A/N: Thank you for reading my story and the responses! Finally, you guys are going to know what happened to Finn, but I'm a bit nervous about whether or not you'll be disappointed with it. I hope you will enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee and its characters.

Chapter 15 – January 2011

The first time in a long time, Finn felt genuinely happy. And nervous at the same time. Because, he hadn't felt like this for a long time. Or you could tell that he had never felt like this before.

The second Rachel left his apartment as he made a promise that he would pick her up at her apartment at 7 pm, he started batting around as to how to impress her on their first date; could he find a flower shop to buy her a pretty bouquet on New Year's Day? What kind of flowers should he get? Roses? Every girl loved roses, right? No, Rachel was not every girl. She was special. So he would get special ones. What was Rachel's favorite flower? What were the flowers in her apartment? Dark pink, or purple colored, lots of petals… what did they call them? Maybe he should call Kurt to figure it out. Nope, anyone wouldn't want to get his lecture as to how to choose the right flowers for girls for hours.

As he emerged out of the bathroom, freshened up from a shower, clad only in a towel around his waist, he noticed that he had missed a few calls. He glanced at the screen of the phone which he had left on the kitchen counter to find who had called him. He frowned as he scrolled to see the name—Quinn. She kept calling for weeks, until a few days ago (so he thought she had given up). Which totally brought his uplifting mood down. Not that he bothered to answer the phone or call her back anyway. So, he decided to call his mother instead.

Talking with his mother made him feel much better. His mother sounded happy when he told her about more details of his new job at The Musicraker. Humming Journey's 'Don't Stop Believing,' he walked into his bedroom, and started rummaging through his closet and drawers to find clothes for a date. Didn't want too much dressed up, but not so casual. What did Kurt always say? Right, always dress sharp on a first date. But there was no way in hell to wear a tie. Because he hated tie. Tie only made him more nervous, not to mention that he didn't know how to tie. He didn't want to screw up anything on a first date with Rachel.

About ten minutes' thinking back and forth later, he picked up a light blue dress shirt, a V-necked gray sweater in a sport jacket which Kurt had approved saying 'look sexy in it,' and dark blue jeans. Satisfied, he walked into the kitchen to calm his nerve with a cup of coffee before he could leave.

Then his phone buzzed (again).

He groaned as he saw the name on the screen. Why did she keep calling him? They were over. For a long time ago. Even though it was only about two months ago that he actually had broken things off with her.

Finn let out a loud sigh and grabbed his cell phone from the kitchen counter.

"Why didn't you answer the phone? Have you listened to the voicemails that I left?"

As soon as he answered the phone, a slightly panicking female voice came from the other end of the line.

"We're over, Q. I don't think I'm obligated to answer the phone." Finn retorted petulantly. "And no, I haven't listened to your voicemails." He rubbed his face in frustration.

"Look, we don't have time to talk over that."

"What do you want then?" Finn asked, not bothering to hide his annoyance towards his ex-girlfriend.

"Biff got arrested a couple of days ago."

"Huh?"

"I too was questioned about alleged the embezzlement yesterday. I don't know why this is happening, but they seem to think you are involved in too, and–"

"Hold on, hold on." Finn squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying his hardest to take in every word Quinn had said, before managing to let out a word. "I'm not following."

"They think that you're involved in too, since somehow, but apparently there were your signatures on the registration certificate of the shell corporation, which they–"

"They who? What did you mean by the shell corporation?" Finn ran a hand through his hair. What the hell was she talking about? He didn't understand one bit of the words coming from the other end of the line.

"The FBI, Finn. The shell corporation is to embezzle money from Murphy's Insurance. Biff and his boss were arrested, but I believe that Biff's being falsely accused of it!"

Finn heard Quinn's voice crack.

"What am I supposed to do? I-I… I'm pregnant, Finn, with his child."

He knew she was crying right now. But Finn had no ability to speak. Because, too out of the blue to catch her meaning of every word yet.

