A/N: Sorry It's been so long since the last chapter. Life's busy. Anyway, here's the epilogue, hope you enjoy it!

The only thing I could see was this blinding white light. It sounds cliché, but it felt warm and comforting, like someone I loved holding my hand, and I really wanted to go toward it. It was so surreal, so much that I couldn't feel any grief or fear or pain anymore, and I couldn't help but whisper,

"The light… I want to go toward it."

"What?" Said a voice, laughing. I tore my eyes away from the light and looked around. Finn was sitting next to me, looking both relieved and confused. Turns out, I wasn't dead. Finn had been holding my hand the whole time, waiting for me to wake up. Also, the hospital light bulbs were just really freaking bright. Well, that was embarrassing.

He looked at me, right into my eyes, just like he used to.

"Can we be in love again?"

I started crying, like a lot, which was apparently something I did now. And maybe it was because I was so glad to not be dead, or because my stomach and… lower regions… still hurt like crap, or because I was finally getting another chance, which was a dream I'd let go of a long time ago.

"You're… are you sure?"

He nodded slowly, and squeezed my hand tighter. "I missed you, Quinn. I really loved you, still do, and that's why I was so mad. And yesterday when you were having her, and I thought I'd never see you again…"

"Holy crap," I thought. "I've been out for a whole day?"

Finn started blinking a lot, like he was trying not to cry. I tried to sit up a little straighter, which was a BAD idea, because my body started screaming at me to just lay there and NOT move.

"I love you, Finn."

"I love you too, Quinn."

So that's how that story ends. I made a mistake. I lost everything that ever mattered to me, my body, reputation, friends, family, and Finn, and somehow everything turned out okay. My baby's name was Lucy Corrine Schuester. She was healthy and beautiful, and even though I wasn't going to be her mom, Mr. Shue called me first whenever he needed a babysitter. Finn and I never went back to being "high-school royalty", which was fine with us, and I never went back to Cheerios. In fact, I started cultivating other hobbies and talents outside of Glee club. For example, did you know that I'm kind of a math genius? Yeah, neither did I, until I went and freaking joined math club. (I know!) My life got so much less complicated once I stopped trying to please everyone else and focused on myself. Santana and I buried the hatchet and actually became friends. Not the kind that use each other and stab each other in the back when it's convenient, but like REAL friends. And, actually, there was way less drama between Glee members after everything, you know, except for whatever Kurt tried to start just to "keep things interesting.". We really finally became a team.

And as for my family, I'm still living with Emma. My sister and her husband come to visit me every so often, but they live pretty far away, so it's not as much as I'd like. I still haven't spoken to my mom, but two days after Lucy was born, a big pink duffel bag mysteriously appeared on Emma's front porch, full of new clothes, along with a stuffed elephant that I slept with every night until I was thirteen. Her name was Ellie. I got her when I was two, okay? I wasn't that creative with names yet. I knew it was from her. As scared as she was to go against Dad and talk to me, she wasn't going to leave me alone and forget about me. And as for Dad, I still haven't heard anything from him. But I'm still not giving up on either of them. If I learned anything from the whole ordeal, it's that people can surprise you, and come through for you even when you think there's no way in hell they ever will. And if Finn was willing to give me another chance, I'll do the same thing for them.

Well, that's it…

For now.

-Quinn