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Chapter 11

Rachel fingered the edge of the white dress she was wearing and bit her lip. The lights in the bathroom were bright, beaming down on her as she inspected her appearance. The dress was short, fell to just about her knees and was the only white dress she had in her closet. The rest of her, well it would have to do. The bags under her eyes had taken more concealer than she cared to admit, and she hadn't had time for a haircut in nearly months so her hair was pretty unruly. She managed to brush it out well, using a straightener her mother had brought to make her hair look somewhat presentable. She huffed once more as she moved a stray piece of hair behind her ear. She can say decisively that she how she looks right now, is probably as good as it's going to get without professional help.

They were getting married in an hour. Savannah wanted to go to a wedding, their wedding specifically and Rachel above everything else wanted to give her little girl whatever she wanted. So she had said yes, when he asked her that day almost two weeks ago in the hospital room.

"Rachel Berry, will you marry me?" He stared at her intently, his eyes soft and kind.
She sucked in a breath, breaking their gaze to look down at her hands as he lifted his from her shoulders. "Rachel?"

She opened and closed her mouth over and over a few times, trying to find the right words to say. Savannah wanted to go to a wedding. Savannah wanted to go to their wedding. She deserved everything and more at the moment. But most importantly, Savannah wanted them to get married.

She opened her eyes to look up at Finn, his eyes had faded in the mere seconds waiting for her answer. She could see how deflated he looked and she instantly wanted to take that away. She bit her lip and moved her hands to touch his cheek.

"Okay," she whispered.

"Okay?" he whispered back. "Does that mean yes?"

She nodded slowly. "Yes, I will marry you."

She sighed as she ran her hands down the front of her dress, trying to smooth out the invisible wrinkles that only she could see. She was stalling, and she knew it.

It was Valentine's Day. She tried not to think of the irony or cliché in that. She had never been one of those girls who wanted to get married on a holiday, but here she was. It was the first available day they could get a minister to perform the simple ceremony and it was far enough in Savannah's new treatment regime, just shy of two weeks, that she was allowed a day off and could spend it with them. They were just getting married in the hospital chapel, with Finn's parents catering a dinner they were going to share in the small lounge down the hall. All of this, was for Savannah. Everything.

Rachel frowned into the mirror when she thought about Savannah. This new treatment plan, the more aggressive chemical mixture was doing things to her little girl that she never thought were possible. If she was tired, lethargic and ill the first go around, this time it was threefold. The sparkle her eyes once held was gone, her skin was ashy and her poor lips had seen more chapstick in the last two weeks than they had in her entire four year of life. Rachel's heart broke constantly over the last two weeks. But through it all, Savannah's infectious smile tried to gleam through. She was excited for today, to go to the wedding. When she was awake and somewhat well, it was all she could talk about. And that is why she was doing this.

A knock on the bathroom door broke her from her thoughts.

"I'm coming," she cleared her throat and stood up tall before she grabbed her makeup bag off the small counter. She turned around and opened the door to find Finn's mother on the other side. "Carole, hi. I thought you were...I thought you might have been my mom," she stammered. She clutched the small bag in her hands.

"She told me where I could find you," Carole smiled warmly. "She's sitting with Savannah, picking out the perfect headband. I wanted to talk to you, you know...before..." Rachel nodded her head as she looked down at her ballet flat covered feet. Carole reached out and touched her arm.

Since their breakup, Rachel found it hard to be alone with Carole. She just didn't know where she stood with the older woman, other than being the mother of her grandchild. While her own mother had been their greatest ally when they had decided to raise Savannah at such a young age, Carole was often in their corner as well. A surrogate second mother for her on some levels, but a disappointed mother of her boyfriend on another. That feeling of disappointment had grown once her and Finn had called it quits, and now she had no idea where they stood. They were friendly, sure, for the sake of Savannah especially now but she could only imagine what she thought of her now.

"I'm really proud of you guys," Carole started softly. Rachel's eyes shot up at the sound of her voice. Carole gave her a knowing smile. "Proud really isn't the right word, but I'm not really sure what else to call it. What you guys are doing for Savannah, today, is just...inspirational. And I'm just so glad you're letting me, well all of us, be a part of this."