"A-and, there's one more thing that you should know–"

Finn felt in his ear Quinn sound hesitated. "Um, what's that?" He finally managed to speak.

"She's pregnant too, Finn."

Finn frowned. "She? Who?" His heart started pounding. He was almost suffocated.

"Vanessa. Who you slept with."

It seemed to take an eternity (actually, ten seconds) for Finn to sink in, who Quinn had mentioned in a slightly accusing tone it was. "V-Vanessa?" He stuttered before asking stupidly. "H-how did you know that?"

"She told me, Finn. She's been sick for weeks, which kind of is the same symptoms as I have. She insisted that she was not going to tell you, but I think you have the right to know since you're the father."

Finn's mind went completely blank.

"Finn, I've heard that the FBI's obtained an arrest warrant on you, and–"

He had no ability to listen to her anymore. He just felt his body losing its strength enough to hold his phone. Vanessa was pregnant with his child? And the FBI was going to arrest him too? How could it possibly be happening?

"Finn? Finn? Are you still there?"

Finn snapped out by Quinn's shout between sniffling through the phone. He attempted to lift his arm up to his ear, but a loud knock on his front door prevented it. He managed to make his way over to the door. Only to find about a half dozen of the people in a suit standing there. With the warrant on him in one of the guys' hand.

The interrogation was a blur.

Only one thing that he felt he got off easy was that the agents in charge of the case had not been so harsh to him. Rather nice to him. Still not quite understanding, but he politely answered to their questions—the basic information; his full name, his current address, phone number, job, where he was born, his relationships with Biff and Quinn (and a bit of Vanessa too), and his family. Then they continued asking when and where exactly he signed the documents of the shell corporation, showing the copies to him.

They looked like his signature.

But he didn't remember that he signed them.

Because he was sure that he was not the one to have signed them.

Finn didn't have any answer.

"You look like having a lot of expensive equipment in your apartment. How can you afford them?" One of the agent calmly but meaningfully asked.

Finn snapped up his head to stare at the guy in a black suit for a second before shaking his head in disbelief. "I don't have a car, or anything else expensive. Those cameras and lenses are for my job. Most of my payment goes to them."

The agent arched his eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

Then they allowed him to make one phone call to his loved one while he waited for a public defender.

It was a tough call.

To choose.

Only one call.

He didn't glance at the time. Because he knew the time he would've showed up at Rachel's apartment had already passed. Although he knew he had to call her, to apologize to her, for that he couldn't make it, he didn't know what to say to her. How could he tell her the whole story? The whole story that he didn't even know himself yet. And… Oh God, Vanessa was pregnant. With his child.

Besides, he didn't know how long he was going to stay here, even though how many times he had told the FBI guys that he didn't know anything about the shell company or the embezzlement.

Finn took a deep breath in front of the phone before pressing the number which he had called so many times and just had called hours before too. "Hey, Mom."

"Finn? Are you okay? You sound… tired."

Oh, no. He didn't want to worry her. He couldn't tell her either. Having heard his mother's warm voice, Finn gripped the receiver of the phone tightly, trying his hardest not to let tears fall. "No, I'm fine." He squeezed his eyes shut and slowly exhaled a shaky breath, not for his mom to notice anything. "I," he cleared his throat, "I just wanted to let you know that I've got an unexpected work, so I'm going to go outside of the City for a few days, or probably a week, to take photographs." He said in one breath, praying that she didn't notice that he was now in a vulnerable state.

"Oh, that's great, Finny! I'm so so proud of you."

Now warm water had started blocking his vision. He let the tears fall, but trying his hardest not to sniffle or anything. "Thanks, Mom. Um, I'll call you when I'm back, okay?" He silently wiped his tears and snots with a sleeve of his jacket.

"Please do. Looking forward hearing the story of your photo shooting."

