or who to be with." She frowned. "Broadway?" she questioned. "Did someone mention that?"

"I don't know," Finn replied, briefly wondering about it. "Just – singing, and that arts school, and New York."

"Hmm."

"But now what? I don't remember anything about this college, and the shrink says I should take things slow. I can't move to New York with two people I barely know, or start college when I don't even remember the last three years of high school. So what am I supposed to do now?"

Carole sighed, and her arm tightened around her son. "I don't know, honey. But I'll always be here for you, and we can figure this out. The rest of the family, too. We're here."