Rachel looked down at her feet once more. She wasn't sure what to say, what to do.

"I always believed in you two," Carole continued. "I might not have always shown it, because well, at the beginning I thought you two might have been making a mistake. But watching each of you raise that baby to be who she is today- has been nothing short of amazing. She is amazing, and it's because of the two of you. And the strength both of you have shown since all of this started..."

"I'm not strong," Rachel whispered, interrupting Carole's sentence . "Carole, I'm the furthest thing from..."
Carole touched her arm once more. "But you are. You are because you're putting aside your feelings and doing this," she gestured to the white dress. "you're doing this for her."

"She wanted to go to a wedding," Rachel sighed, feeling a weight of judgement come down on her, a feeling she was not unfamiliar with. "And we, I, wanted to give her that..." she swallowed.

"I think part of you, deep down, is doing this for yourself too. I always knew we'd be here someday. Well, not here but...you know what I mean."

"Carole," she sighed. She had had enough people criticize their decision to breakup since it happened. There were very few, less than a handful actually, that understood why they had done it, herself and Finn included. And there were even fewer, that understood why they were doing this now, getting married for Savannah. No one needed to understand. They did.

"I know," Carole held up her hand. "Either way. I wanted to give you this," she reached into the small handbag she was carrying and pulled out a small ring box. Rachel nibbled her bottom lip. "Take it."

She took it gingerly from her, and waited a beat before she opened it at Carole's insistence. She sighed when she saw what was inside. A plain silver band sat inside.

"It's Christopher's," she started. "When Finn was growing up. he often hailed Christopher as his hero. I think it was the idea of his father that was his hero mostly, the untouchable Christopher. Finn was barely 6 weeks old when Christopher passed. But he made me promise that when he got married, I would give him this ring, even from a young age. He wanted to have Daddy's ring. I know this isn't going to be a traditional wedding, or even a traditional marriage. There has never been anything traditional about the two of you. But I still want you guys to have some of your dreams. And this is Finn's...aside from making you and that little girl happy," she smiled sadly.

Rachel felt herself tearing up again. Truth be told, she hadn't thought about rings, she hadn't talked with Finn about it either. She just kind of assumed they would go without.

"Thank you," Rachel whispered. Her voice grew thick as the words left her mouth and she looked down at the ring. "Just...thanks."

Carole offered her a soft smile. "Now, there is a little girl out there who is bursting at the seams to see her Momma's dress..."

Rachel offered Carole a small smile as she wrapped her fingers around the velvet box. Carole patted her arm before she stepped out of the bathroom and gave Rachel a moment to collect herself. She checked herself in the mirror, making sure she hadn't smudged any of her hard work before she turned around to leave the bathroom, her belongings in hand.

She walked back to Savannah's room down the hall. She had used the bigger, visitor bathroom to get ready because of the easier access to an outlet for the straightener. She took a deep breath before she reached for the handle of the door and walked in.

"Momma, you look so pretty," Savannah's tired voice croaked as giggled from her bed.

"Why thank you sweetheart," she smiled. She crossed the room quickly and came to the side of Savannah's bed after dropping her makeup bag on the table. She was dressed in a pretty light blue dress with big black dots on it, something she had chosen all on her own. A pretty blue headband encircled her shaved head, and a tired smile danced on her face. She looked happier than she had in months, a look that hadn't left her face much since she had broken the news to her about the wedding that would be.

"So sweetheart remember how the other day you told Daddy and I that you wanted to go to a wedding?" Rachel asked that night when they laid side by side. Savannah nodded sleepily into her side. She was dozing in and out, the emotions of the day and the exhaustion from her treatment getting the best of her.

"Uh huh," she mumbled against her chest. "Want to go to your wedding Momma. You're supposed to marry Daddy. And live happy," she yawned as her eyes blinked slowly.

"You mean happily ever after?" she brushed her fingers across Savannah's forehead. She shook her head.

"I mean live happy Momma, with me and Daddy. like Cinderelly and the prince."

"Daddy and I are going to have a wedding, just for you sweet girl..." Rachel whispered as she swallowed hard.

