Final chapter…


Chapter 7

Rachel stared down at the William McKinley High School yearbook, which was opened to the Glee Club's page. She still wasn't sure why Coach Sylvester ever relented and let them have a page, but there they all were. They all looked so happy in the picture, though she knew many of them didn't want to be in it to begin with. It had only been a year since the picture was taken—not even a year, really—but everyone looked so much younger to her. She didn't know if it was because they were all still so optimistic about their chances of winning Regionals or if they really had just changed that much in the past year.

As she looked at each and every face, she couldn't help thinking everything they'd been through together. They didn't always get along, but they were a family. A very dysfunctional family, but a family, nevertheless. She didn't know if the rest of them felt the same way, but something told her they did. Even Santana had once admitted to Glee being her favorite thing about school.

She had spent the past week trying to figure out which guy was her true love, but now that she knew it was one of the girls, it changed everything. She'd always known she had been attracted to both sexes, but she had never acted on those impulses before. With her two fathers and being Jewish, she had always been different by Lima standards, and she didn't want to give the student body even more ammunition against her. Plus, it had never really come up. If anyone had asked her if she was bisexual, she wouldn't have lied, but it wasn't something anyone had ever asked her.

Now, though, that was all going to change. She wasn't necessarily scared, but she did wonder how certain people were going to react. Especially Finn, who had been her only serious relationship. She knew he probably wouldn't understand, which was one of the reasons she didn't tell him while they were dating. She just hoped everyone else would be understanding and not make such a big deal about it. She also hoped Kurt wouldn't be upset with her for not telling him.

Her phone buzzed next to her once again and she looked at it with a sigh. Kurt had been texting her since the previous evening, but other than a message letting him know she'd talk to him later, she hadn't replied. Even though she'd promised to tell him everything, after going to the fortune teller, she had gone directly home. She wasn't trying to shut him out, but she needed to get her own thoughts together before answering a million questions from her friend.

And every thought she had went back to the picture in front of her. She'd been staring at it for hours as she wondered what she was going to do now. She had no idea where to even start. Other than her, there were five girls in Glee Club, and every one of them seemed just as unlikely as the next.

The only two who could even seem to stand her were both straight, or at least they were as far as she knew. Mercedes was single, but she had never given any indication that she was attracted to girls, so Rachel really didn't think it could be her. Rachel sometimes wondered about Tina, but even if she wasn't straight, she was in a relationship with Mike, and Rachel wasn't going to mess with their relationship. They were obviously happy together and she didn't want to ruin that.

Then there were the three who seemed as if Rachel's mere presence was an affront to them. She was fairly certain Brittany and Santana were not straight, but she was also pretty sure there was something going on between them, Even if she wanted to attempt to come between them, she feared Santana far too much to try. Then there was Quinn, who was probably the most civil to her out of the three—Brittany wasn't necessarily mean to her, but she couldn't really remember them ever talking— however, Rachel highly doubted she was harboring some secret crush on her.

What Rachel kept coming back to was something the fortune teller said. She had told her that it was someone who'd cared about her for a while. Honestly, though, Rachel couldn't imagine who it could possibly be. She may consider the Glee Club members her family, but she was certainly the black sheep of that family. Other than Kurt, no one seemed to show much concern for her, and even he was a little iffy sometimes.

If she could just figure out who had returned her phone, she would be able to figure out who her true love was. Of course, if the past week had taught her anything it was that things were often easier said than done. If she asked each of the girls if they'd returned her phone, would they even tell her the truth? The fortune teller said they didn't know how to show they cared, which made Rachel wonder if they would just lie if she asked. She figured it was probably worth a try, though; at any rate, it couldn't hurt anything. If they all said no, she would just be where she already was.

Her phone buzzed again, and she didn't have to look to know it was Kurt. His texts were coming more and more often, and he was obviously curious what the fortune teller had said to her. With a light sigh, she closed the yearbook and hopped off her bed to put the book back in its correct place. She then walked over to her closet to pick out something to wear, figuring it was finally time to put Kurt out of his misery and maybe get his perspective on things.


