I have just one thing to say as to why I haven't updated this in forever, LIFE. This is not a complete chapter, but wanted your thoughts.

Hanlon gave the cab driver a fifty as he carefully slid a sleeping Rachel out of the cab he had hailed after dinner. He picked her up and walked up to his brownstone where he unlocked the door and entered the now dark foyer. Rachel nuzzled closer to him in her sleep and let out a snore, one that would have made his Aunt Moira proud. Turning on the small hall lamp and silently moving towards the living room, Hanlon laid Rachel out on his couch and delicately slipped off her coat and hat replacing those with his aunt's quilt. He headed towards the kitchen to get a bottle of Gatorade and some aspirin for the tipsy brunette asleep on his couch. He was pretty sure she would have a hangover when she awoke.

After grabbing what he needed for Rachel and a water for himself, he went back into the living room and settled into the leather club chair with the realization that it would be awhile before she awoke. As he waited in the dimly light room, his mind wandered back to their celebratory dinner at the restaurant. The food and company had been wonderful, and to add to the celebration, he had bought a bottle of champagne, forgetting that Rachel wasn't even 21 yet, but two glasses had been brought out, filled, and the two had finished off the bottle happily talking about everything and nothing.

It hadn't occurred to him that Rachel could be a lightweight until she went to stand and stumbled forward over nothing but air. Giggling as she fell, Hanlon realized that she was going to need some help, so after helping her into her coat and buttoning her up, he locked her arm around his and hailed a cab, where she promptly fell asleep as soon as she hit the bench.

Now he was silently watching her as the light and shadows played off her features. A twinkle at her collar caught his eye. Careful as to not wake her, he kneeled beside her and carefully lifted a necklace from under her sweater. It was a delicate necklace of wee stars connected to create the necklace. As soon as he touched the stars, his mind went whirling with memories of a dance and a woman, no a girl, in a blood red gown smiling at him with tears in her eyes. That necklace in her hands.

Shaking slightly, Hanlon pulled himself back into the chair, confused by the memory he didn't remember. He had never met Rachel before, but he had a clear memory of her with that necklace, a necklace he had never seen. No matter how hard he tried, as he sat there, he couldn't remember any dances that had a girl in a red gown or of every meeting Rachel. She was several years younger than he was and the only formals he had ever been too were the two proms at his high school, and both of his dates had worn a shade of blue. He wasn't sure what he was remembering, but that memory left him a sad and confused.

"Finn?" a sleepy voice called, sending Hanlon to quickly face a sleepy Rachel.

"What? Finn?"

"Oh I'm sorry Hanlon. I don't know why I called you that name. Guess I'm a little sleepy, and my head is throbbing." To emphasize her pain, Rachel placed a hand on her head and sighed causing her to wince with true pain. He grabbed the Gatorade and aspirin and handed them to her and watched as she took the pills and grimaced at the taste of the drink. "I hate this stuff. It's salty and I've never understood how athletes drink it. Blach!"

"Aye, but it's good to replace lost electrolytes whether through sports, illness or a hangover. And why did you call me Finn? Is that a friend of yours?" He was sure she could hear the nervous waiver in his voice and possibly a hint of jealously, but if she did, Rachel didn't show any sign of it.

"I'm so sorry. Through my sleepy eyes, for a second you looked like Finn Hudson. He was a classmate of mine and would have been my best friend's step-brother if he hadn't been killed in a car accident when he was sixteen. It's funny, but now that I look at you, and think about it, you remind me a lot of Finn."

"So he wasn't your boyfriend or anything?" Damn that jealousy crept back in.

"Finn? No! He was the quarterback for our school and was dating Quinn Fabray, the head cheerleader. They were the all-American couple," a sigh escaped her lips again, before she continued, "of course that didn't make Quinn a nice person. She had been cheating on Finn the whole time they were dating, and she played the grieving girlfriend part while screwing one of the running guys on the team. Poor Finn never found out what a bitch Quinn was." Hanlon watched as Rachel shook her head, truly seeming to be sad over the betrayal of a dead man.

He had to know though, because she kept fingering the star necklace as she talked, like it was from this Finn Hudson. "And did Finn Hudson give you that necklace you're wearing?" She smiled as he said Finn's name, making him both jealous and prideful at the same time, which was weird.

Rachel scooted closer to Hanlon, playing with the water droplets on the outside of the bottle she held, suddenly shy, "You're not going to believe this, but I don't remember who gave this necklace to me."

"You don't remember?"

"No! I mean I know it was my prom date. It was wrapped around a cream rose corsage with a note saying talking about wee stars for his wee star, but for the life of me, I can't remember his name or what he looked like. I don't have any pictures from prom, because I went with Kurt and his parents. It's just weird, but I met him there at the prom and it was his last night in Lima, he was leaving the next day, and he gave me the box before he left." Her fingers started to play with the stars around her neck as she talked, trying to remember, "He was tall, like you, with coppery-brown hair, and dimples. I think that's why I felt comfortable with you, you have dimples too. Anyway, I've worn this necklace ever since. It just makes me feel safe; it's silly I know, but it just does."

Without a thought, Hanlon moved onto the couch next to Rachel and touched the necklace again, as he leaned close to her whispering, "It's not silly. It's your past. Your past is important. I wish you had been in mine," and with that Hanlon leaned in and softly kissed Rachel on the lips and pulled back, looking into deep brown eyes that seemed to reflect his soul.