Having hung up the phone, one of the agents led him to a detention center. The guy, who might have eavesdropped the conversation between Finn and his mother, gave a sympathetic smile at him and patted him on the shoulder.

A few hours later, a public defender arrived at the detention room. The middle-aged attorney named Ms. Adler, suggested that he accept a plea deal if he wanted to be free sooner since The FBI considered that he was not the principal offender.

"I'm not gonna agree to plea-bargain!" Snapped out Finn, who had been burying his head in his hands. "I didn't do anything! I don't even know what they're talking about, for fuck's sake! Accepting a plea deal means me pleading guilty! I got Vanessa pregnant, yeah, if you say that's guilty, then yeah, I'm convicted. But I swear, I don't know anything about the shell company and the embezzlement!"

The big woman didn't seem to flinch one bit at Finn's outburst. She just walked over to him and sat on the bench next to him before letting out a sigh. "But the documents have your fingerprints."

Finn ran a hand through his hair in frustration, but his head was clearing more than a few hours ago. "I didn't sign them. They should conduct a handwriting analysis. Someone must have traced my signature." He demanded.

Ms. Adler stood up from the bench. "I'll ask them to do it." With that, she left him in the detention room alone.

The signature was completely his. There was the match between the handwriting on the document of the shell company and one of the documents which the agent had confiscated from his apartment when they had knocked on his door with the arrest warrant.

Yes, it was homologous.

But too homologous.

Which made the FBI start to think that Finn might not be involved in any crime, what Finn had appealed to them was right. Although there were his fingerprints everywhere on the documents (he didn't know how was possible either), they had found that there were also a few vague glove prints in further forensics. And simultaneously with that those details of the forensics revealed, Biff, who was being interrogated in Cincinnati office, finally had confirmed that Finn had nothing to do with the crime.

It took exactly three days for him to be free from being a caged bird.

Relieved, to be honest. He, however, couldn't take it lying down. Sure, the FBI apologized him for the mistaken arrest with sincerity. Yet, he wanted to scream and harbor resentment towards everything and nothing, or anyone. He would have finally started living his life he had been dreaming of. In the City. As a professional photographer. With Rachel. Why did he have to be trapped in such a thing? Who the fuck did put him in this situation? Biff? But what for? He had never done anything to make an enemy out of Biff. Biff was the one who had done something to incur his wrath rather than him, wasn't he?

And what had he done to deserve this anyway?

Because he knocked Vanessa up?

Was that what the universe was telling him?

Finn frantically ran a hand through his hair, which had already been messier than usual while waiting that an officer would bring his stuff (his watch, wallet, apartment key, and cell phone) in a plastic bag and the other confiscated possessions (his cameras included) in a file box from the pound. His clothes, which had been supposed to impress the girl of his dream, were completely wrinkled.

After a long walk to his apartment, he let out a deep frustrated sigh (again) as he stepped into it. It was not like the FBI guys had totally messed up the entire apartment when their domiciliary search, but apparently they hadn't learned in their childhood how to put everything away. Finn carefully placed the file box by the door and started to tidy up the apartment despite his exhaustion.

Having finished, he plumped down on the couch and lay down on the back, his arm over his face. Then he finally pulled out his cell phone from one of the pockets of his sport jacket to check missed calls.

Rachel had called him, Of course. On the day they were supposed to go out on a date, and the next day too.

He squeezed his eyes shut, battling against the feelings to call her and tell her everything about what had happened to him for these three days. But he hadn't figured everything out yet. Especially about a baby. He knew, the more days he didn't call her passes, the more difficult it got for him to actually do. But he didn't know how to tell her. Rachel didn't deserve this.

Or he might not have deserved her to begin with? Maybe she would be better off without knowing this, and without him?

Trying his hardest to suppress his urge to hear her beautiful voice, he pressed the number of his ex-girlfriend instead, to get Vanessa's phone number.

The next day, to figure everything out, Finn flew to Columbus.