Rachel could smell food coming from the kitchen as soon as she rounded the corner to the stairs. Her stomach gave a grumble at the delicious smell, so she quickly descended the stairs, heading for the kitchen. She'd intended on going straight to Kurt's, but she hadn't eaten yet, and she really didn't like starting her day on an empty stomach.

When she walked into the kitchen, her Daddy was manning the stove while her other father was sitting at the island with a magazine in his hands. Leroy looked over his shoulder as she entered and said, "I hope you're in the mood for pancakes."

"It's after eleven," Rachel stated.

"Brunch," Leroy said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"There's fruit salad already in the refrigerator if you want it," Hiram said, nodding his head to it.

"Is there cantaloupe?" Rachel asked.

"Of course," Hiram replied. "What kind of father do you think I am?"

"The best," Rachel replied, giving him a smile.

"I'm the one slaving away over here," Leroy said, waving his spatula around. "He just peeled things."

"And cut them," Hiram added.

Rachel laughed lightly at her fathers as she walked over to the fridge. She opened the door and grabbed the large bowl from the shelf, carrying it over to the island to set it down. She then grabbed some plates from the cabinet and silverware from the drawer, setting them in front of the three stools. They always ate dinner at the table, but it had seemed to become a tradition to eat breakfast and lunch—and any meal between the two—at the kitchen island. She wasn't even sure how it started, but it was probably because they were often too impatient to make it to the dining room.

"This looks good," Hiram said, holding up the magazine for Leroy to see.

"You're hungry; everything looks good to you," Leroy remarked.

Hiram shrugged as he flipped the page. "This doesn't."

"What are you looking at?" Rachel asked, standing on her tippy toes to try to get a better look.

"A new cooking magazine," Hiram answered, showing her the front.

"So, what had you up so late?" Leroy asked from behind her.

"Oh—I was busy with schoolwork," Rachel replied.

It wasn't a complete lie; she had done some of her reading, but she'd also spent a significant portion of her time staring at her yearbook. Unfortunately, she hadn't gotten nearly as much done as she'd hoped, but she still had the rest of the day and Sunday to complete everything. If she could focus, which had been an issue the night before.

"How's school going?" Leroy asked.

"Fine," Rachel said with a shrug.

"So you didn't get a slushy thrown at you yesterday?" Hiram asked.

"We saw your clothes in the dryer," Leroy added.

"I did, but so far it's not as bad as last year," Rachel replied. "And at least I have some friends this year. Mercedes and Tina were nice enough to help me yesterday, so I was able to get cleaned up quicker than usual, and I didn't have to make the embarrassing trip to my locker for a change of clothes. I'm not saying we're best friends, but I certainly think it's a step forward."

"Who did it this time?" Leroy asked.

"One of the Cheerios," Rachel answered.

"Was it that Satan girl?" Hiram asked

"Santana," Leroy corrected

"I think Satan is more fitting," Hiram replied.

"I have to agree with Dad," Rachel said as she took a seat next to him. "And, yes, it was Santana. I accidentally ran into her earlier in the day and she seemed to think that it deserved retaliation."

"Maybe Satan is more fitting," Leroy mumbled.

"It's unfortunate that it happened, but I do believe things are getting better," Rachel said. "Maybe not with everyone, but overall, I think things are improving."

"Speaking of school, how is the search for true love going?" Hiram asked. "I don't think you've said anything about it for a few days."

Rachel sighed. "It's—I'm still searching."

She usually confided in her fathers about everything, but that would be a much bigger conversation than she wanted to have right now. She knew they would want to talk about everything, which she wasn't prepared to do. She wasn't afraid they would be upset or anything considering, but the thought was still a little nerve-wracking, nevertheless.

"Well?" Leroy said. "Aren't you going to tell us about it?"

"There really isn't a lot to say," Rachel said, shrugging her shoulders as she began putting some of the fruit salad onto her plate. "I tried speaking with all the guys numerous times, but most of them won't even talk to me anymore. I think they're all suspicious of me at this point."