Savannah sat up slowly and looked at Rachel with a smile on her face, her eyes widened for the first time in weeks. "Really Momma?"

Rachel nodded. "Before Daddy went to work, we talked about it. And..."

"He asked you to be his Cinderelly Momma? And you said yes?" she giggled sleepily.

Rachel gave her a soft smile as she kissed her head and helped her lay down again. "Something like that."

Savannah grinned as Rachel pressed a kiss to her head once more as she sighed happily. Rachel smiled as she watched Savannah fall asleep, a small contented smile on her face. Rachel hadn't questioned it before, but now for sure she knew she had made the right decision. She would marry Finn. For Savannah.

Savannah gave her a soft, tired smile as she leaned back against the pillow. Rachel carefully sat down on the side of Savannah's bed and leaned over to press a kiss to her forehead.

"I see you chose the blue headband Nanny Shelby brought you," Rachel whispered as she fingered the gentle material. She looked over at her Mom who gave a small smile.

"'Course Momma," she sighed as she leaned back once more against the pillows. She let out a yawn. "It matches my dress the bestest."

Rachel and Shelby gave a chuckle. "Of course it does princess, of course."

"I'm going to go and make sure everything is set up. I'll meet you two at the chapel?" Shelby asked after a moment.

"Sounds good. Thanks Mom," Rachel smiled. Shelby leaned over to place a kiss on Savannah's head before she left the room.

"Nanny Shelby painted my nails Momma," Savannah sighed. She lifted her left hand to show off four painted fingers on each hand. "See?"

"Gorgeous," Rachel smiled, before adjusting Savannah's headband. When she eyed the clock, she ran her hands down her dress just like she did in the bathroom before she stood up. It was almost time, and she still had to get herself and Savannah downstairs.

"Is it time to go see Daddy Momma?" Savannah asked quietly.

Rachel nodded as she walked over to the side of the room where Savannah's wheelchair sat. Her mother had wrapped some white streamers and decorations around the handles while Savannah had slept today. She grinned at the chair.

"Pretty Momma," she smiled. Rachel carefully lifted her off the bed and kissed her cheek before she moved her to the wheelchair. She was just about to leave the room once Savannah was settled when she stopped her.

"Wait Momma, I need something," she whimpered. Rachel stopped the wheelchair short of the door and moved to crouch in front of her chair.

"What is it princess?" she looked her over. She didn't look like she was going to get sick, and since her chemotherapy had started they had started putting her back in pull ups in case of accidents.

"I need my bracelet Momma," she said softly. Rachel nodded and went to retrieve the bracelet Savannah was talking about, her treatment bracelet. Rachel found it quickly and brought it over to Savannah. She handed it to her, but instead of Savannah taking it from her she looked at Rachel with wide, tired eyes.

"I want you to wear this Momma," Savannah whispered, her voice tired and gravelly. Rachel wondered if she was going to stay awake long enough for the ceremony.

"Savannah," she took a deep breath as she knelt in front of her. "It's your bracelet baby."

She shook her head gently. "It's blue Momma. You need something blue, like Cinderelly."

Rachel held the bracelet in her hand, her thumb rubbing the beads gently. There were so many, indicating how many treatments her little girl had already endured.
"Please wear it with your dress Momma," she sighed, her eyes pleading.

"Of course," Rachel smiled softly after a moment. Savannah's eyes remained on her while she twisted the long chain around her wrist. Her smile widened when Rachel held up her wrist to show Savannah.

"Now you look more beautifuller Momma," Savannah breathed as she relaxed against the headrest of her chair.

"Not nearly as beautiful as you," Rachel smiled. She leaned over and nuzzled Savannah's cheek.

She had to take several deep breaths as she stood out of sight of the altar. She clutched the small bouquet of mixed flowers her father's had presented her with and tried to even out her breathing. She closed her eyes to try and center herself as she waited for her cue. She was going to make the walk down the small aisle on her own, something that her father's had not understood. They had also had a hard time understanding why she was doing this at all. While they hadn't been the most supportive parents in the last few years, they weren't heartless and had comforted her in the best way they knew how when her and Finn had decided to end things. But once she explained that it was Savannah's wish to go to their wedding, they had conceded with their arguments of disapproval and had happily agreed to attend, footing the bill for whatever they needed to in order to make the day special which at the end of the day wasn't much.

