Manda's Note: So i love how this suddenly evolved into its own storyline in my head. Hey Guys! who wants to hunt me down and ring my neck for not updating anything in 49583349853984 years? Well I don't blame you I guess I sorta deserve it. Alright, so I really deserve it. Just take mercy on me here! I've got something for you now! Something that I think I kinda love. The title is a Keith Urban song . apparently i'm listening to country music now. But I won't get into that here. So anyways, I'm going to blame this on Liv, because she brought up fanfiction and once again lit my addiction. Not that I'm complaining course. anyways! I hope you enjoy this. It's intense and it's probably going to stay pretty intense for a while. I'm sorry for the deaths but they were kind of needed. Anyways! Remember you love me and drop me a review!

He'd watched them that morning. His dark eyes attached to the site in front of him. Watching her dressed in the probably a little inappropriate for a funeral little black dress with the twelve month old who seemed to almost have no care in the world in her lap. She sat there with her favorite pink stuffed bunny chewing away at the star that was attached to the end of it. There were so many worries and so many tears around her yet it seemed like the most important thing to her was attempting to chew a hole through the fluff. If only everything around the little girl could be that simple. If only life were actually that simple. In the past twenty-seven years Noah Puckerman had learned that simple fact easy. Nothing ever went the way you planned it to go. Sadly, for the toddler sitting inside of the all too starry nursery that was a fact that she'd always know.

"Twinkle, twinkle little star…"

The sound of her singing voice was a lot more jazzy and throaty than the voice that had probably sung those very same lyrics to the little child over and over again in the past twelve months. But her voice had stayed calm and cool all the way through the lyrics as she'd tied the black bows into straight chestnut hair. She'd even kissed the top of the child's head and straightened out the black cotton dress over the little black tight covered knees. Even then the child never made a sound or a peep. She simply continued to munch away on the toy in her chubby hands.
Breaking the bittersweet moment wasn't something high on his list of things to do yet he didn't really have much other choice in the matter. People were asking for the pair of females who'd 'gone up for a break' a break that had been nearly an hour ago. It was time to drive out to the cemetery. It was time to say final goodbyes and lay down the bright yellow roses.

"Hey Tink…"

Her old nickname caught her ears and she looked at him almost right away. It was something she hadn't heard in years. Something that had seemed to be buried in the past along with other things. The nickname was the thing to make her crack. He saw it right away, the tears pool in her deep brown eyes. For two people who hadn't been in this close of a proximity in years all of the pain and the hurt once again felt like it was right there on the surface. Like what had happened to them in the past still had wounds that showed. Who was he kidding? The pain from the past wouldn't ever subside. This here, what was going on today, this brought it all out to the surface. Like a scab that had been picked to once again revile the flesh wound underneath.

"We have to go ok? Everyone's downstairs waiting."

With eyes still connected to hears he watched her tighten one of her arms around the toddler as she lifted the tissue in her other hand to her eyes to clear the drip before they could run and ruin her perfected makeup. He knew the pain she was feeling, the same pain that coursed through both of their insides day in and day out for the past six years. This was more than just the events that would follow when she finally walked down the stairs. This was even more loss on top of everything that they'd suffered, more loss on top of everything that she'd suffered throughout her life. For a moment he wished for nothing more than to be able to take that all away. To make her forget everything that had gone on in the past. But the events of the past were their memories. They were the things that would forever haunt their day to day life, the things that had pulled them so far apart in the first place.

"Yea I …um …I'm ready. "

Giving her the best nod of understanding that he could manage he finally lost connection with her eyes as he entered the room and put his arms out for the child who went willingly to him without hesitation. The child might not have had any feelings to it but the two adults involved nearly broke at the simple exchange. The act of putting a child from one of them to the other was enough to make emotions tip toe to the edge. Before he could catch up with his brain she'd clasped a hand over her mouth and rushed straight out of the nursery trying to avoid a breakdown in front of him. He didn't need to follow her to know that as the bathroom door slammed she'd lose it on the cool tiled floor, her body sinking into a curled up ball, her sobs heartbreaking and endless. All of the pain that she'd tried to hide so well through the ears expressing its self in a fury to get out before she locked back up. Every shard of self control scattering like broken pieces of a puzzle around her, the way she needed to break.

The only thing that kept him from losing it right then and there was the cooing coming from his arms, the way the child there, completely oblivious to what had just happened, talked to her toy as if it were going to talk right back to her. He locked his feelings in then. Stiffened his bottom lip and looked at the toddler. She was looking back at him then with dark eyes that he'd once thought obnoxious and loud. They were her eyes, they were her mother's eyes. Rachel Berry had passed on her dark orbs to her daughter and Finn Hudson had passed on his easy confusion and total obliviousness. Wendela Rose Hudson was the perfect mix of both of her parents. Two parents that wouldn't ever see their daughter grow up, wouldn't ever get to see everything that she'd accomplish.

"We're going to be okay Wendy"

Puck's soothing voice murmured quietly as he rocked a little back and forth on his feet watching her with the stuffed bunny. How twisted was it that her parents wouldn't ever see another moment of her life. …They'd never see another moment of her life just like he and Santana wouldn't ever see another moment of their daughter's life.