"Even the new kid?" Hiram asked.

"Sam, and he's the exception," Rachel replied.

"So, do you think it's him?" Leroy asked.

Rachel shook her head. "Sam's nice and admittedly cute, but there's no spark between us." Rachel shrugged. "I think he could make a great friend, but I'm simply not attracted to him."

"Do you have any inkling who it could be?" Hiram asked.

"I'm not sure," Rachel replied.

"I know you want to believe it, Honey, but maybe it's time to start thinking of the possibility that the woman doesn't have a gift," Leroy said. "Maybe she takes people's money and tells them what she thinks they want to hear."

Rachel shook her head again. "I'm not ready to give up quite yet."

"Don't be such a sourpuss," Hiram chastised.

"I just don't want our daughter spending all her time on something only to be disappointed in the end," Leroy said, looking at Hiram, and then looking at Rachel. "I hate seeing you get your hopes up and then things don't happen like you want them to."

"I'll be fine, Daddy," Rachel replied, spearing a piece of cantaloupe with her fork. "You don't have to worry about me."

"It's my job as a father to worry about you," Leroy stated, giving her a smile.


Rachel knocked on Kurt's bedroom door and waited for him to answer. She'd hoped he would be the one to answer the front door, but it had been Carole who let her in. Things had gotten a little awkward when she began talking about how she missed seeing Rachel and Finn together, but the brunette quickly made her getaway when Burt called from the other room, asking who it was.

Thankfully, Kurt didn't keep her waiting long. He opened the door after a a few moments, putting his hands on his hips when he saw that it was Rachel. She knew he was probably going to be slightly upset at being ignored all evening and morning, but she figured he would get over when she told him why. If there was anything to make Kurt forget that he was angry over something, it was a juicy piece of gossip, and she imagined this would qualify.

"Oh, you're alive," Kurt said. "I was beginning to wonder."

"I'm sorry, but I've been a little preoccupied," Rachel replied. "May I come in?"

"That depends," Kurt said.

"On what?" Rachel asked.

"Are you here to tell me what happened yesterday?" Kurt replied.

"Why else would I be here?" Rachel asked.

Kurt shrugged. "To apologize for saying you would call and then ignoring me."

"I think you'll forgive me once I explain," Rachel replied.

"Fine," Kurt said. "You may come in."

Rachel walked into his bedroom and Kurt closed the door behind them as she began descending the stairs. She stopped in the middle of his room and turned to watch him as he sat at his vanity and crossed his legs, giving her his full attention.

"Well?" he asked.

Rachel took a deep breath and then said, "I saw the fortune teller again yesterday."

"I know that part," Kurt replied.

"Will you let me tell the story?" Rachel asked with a huff.

"Sorry," Kurt said with a wave. "Please continue."

"I saw the fortune teller again yesterday," Rachel repeated. "The reason I didn't call yesterday is because I needed to think about what she told me before I told anyone else." Rachel took another deep breath. "Okay, I don't want you to be upset with me for not telling you this before, but if anyone should know how hard it is, it should be you."

"Rachel, what are you talking about?" Kurt asked.

"I'm not only interested in guys," Rachel carefully said. "I've also been known to be attracted to females."

"Excuse me?" Kurt asked.

"I'm not overly fond of labels, but if I had to put one on my sexuality, I would say I am bisexual," Rachel stated. "Yesterday the fortune teller told me my true love is one of the girls in Glee Club, not one of the guys. I believe you can understand why I needed some time before talking to you." She stared at Kurt for a few seconds. "Please say something; you're making me nervous."

"Rachel!" Kurt said, throwing his hands up as he stood. "Why didn't you say something before?"

"It's not easy," Rachel replied. "You, of all people, should know that. We live in Ohio, and I already have two fathers and I'm Jewish. I simply didn't see a point in telling people unless it was relevant. And now it seems as if it is very relevant."

"I—" Kurt shook his head.