Once he settled himself on the couch in Vanessa's household, he asked in a straightforward manner. "Quinn told me that you're pregnant. Is," he swallowed thickly, "it true that is mine?"

Vanessa, who looked like skinnier and paler than before (if he remembered correctly), cast down her eyes at her hands on her laps and just nodded.

"How far along are you?" Finn continued asking.

"About ten weeks now." Vanessa confessed in a low voice.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He didn't mean to be harsh, but couldn't help but sound a little bit annoyed.

"You said that was a mistake." Vanessa finally looked up at Finn. Her eyes started watering. "It looked like you didn't ever want to see me again."

Finn sighed, running a hand through his hair. Sure, at that time, he had not thought that he'd wanted to see her again. He was not going to lie. Nevertheless, he had the right to know her pregnancy. "Yeah, but I'm a half responsibility. You should've told me as soon as you found it out."

"I don't have your number." Vanessa pointed out in a sharp voice.

"Right." His loud sigh met an eternal silence. Finn cleared his throat after a while. "Uh, are you," he hesitated, "are you going–"

"–to keep this baby, yeah." Vanessa interrupted before Finn could finish. "I'm still unemployed, but I'm not gonna give him up." She said firmly. "I'm going to find a job to provide him."

Finn rubbed his face, thinking back and forth. He didn't think that he ever would come to have romantic feelings for Vanessa, but he would be lying if he said that he didn't feel anything towards a tiny creature growing inside her stomach, even though he was still freaking out internally. Yet, He had grown up without a father figure—his father died in action when he was a baby. He knew the feelings of growing up without a father, without a man to look up to. He had Burt now, but that was totally a different story.

"I'll support your decision." Finn finally opened his mouth. "And I'll help. Financially too. I'll do the best I can, for the baby."

"But you're living in New York, right? How can you handle this?" Vanessa nervously wrung her hands on her laps, examining Finn's facial expression.

"Um," Finn rubbed his forehead, telling himself this was a right thing to do, before deciding with a sigh, "I'm going to ask my old boss to get me hired."

He saw Vanessa nodding in relieved.

Fortunately, his old boss generously guaranteed hiring him again, since most of his workers had made a lot of careless mistakes, adding to say that he was the best thing that had ever happened to the photo studio.

Okay, now the job in Columbus and the baby thing were settled. Sort of. But there was one more thing remaining that he had to figure out. So, he called his ex-girlfriend.

About twenty minutes later, Quinn walked into a café and joined sitting at the table where Finn had been waiting. "I'm sorry I'm late."

"It's alright." Finn shifted on the chair. "Uh, what happened to Biff afterwards?" He looked at her through his eyelashes, sipping his coffee.

Quinn took a deep breath. "I think he'll be released in a couple of days." She answered as she ordered her tea.

"So, he was mistakenly arrested too?" Finn cautiously asked.

Quinn shook her head with a sad expression on her face. "His father is going to bail him out. But Biff will be prosecuted, along with his boss."

"Oh." Was all Finn could say. He looked down at the table, idly playing with the hem of his cup before finally opening his mouth again. "Do you have any idea why my signature was on the documents? Who set me up?"

"I don't believe Biff did such a thing." Quinn said after the waiter left. She blew her tea and carefully sipped it before continuing. "When Biff is discharged, I'm going to ask."

Finn just nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "Um, are you alright? I mean, you and your baby…"

Quinn massaged her temple with a forefinger. "I don't want to think about it right now. But yeah, I'm okay. Thank you for asking." She gave him a tight smile. "And are you? I mean, did you talk to Vanessa?"

"Yeah," Finn cast down at his hands gripping his cup, "Decided that I'll move back to Columbus, you know, for the baby." He let out a sigh.

Quinn raised her eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yeah." Finn nodded. "Do I have any other choice? I don't think so." He shook his head in defeat. "Uh, speaking of Vanessa, you and her are still friends, right? Best friends?"

