A/N: I'm almost embarrassed by how long it's taken me to update this story, but school's started up and I'm insanely busy. I hate that excuse, myself, but it's sadly true. I'm only gonna have one more chapter after this and I'll try to update fairly soon. Anyway, enjoy… or not. I'm not sure how good it is. Feel free to burn me. I deserve it…

We'll Always Be Together

Chapter 7

Can't Forgive Myself

Finn's P.O.V

'Get it Right' was amazing.

Rachel was amazing.

I knew that I was supposed to be mad at her, but she was apologizing to me in front of an entire audience so, I wasn't sure how long that would last. She had tears streaming down her face and I knew she meant what she was singing.

Quinn squeezed my hand and I absentmindedly squeezed it back. Rachel was the only thing I was focusing on.

Deep down, I'm sure a part of me knew that Quinn was my girlfriend, but I ignored that part. It was like Rach and I were dating again.

I wondered to myself what I would do if I was to let myself get over the Puck thing. Would I fall for her again? Had I ever really stopped? Would I dump Quinn?

My mind instantaneously replied, "Yes."

I glanced at Quinn guiltily, a look which she misread. She smiled widely at me leaned her head on my shoulder.

I smiled back and continued gazing at Rachel. When it was time for us to join her onstage, I stopped myself from grabbing her waist or doing our circle-each-other move.

When the show was over and the club was heading back to the buses, we won obviously; I hung back and caught up with Rachel.

"Hey Rach," I started.

She glanced up at me and smiled sadly. She replied, "You called me Rach. It's been a really long time since you've called me Rach."

I cocked an eyebrow at her and briefly wondered how I'd managed to avoid calling her Rach. It was so natural and second nature.

I shrugged and continued, "I guess it has been," I stopped and turned to face her. When she mimicked my movements, I added, "I'm really proud of you, Rach. I knew you could do it. That song was amazing."

"I wrote it for you," she murmured shyly. Rachel Berry was shy. I didn't think I'd live see the day.

I nodded and replied, "I know, Rach. I want you to know that-"

"That you can't forgive me. I know. Finn, I don't expect you to. I can't even forgive myself for what I did to you and with Puck," She interrupted in a rampage, blurting things out so quickly it took me a minute to understand.

"I'm so sorry, Finn. I'm so sorry. I will never forgive myself for what I did to you," Rachel added softly.

I froze at her revelation. She turned and stalked off and I didn't follow her.

I knew in that second that she was forgiven. I was over it.

She may not have been able to forgive herself, but I could.

I Need You

Rachel's P.O.V.

I tore open the letter to Julliard anxiously and scanned it for the word accepted.

I stared at the first sentence, rereading it over and over again.

It read: Dear Ms. Berry, We regret to inform you that your application to Julliard has been rejected,

I frowned and felt the tears fill my eyes. I thanked God that my fathers weren't home because they'd cause a commotion and I really didn't need that.

My heart plummeted and I let the tears spill down my cheeks.

I wasn't good enough for Julliard. Maybe I wasn't good enough for New York.

I shook my head and attempted to dispel those thoughts. Before I let myself sink into a depression I quickly dialed a familiar number.

On the second ring, Finn's voice replied, "Hey Rach. What's up?"

I started sobbing uncontrollably and he immediately inquired worriedly, "Rachel? What's wrong? Where are you?"

I managed to sob out, "H-home…. I-I need y-you."

"I'm coming. I'll be there in five minutes," he replied quickly before hanging up.

I sank down in my couch and stared at the letter again.

Finn would think I was such a failure.

Five minutes later, like he claimed, I heard a knock on the door.

Finn enveloped me in hug instantaneously after I opened the door. "What's wrong, babe?" he cooed, moving me into the house, and shutting the door behind him.

I pulled away reluctantly and handed him the letter. He quickly scanned and furrowed his brows.

He looked back up at me and replied, "Screw them."

I smiled widely and held back a laugh at his nonchalance.

Just like that, with two simple words, he'd already made me feel better.

It became insanely clear in that moment that I needed him.

Schuyler

Finn's P.O.V

"I am not naming our daughter Drizzle, Finn Hudson," Rachel screeched at me.

I frowned at her tone and pressed a finger to my lips, motioning to the room where our three-year-old son was presently asleep.

She glared at me and I replied softly, "Okay. Drizzle is out. What are your suggestions?"

She rubbed her swollen belly absentmindedly and replied, "We could name her off of a famous actress such as Audrey or Barbara."

I shook my head and replied, "I respect your love of the greats, but no. No to Audrey and no to Barbara. Let's name her something a little more unconventional than those. How about Penelope or Wanda?"

She scoffed and opened her mouth to reply when Luke ran out of his room in his pjs.

"Mommy is my sister here yet?" he yelled hugging her legs tightly.

Her demeanor immediately relaxed and a soft smile graced her features.

"No honey, not yet. We're thinking of names. Did you want to help?" she replied.

He replied, "Yay!" and ran over to me, plopping himself on my lap.

"Rainbow," he suggested excitedly.

I tried to hold back laughter as she replied, "Not Rainbow, sweetie. Any other suggestions?"

"Sunshine, flower, sky?" he suggested happily again.

Rachel and I both froze and looked up at each other.

"Sky? As in Schuyler?" I inquired tentatively.

"Yes. As in Schuyler Fisk, award winning singer, songwriter and actress," she replied excitedly.

"I think we've found a name. Good job, Luke," I cooed.

"Now bedtime for you, sweetie," Rachel scolded teasingly. She walked over and picked up Luke to put him to bed.

I smiled happily to myself and thought about it.

Schuyler. I liked it.