"I know it's probably rather shocking given how hung up I always was on Finn, and I understand that you may feel a little hurt right now, but I really need a friend at the moment," Rachel said.

Kurt sighed before nodding. "Okay, putting my shock aside, I do have one question. Why were you only looking at the guys if you're bisexual?"

"I just—I always assumed I would end up with a guy," Rachel replied. "Girls have never been very fond of me, after all. I don't even really have any female friends, so why would any of them ever want to be in a relationship with me? I just can't imagine who it could possibly be."

"Maybe you should focus on yourself instead of everyone else," Kurt said. "Who do you want it to be."

Rachel ducked her head. "I don't think that matters very much; I can assure you it is not her."

"What makes you think it's not her?" Kurt asked.

Rachel shook her head and said, "She's—she's just not—" Rachel sighed. "She isn't exactly my biggest fan. In fact, she's—"

"Oh my god," Kurt interrupted her, his eyes widening momentarily before his surprise morphed into looking like Christmas had come early. "You like Quinn, don't you?!"

Rachel could feel her cheeks reddening. "I may have had a small crush on her in the past and wouldn't be opposed if I were to find out the fortune was about her."

Kurt's eyebrow rose. "Meaning you like Quinn. Well, I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. You've both had this weird fixation with each other since you met."

"I wouldn't say I've had a weird fixation with her, but I will admit she's aesthetically pleasing," Rachel said.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Only yo—"

"Wait," Rachel interrupted. "What do you mean we've both had a weird fixation with each other? I mean, I know Quinn has always targeted me, but I wouldn't exactly call that a fixation. She usually just insults me, which—okay, she hasn't really been doing that as much lately, but she doesn't exactly go out of her way to talk to me. Well, a few times this week, but she was just trying to get me to stay away from Noah." She furrowed her brows. "I assumed it was because she wanted to rekindle her relationship with him, but she was adamant that that wasn't the reason. And she was there when I lost my phone. The only three people in the choir room when I left were you, Tina, and her. Was she still there when you left that day?"

"I think so," Kurt replied.

"So she easily could have picked up my phone while you and I were talking in the hall, so it was gone when I went back," Rachel said, looking away. "And she could have put it in my seat on Monday and then left, not wanting me to know it was her who returned it."

"What does this have to do with anything?" Kurt asked.

"It has to do with everything," Rachel replied. "Kurt, I think Quinn may have returned my phone."


After she'd explained everything to Kurt, Rachel stopped by the Lima Bean on her way home, feeling as if she needed some caffeine to get through the rest of the day. Or at least if she wanted to be able to stay awake while reading her textbooks. She usually found them to be very dull, and combining that with not getting nearly as much sleep as usual and recent revelations, she knew she would never be able to focus.

She was standing in line, waiting to give her order when she heard her name called. She looked over her shoulder but didn't see anyone she recognized, and then looked to her left. It took her a moment, but then she saw Sam wave at her from one of the tables. She gave him a smile as she waved back before stepping forward to place her order.

Since it was Saturday, the Lima Bean was much busier than usual, and the line was moving very slowly. The man in front of her was obviously displeased with how long his order was taking, but Rachel wasn't really in a hurry. She knew she had reading to do for her classes, but she wasn't exactly looking forward to doing it. So, when she finally had her drink in her hand, rather than go out to her car, she walked over to Sam's table.

"Hello, Sam," she greeted. "Are you having a good weekend?"

Sam shrugged. "I guess. It beats being in school, anyway."

"May I sit?" Rachel asked.

"Oh, yeah!" Sam said, sitting up straighter.

"I was a little surprised to see you here," Rachel commented. "I didn't figure you were the type to sit in coffee shops on the weekend."

Sam gave her a lopsided smile. "I'm actually meeting Finn and Puck here."

Rachel's eyebrows furrowed. "Oh? May I inquire what about?"

"They wanted to talk about me maybe training for a different position on the team." Sam replied. "I told them I'd hear 'em out. I think Finn's just afraid I'm going to take his place on team, but if it means I'll get to play—" Sam shrugged.

