This is my first proper fanfiction fanfic. It's set in 1941 during the 2nd World War. I may delete Accidentally in Love because it's not really in the right format. Please R+R. Thank you! :D

To my dearest Finn,

There is not a day that goes by without me thinking about you. You are always my first thought when I wake up and my last thought before I go to sleep. Ordinarily my thoughts related to you revolve around 3 words; Is he safe? Although I do sometimes have flashbacks to when we were united, including when we met, when we started courting, our wedding, when Anne was born, when Josh was born, I could go on. I'm sure you have more important duties to do rather than read this letter.

The children miss you dearly. They do not know of your whereabouts, I could not bring myself to tell them the truth. All they are aware of is that you have gone away for a while, but they know not where.

Josh just had his 7th birthday. All his friends were round, and Quinn and Kurt came too. I know not why Kurt is excluded from the fighting but he is. He is lucky. He is able to stay with his his spouse unlike you.

I have employed two maids since you left. Their names are Brittany and Santana, and they seem very close. It pleases me to know that my employees get along with each other, that keeps things peaceful in the house. I am hoping that you are getting along with your fellow troupes, otherwise there is no way we can possibly win this war.

Words cannot express how proud of you I am. To volunteer yourself to defend the country in spite of you knowing the risks. Having said that, I do wish you'd stayed, but simply for my own pure greed. I know that the country needs you, and I'll be supporting you 100%.

Please reply to this letter so I can know that you are well.

Your Rachel

Two months. It had been two months since he was torn away from her. The love of her life, the one man that would listen to her rants about equal rights of the races (unfortunately, she was a minority with this belief) had packed his bags and left to fight to defend the people of the USA, exactly two months ago. Life for her wasn't easy without him, taking care of two young children single handedly while a war was going on, but she was more than 90% sure that it was a lot harder for him than it was for her. She missed him dearly. She wondered if he thought about her, or if he'd already been killed, (which she prayed to God wasn't the case), if his last thought had been about her. For some reason, she doubted it. She felt that he must have much more important things on his mind than his weeping wife at home. Sighing and wiping the single tear that fell from her eye, she sealed the letter in an envelope, and went out to post the letter.

"Santana!" She yelled. As if on cue, her servant appeared in front of her.

"Yes M'am?" Rachel rolled her eyes.

"I have told you countless times, don't call me that! Mrs Hudson, or even Rachel, is fine. Anyway, I am off out to post a letter. Keep an eye on Josh and Anne to make sure they don't yell at each other. I'll be back soon."

"Yes M'a-Mrs Hudson." And with that, Santana went upstairs to keep an eye on Rachel's children, and Rachel left the house.

"Good afternoon Mrs Hudson" Mrs Schuester greeted her as she walked into the post office. "What can I do for you?"

"I need this letter posted. How much will it be?" After finding out the cost of the letter, she kissed it whilst tears were falling down her face, and began to make her way back home. Despite how broken she was inside, she still had two children, and had to remain strong for them.

"If you please Mrs Hudson, Mrs Hummel has come to see you." Excellent. Rachel had been dying to see Quinn for a long time, but alas, she has been busy with her new teaching job at William McKinley school. Now was Rachel's opportunity to fill her in on what's happened over the last few days (which wasn't a lot).

"He what?" Rachel exclaimed after Quinn had confessed some unfortunate news.

"It is true, my dear." Quinn replied.

"But no man has ever refused intercourse with a woman, much less with his wife!"

"Perhaps he's ill, although he refused to tell me anything." Quinn rationalised.

"I suppose that's the only reasonable explantion Quinn. At least your husband's with you" Rachel added that last bit at the end, regretting it after she'd said it. She didn't want to make Quinn feel guilty.

"He's still out there. And he's fighting for you I can guarrentee it." Rachel looked over at Quinn, and hoped with all her heart that this was true.