"No longer meeting up so often after graduation, but yeah." Quinn frowned. "Why?"

"Nothing, just–" Finn decided not to tell what Vanessa had called Quinn a bitch when they had hooked up. "I didn't mean to sleep with one of your friends. I'm sorry, Q. I was completely drunk that night and–"

"Finn," Quinn put her hand on his, trying to stop him to ramble, "it's fine. I'm the one to apologize." She assured.

Finn nodded, but kept staring at his cup.

He felt a tight knot in his chest when thinking about Rachel. He never did (and would) get her out of his head. But he never had courage to call her back, despite the fact that he had no idea how many times he almost pressed her number—he ended up just staring at her name on the screen of his phone. She already hated him, he was telling himself. He just hoped that her beautiful smile would never leave from her face (even though he was sure that he had made her upset, really upset). Someday, he could have a chance to ask for her forgiveness. He wouldn't care if she didn't forgive him. He deserved it.

Now every day was dull. After moving back to Columbus. Waking up, going to work, checking up on Vanessa, going home, and going to bed. Same shit, different day. Today was not different.

"Mr. Hudson."

Finn groaned as he heard the voice which he was sure was Howard Bomboo's. Preparing for cleaning up his coworker's (another) mess, he turned around to face Howard, who was shifting his feet timidly. "What?"

"The hospital called for you. Your girl's been taken to the hospital."

"She's not–, never mind." Finn shook his head as he took his apron off of him before getting out of the back room, shouting to Howard over his shoulder. "Tell the boss that I'll take a half day off!" With that, he rushed into the street.

Once he arrived at the hospital, a nurse at the reception informed him of Vanessa being in an operating room, but didn't tell the details because he was not her family even though he was the baby's father. So, he decided to sit on a bench while waiting.

Vanessa was twelve weeks pregnant, which meant that apparently she was not in labor. Then what had happened to her? More importantly (to be honest), to his baby?

He restlessly pounded his foot on the floor, his hand running through his hair.

Vanessa had had a miscarriage. Which caused her to get depressed. And Finn also got depressed, feeling sorry for her. And thinking about the baby overwhelmed him.

When he made his way over towards the room where Vanessa was lying on the bed with a heavy gait, he heard some people yelling loudly coming from her room.

"You did blow the whistle, didn't you?"

"Don't touch me! I'm so done with you. Go fuck yourself!"

Dumbfounded, Finn widened his eyes as he rushed into the room. "W-what are you doing here?"

A guy in an expensive suit whirled around to see Finn before frowning. "What are you doing here?"

Finn also frowned. "Uh, visiting Vanessa?"

Biff turned his face to the woman in bed. "Are you guys," he looked at Finn again, "dating?"

"No!" Finn immediately denied. "She's, she was pregnant," he shifted nervously in the doorway, "with my child."

"Huh?" Biff faced Vanessa. "You said that was mine." He said to her in an accusing tone. "Did you lie to me? If so, how could I believe that you've said before? Those were a lie too?"

Vanessa was on the verge of tears, biting her bottom lip, averting her eyes away from Biff, her arm crossing in front of her chest. She felt Biff's hand on her shoulder. "I said, don't touch me!" She shrugged it off.

Finn, who had been trying to figure out what they were talking about, stepped inside the room. "Stop, stop!" He frantically waved his arms in the air. "What are you guys talking about?"

Then Finn remembered. Vanessa told him that Quinn had stolen her man, twice.

"You meant that was Biff?" It was like Finn told himself more than asked. "You set me up, didn't you?" Finn said quietly, feeling some kind of wrath growing in his stomach. "And the baby was not mine." He managed to deliver words from his mouth, breathing heavily.

"I-I didn't mean to get you involved in at first, b-but," Vanessa sniffled.

"Why? Why did you do to me?" Finn attempted to suppress his anger. "Why?" He repeated, burying his face in his hands, before looking up at Vanessa. "I did nothing!" He raised his voice.