"In that case, I should probably go," Rachel said.

"We can hang out until they come," Sam replied.

"I would like that, but Finn's been a little—"

"Jealous?" Sam finished for her.

"Something like that," Rachel replied.

"Yeah, he told me you all dated," Sam said. "He grilled me about us getting coffee last week. He wanted to know if it was a date, and I told him no, but—was it a date?"

"I would call it a coffee date, but I don't know if I would call it a date date," Rachel answered.

"That's perfect," Same replied. "I mean, you're cool, but—"

"There's no spark," Rachel supplied.

"Exactly!" Sam replied. "Friends?"

"I would like that," Rachel said with a nod just as she noticed Finn entering the building. "It looks like Finn is here. Do you mind if I speak to him for a moment?"

Sam shrugged and shook his head. "It's not like I have anything else to do today other than playing some video games."

"I'll you see you at school on Monday," Rachel said.

"Later," Sam replied with a little wave.

Rachel gave him a smile as she stood, and then turned, walking toward Finn. He stopped as soon as he saw her, furrowing his eyebrows slightly in that confused look he often got.

"Hey," he greeted. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought I would become caffeinated before tackling my homework," she said, holding up her coffee cup. "I saw Sam, so I went to say hello." She looked over her shoulder at Sam and then looked back at Finn. "I know you're here to talk to Sam, but do you have a moment?"

"Yeah," Finn replied, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I actually wanted to talk to you about something, anyway." He sighed as he stepped to the side, so they weren't in everyone's way. "Look, I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I shouldn't have sang that song the other day and put you on the spot like that. It wasn't cool."

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about," Rachel said. "I just want you to know that I didn't mean to hurt you last week. I know you still have feelings for me even if you did break up with me, but that doesn't mean I want to hurt you."

"I get it," Finn said, shaking his head. "You don't want to get back together."

"No, I don't" Rachel replied. "We had our chance, Finn. I think we both need to move on and find the people who are going to make us truly happy."

"It sucks that it's not each other," Finn said, glancing to the side. "So, are you gonna date Sam now?"

"No," Rachel answered. "Sam and I both think we would be much better off as friends. However, that doesn't mean I'm not going to date other people. Just not Sam."

"I can't promise I'll be happy about it, but I do want you to be happy," Finn said.

Rachel smiled at him. "Thank you, Finn."

"I can promise no more songs," Finn said, smiling back.

Rachel laughed lightly. "I appreciate that."

"I should get over there," Finn said. "Puck will be here any second."

Rachel nodded. "I'll see you at school."

"Yeah," Finn replied. "See you, Rach."

Rachel smiled to herself as she watched Finn walk over to Sam's table. Her week may not have been perfect, but at least she and Finn were now on good terms and she may have even acquired a new friend.


Rachel walked out of the Lima Bean and headed toward her car with every intention of heading home and finally beginning her reading for class. Just as she was about to reach her car, though, she glanced across the street. Quinn was walking out of the bookstore with a bag in her hand, causing Rachel to falter. She'd planned on talking to Quinn at school on Monday, not expecting to see her any sooner, but there she was.

Without even really thinking about it, she turned and started walking in Quinn's direction. She was completely unprepared to talk to her at the moment, but she knew she would regret it if she didn't go over. Really, though, she didn't know if she would ever be prepared to talk to her. Talking with Quinn was never easy, and now she had to try to confirm her belief that Quinn Fabray was the one the fortune teller was talking about. It still sounded crazy when she really thought about it, but at the same time, it didn't seem so crazy in some ways. She thought it would actually explain a lot of Quinn's behavior toward her and why she seemed to keep everyone at arm's length.

Rachel wondered if she was going to be able to catch Quinn before she got to her car, but the blonde slowed to a stop as she walked by a clothing store. Rachel quickly looked both ways before jogging across the road, trying not to spill her soy latte all over her hand. When she finally got to the other side of the road, she slowed her pace, not wanting to appear too crazed in case Quinn saw her approaching.

