"And the Tony goes to…" "… Rachel Berry in Jane Austen Sings!

Rachel can't believe it. Was it right, what she just heard? It must have been, everybody is rising and they are looking at her. She instinctively rises too, and look at her amazing husband for verification. His answer is unambiguous, with a quick hug and gave her his arm for support towards the isle. She walks down in all her pride, beautiful and glowing as she is, with her huge 9 months pregnant tummy. She walks steady up to the stages and accepts the award with a graceful hug, before placing herself in the front of the microphone.

"Thank you. Oh, my gosh, I-uh. I-I want to thank my amazing husband and director, Jessie. And I want to thank my two dads for all those singing and dancing lessons. Okay, I want to thank Carmen Tibideaux at NYADA for giving me a second chance at my degree, and to all of my friends at McKinley High. Um, but I want to dedicate this award to the person who's responsible for getting me on this stage tonight, and that is Mr. Will Schuester. Um, Mr. Shue always taught to my strengths and not to my weaknesses, and he cheered the loudest when I soared. And he picked me up when I was in a million pieces. He taught me the one great thing that all teachers do, and there are so many of them out there. And that is, being a part of something special does not make you special. Something is special because you are a part of it. Mr. Shue, I love you so much. And to all of the boys and girls out there…" Jessie thinks Rachel is starting to drag her speech out, but Rachel wants to say this last thing.

"… I just want to say quickly before I walk off the stage that dreams really do come true, so, thank you."

She took a bow to her standing ovation. This was what she had worked so hard for. Her husband welcomed her with open arms and gave her a kiss so passionate many would say I wasn't appropriate for the occasion.

The rest of the evening and party flew by, and pretty soon without Mr. and Mrs. St. James. As the due date was three days away, Rachel was out of energy and was willing to spare as much as she could for the birth of the child she was carrying. But as they returned to their two-story penthouse they had bought after their big success, she was surprised to see all her friends still there. They had prepared themselves with champagne, without alcohol of course, and a huge cake with her name on. She hadn't more than entered the door before her friends rushed towards her with their congratulations.

When the applause had settled down it was time to cut some cake. Rachel reached for the cake spade intending to cut the first piece of cake, but slipped the spade for it to hit the floor. Rachel tried to reach for it once more, but that was all it took. Suddenly there was a pond around her and her dress was soaking wet. She looked around to find her husbands' worried eyes approaching. She was in shock; the only thing she managed to say was "I think it's time!"