"Exactly." Vanessa started in a low voice, but suddenly snapped out loud. "Yeah, you did nothing! Or you rather encouraged this bastard to fool around with girls! Did you remember when I was still in his bed in the dorm, you said to him, 'ooh, who's the victim this time?' with laughter, with laughter!" She repeated her last words. "On top of that, you just handed your girlfriend a free pass to cheat with this shit! Twice!"

"Vanessa–"

Biff tried to cut in, but Vanessa yelled at him. "Shut up, shut up! Y-you, forced me to have an abortion, no, not once, twice! But never have kept your words. Ever."

The three of them turned their heads towards the doorway as they heard a loud gasp.

"W-what did you just say?" Quinn stammered, but immediately pulled herself together. "Biff, Vanessa, please explain from the beginning."

After having left the hospital room with kicking a chair—hard, Finn almost punched a wall or something to find an outlet for all his anger. But the image, that Rachel would stop him from doing it, narrowly held him back.

Vanessa had been a kind of one of Biff's mistresses, maybe the longest. Over the course of submissively being his mistress, as she had mentioned, she had been forced to have abortions two times, believing his words, like he would make it up to her in the future. Biff, however, never kept his words.

When Vanessa came to know Biff and his boss had pocketed the company's money, she started planning to serve him out. At that time, she didn't mean to get Finn involved in. However, once she did learn that Biff started sleeping with Quinn again, she directed her ire towards Quinn too. Having happened to meet Finn at the bar was, like, a bonus for her, to mess things up—Vanessa thought that ruining the lives of the guys Quinn had loved and been loved seemed a good idea to hurt the blonde.

Vanessa and Finn hadn't slept together that night. Instead, while Finn completely passed out on her bed, she cooked up the documents which she had temporarily carried out from Biff's apartment, and traced Finn's signature by a receipt which Finn kept in his wallet. Then she peeled his clothes off of him, to look like as if they had slept together. You could tell that she had completely lost her mind at this point.

Being pregnant with Biff's child (again) was unexpected. But once she got to know about Quinn's pregnancy, not with Finn's, but with Biff's, and that Biff didn't force the blonde to have an abortion, unlike he had done her, to say she got jealous was an understatement. She attempted to get the blonde jealous when she said she was pregnant with Finn's child, but Quinn Fabray was still Quinn Fabray—the blonde bit the bullet. Vanessa needed a new plan. She needed to take it up a notch (especially after Finn had been discharged).

What she hadn't expected to be coming was a miscarriage.

Lying on the back on the couch in his apartment, staring blankly at the ceiling, Finn remembered Vanessa's screeching voice.

"What did I do to deserve this?"

A tiny part of him couldn't help but feel sorry for her, even though he believed that she shouldn't have gotten him involved in. Biff was the one to be blamed.

As for his ex-girlfriend, who seemed to have no idea that Vanessa had had feelings for Biff, or hooked up with Biff occasionally (or, maybe she had been suspicious that Biff'd had some girls in his arms other than her), Finn didn't know what to say, or what to think, honestly. But she was a strong woman, literally (she repeatedly hit Biff hard with her purse and pinched his nose, saying 'I'm done with you!'), so maybe she would be fine without Biff, he hoped, even if it meant that her baby had to grow up without a father—thinking about it made Finn feel a tight knot in his chest though.

And now his mind turned to himself.

While he thought that he did nothing wrong, he couldn't shake Vanessa's outburst off of his mind. Somehow, he felt ashamed of himself. And now he was stuck in Columbus. Again.

Deep down, he wanted to tell Rachel everything. He, however, admitted that he felt nothing mattered to him anymore, to be honest.

Too exhausted mentally and emotionally, he just wanted to crawl into the underneath of his bed, forever.

A/N: Poor Finn. :( So, this chapter was the flashback part 1. Finn will sort things out in the next chapter.

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