"Quinn, hello," Rachel said, trying to sound nonchalant.

The blonde glanced over her shoulder at Rachel and then looked back at the display in the window. Rachel didn't think she was going to say anything back, but after a few moments of silence she finally said, "Hey."

"Are you having a good weekend?" Rachel asked.

Quinn shrugged. "Not really."

"Well—it's only half over," Rachel said. "Maybe the rest will be better."

Quinn looked over at her again. "I doubt it."

"I see you got some new books," Rachel said, pointing to the bag in Quinn's hand. "You could spend the rest of the weekend reading them. I'm sure that would be fun."

"What are you doing?" Quinn asked.

"Making conversation," Rachel replied with a shrug.

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Why?"

"I don't know," Rachel lied. "I saw you over here and thought I would come over."

Quinn averted her eyes from Rachel's, but didn't turn away. Her face was completely unreadable and Rachel wished she could know what was going on in Quinn's mind. It wasn't the first time she'd wished such a thing, either, and she doubted it would be the last. Quinn was almost never an easy person to read—only when she thought no one was watching her—and it was even more difficult any time her defenses went up, which seemed to be almost every time they spoke.

"May I ask you something?" Rachel asked.

Quinn sighed. "What?"

"Why were you so adamant about me staying away from Noah?" Rachel asked.

"I already told you why," Quinn replied.

"I know, but why do you care if he ruins my life?" Rachel asked. "For someone who appears to dislike me so much, I wouldn't think you would care if my dreams come true. You've made it very clear in the past that we're not friends, so why do you care?"

"You ask too many questions," Quinn stated.

Rachel couldn't help but smile. "I've been told that on more than one occasion. My fathers have even threatened to duct tape my mouth shut. They were joking, of course, but I'm sure they were tempted to do it while I was growing up. Now, are you going to answer my question?"

She looked at Quinn, who bit her bottom lip. It was clear that the line of questioning was making the other girl uncomfortable, which was probably not the best thing to do. It meant she would probably become defensive and Rachel didn't want her to completely close up. Right now, she was actually talking to her rather than ignoring her and walking away, and she didn't want that to change just because she pushed her too much.

"Okay, you obviously don't want to answer, so you don't have to, but will you answer another question?" Rachel asked

"That depends," Quinn replied.

"Were you the one who returned my phone?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah," Quinn answered after hesitating for a moment.

Rachel smiled. "Really?"

Quinn rolled her eyes again. "I saw it on the floor, so I picked it up."

"Why didn't you tell me you had it when I asked if you'd seen it?" Rachel wondered.

"Maybe I didn't want to have some long conversation about how I found it, and I knew you'd thank me a million times," Quinn replied.

"That's a bit of an exaggeration," Rachel said. "But, yes, I would have thanked you."

"I didn't need you to thank me," Quinn said before turning.

"Wait!" Rachel called out.

"What?" Quinn asked.

"What are you doing right now?" Rachel asked.

"Why do you want to know?" Quinn asked back as she turned around and raised her eyebrow.

"I just—well, I haven't had lunch yet and I thought I would see if you'd like to join me," Rachel said.

Rachel's heart had been pounding ever since Quinn confirmed she was the one who returned her phone and it only seemed to speed up as she waited for the blonde's answer. She wasn't really that hungry, but she didn't want to risk scaring Quinn away. She normally would have opted for asking her to grab some coffee, but since she had a Lima Bean cup in her hand, she didn't think it would work in this case.

"Okay," Quinn finally answered.

"Really?" Rachel asked.

"Are you going to ask 'really' every time I answer you?" Quinn asked.

Rachel laughed lightly. "No. I just—" Rachel shook her head. "Forgive me; it's been a very strange week."

Quinn studied her for moment and then glanced away, asking, "So, where are we going?"

Rachel smiled to herself. Her week may not have turned out how she thought it would, but maybe this was better.


Thank you to everyone who has read and commented. I'm glad you all enjoyed this story. I was apprehensive about posting it and almost scrapped it halfway through writing it, but I'm happy I didn't.