It had been four years since Finn had dropped me off at the train station, one since we had received the news that he had died in combat. It had been hard for me to cope at first, but with the help of my old McKinley friends, I had gotten through it. Life was good for me; I had graduated from NYADA and recently joined to play Elphaba in Wicked on Broadway, my dream. Nothing was better than being on that stage every night. The feeling of the lights highlighting my face and the crowd cheering when I bowed was a feeling that I swore I would never get used to. New York City had treated me well, and there is nothing more that I wanted than to have the chance to thank Finn for pushing me toward it. As I hailed a taxi down, I reached into my purse and answered my phone, which was chiming. The phone read "Kurt", who was also in New York, but Albany, with Blaine. "Hello?" I answered as I climbed in the back of the cab. "Hiii, Blaine and I and of course Miss Cossette wanted to say hello." "Awww, hello everyone. Kurt, the fact that you named your child after a Broadway character: she will never forgive you." "Please, Rachel, Les Mis is a classic, we both know it." I told the driver the address of the Gershwin Theatre and continued my chat while looking out at the sights on the city. "So, how is Blaine? How's the marriage? I know that a kid can be hard on everybody." He sighed audibly before responding, "She's a month old, we're adjusting, but everything is good. How's Finny?" He said, a quick dip in his voice. I had Finn Jr. the year after I arrived in New York, which was difficult for me, nineteen, a college student, without the father available in our lives, but I did it. "He's good, dropped him off at your mom's this morning." Carol had moved from Lima to be closer to Finn, the only piece of him we had left. "Well, I'm sure she's eating that up." As I paid the driver I told Kurt I would call him back, as I had arrived at my home for the next day. It was a two-show day, and that meant I didn't have a break for at least three good hours between getting ready, the show, and the stage door. I signed in and walked up to my principle dressing room and everyone began to start getting me ready while I ran my vocal warm-ups. Once I was green and thoroughly ready to sing my little green heart out, I walked onto stage when I was called.
When my two-show day was over and I had walked out of the Gershwin, my first order of business was to pick up Finn from Carol and spend time with my baby before we went to bed. He was the spitting image of Finn. He had his eyes and his hair and he was everything that I wished he would be, my own little version to keep Finn's dreams alive. I know wherever Finn was, he was watching over us, and it was killing him that he was growing up without a father, much like Finn did. I knocked on Carol's apartment door, and was greeted by her with him in her arms, as he reached out for me to pick him up. "Hi my baby, were you good for your grandma today?" Carol smiled as she smoothed back some of his brown locks. "It's so weird to be called that, and to see him, he looks just like him." She said with a sad smile and wiping away a tear. I hugged Carol and Finn giggled as he pulled on my earring. We both laughed as we pulled away. I told Carol I would see her on Friday, because tomorrow was my day off, and walked to my apartment in the same complex. Our apartment was spacious, a steal for the quality, not that I couldn't afford it. It was very open and colorful. It had two bedrooms and bathrooms. It was white and bright to reflect the light and open it up during the day, but Finn's room I had colored blue. He was half asleep at this point, and I put him in his crib and kissed his head, lulling him into a deep sleep. I looked at the pictures of Finn that I had put in his room, to remind him and connect him to his father, and took a deep breath as I walked out of the room. I groggily walked across the hallway to my bedroom and turned on the light, to see something I never expected to see. He was there in the corner looking at a picture of us from high school.
"Finn?"
