Rachel's POV

This is the day I have worked for since I was born. Broadway. It feels like a dream to finally portray Fanny in Funny Girl. I want more than anything to make Barbra proud, but I have a wrong feeling when I walk onto the stage for my debut. Even though my lifelong dream has come true, there is something, more like someone, missing.

I haven't talked to Finn since after my audition. I know he is super busy with college and Burt's shop, and I don't want to interfere or cause him pain. I can still feel the tether pulling me to call him every night, but I ignore it just like I did when I was with Brody. As I belt out My Man, my mind overwhelms with Finn's smile, his amber eyes, his adorable freckles, his voice. Tears stream down my face, and I realize all I want is to be in his arms.

The performance was an extreme success. The reporters and photographers swarmed me after the show asking endless amounts of questions and taking thousands of pictures. I smiled and acted as professional as I could, but all I wanted was to go home and cry. I had almost made it without one tear until I heard one heart-piercing question.

"Ms. Berry, during your performance of My Man, I realized what a personal connection you had with the song. Is there anyone is particular you were thinking about? Maybe a moose of some sort?"

I looked down after I heard the words "personal connection." Of course my face said it all...wait, did they just say moose? I lifted my head in the direction of the question, and my heart stopped.

"Finn?!"

"Hey Rach, you were amazing up there. I knew you could-"

"It's really you. I can't believe it." I jumped into his arms, finally home after months of being lost. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips. I inhaled his scent for what seemed like hours. I heard the snaps of cameras and the whispers of surprised reporters. Gaining back my professionalism, I released all of Finn but his hand. I definitely noticed a smirk surface on his face as I turned towards our audience.

"I'm sorry, but I must conclude this session of questions. I have some business to attend to with this giant here. And to answer your question Mr. Hudson, yes I did have a moose, well muse to be correct. He will always be my moose, and hopefully, I can be his again."

"He would want nothing else in the world." Finn put his finger under my chin and lifted my face towards his. "I love you, Rachel. I can't not be with you anymore. Ever since the wedding, I could not keep my mind off of you. I could not sleep without you being in my dreams or sing without hearing your voice harmonizing with me. I want to try to make this work again." After months of wanting to hear those exact words, I was speechless. I just stared into his eyes hoping I could communicate that way. When that did not work, I pulled his face down and pressed my lips to his.

"I would want nothing else in the world, Finn." I kissed him again and then whispered in his ear, "Come to the apartment with me. Kurt is out with Adam, and I want to make love to my moose."