Her mother had taken care of decorating the small chapel. Neither of them had wanted to bother, but when Savannah had begun to talk about the little flowers at Aunt Emma's wedding, they had both decided to have a few decorations for posterity's sake.

The soft music that had been playing changed, gently breaking her from her thoughts. She took one final deep breath before she started to make her way down the aisle. Her eyes found Savannah's first, sitting off to the side on Shelby's knee, her grin as wide as her mouth would go, her eyes tired, but excited. She waved slightly as Shelby held tight to her and she gently waved back.

And then she looked at Finn.

Once her eyes locked on his, she felt like they were locked together. She allowed a small smile to play on her lips as she walked towards him. He looked so handsome, standing there in his black slacks, white button down shirt and grey blazer. She made it up to the top of the aisle, the sound of Savannah's tired giggle meeting her ears as she turned to look at Finn. She could feel the eyes of their family on them as they both looked at each other. She took a moment to pass her flowers to her mother before turning to Finn once more.

"You look very beautiful," Finn whispered as he took her hands in his.

She smiled and blushed as she looked down at their hands. "Thanks. You look very handsome yourself," she winked.

He gave her a soft smile as he squeezed her hands, just as the minister began to speak.

Finn found himself staring at Rachel as the minister started with a welcome. They had told the minister a little bit of their story, how they had came to be up until the decision to marry at their terminally ill daughter's request. He knew it was odd, and he had seen the doubt in the minister's eyes. But when he spoke privately with him afterwards, Finn had managed to appeal to the minister's senses.

But now, as he stared at her, watching her eyelashes flutter against her cheeks as she blinked while listening to the ministers words, he let his mind travel back to the very day that this all started.

Finn walked into the classroom, his bag slung over his back and Puck at his side. They were laughing about their video game tournament they had held that weekend while Puck's mom had worked a double shift and he had stayed at Finn's.

"Whoa dude, look," Puck stopped abruptly just inside the room by the hooks where they would hang up their stuff. Finn looked over to where Puck was pointing, towards his seat. That he normally occupied by himself - since Ms Peter's had moved Puck from beside him that is. In the normally vacant spot sat a brunette with long brown hair.

"Guess you got lucky with new kid duty," Puck snickered as he clapped Finn on the back. Finn groaned and put his stuff away quickly as Ms. Peter's appeared from her office on the opposite side of the room. She seemed to stare at Finn, which made him move faster and hustle towards his seat. He slid into his chair, noting that the brunette as busying herself by furiously writing in what looked like a journal. Finn busied himself as well with his notebook, doodling on the cover as he waited for class to start.

"You're Finn Hudson," the quiet voice came from beside him. Finn's head shot up to find a pair of the biggest brown eyes peering back at him..

"I...ye...how do you know my name, aren't you new?" he stammered over his words as she looked at him. He couldn't look away. He felt drawn to her.

"I am new. New to this school, this city...Ms. Peters told me your name. So I would know who I'm sitting beside," she sighed, pushing her hair behind her ear.

"Well new, do you have a name?" he laughed uneasily, unsure what else he was supposed to do.

"It's Rachel. Rachel Berry," she smiled. "And I think we're going to be great friends."

Finn chuckled just as Ms. Peters called the class to attention.

Little did Finn know just how great friends they would be.

"Now for the vows. Rachel and Finn, given the unique circumstances that have led to their union today, have chosen to write their own. Finn, if you will..."

Finn cleared his throat and squeezed her hands a little as he looked down at her. "Where do I start, huh?" he chuckled a little as he watched her pull her bottom lip between her teeth. "Our story is quite the unique one. A lot of stops, starts and everything in between. But through it all, there has been one thing that has never wavered. You, Rachel Berry, are my best friend. You have been from the moment you stole my heart when you were, unfortunately for you, seated beside me in 7thgrade. You have been from the moment that amazing little girl," he turned slightly and pointed their joined hands towards Savannah "graced us with her presence. And you will continue to be my best friend through every adventure that is coming for us. That I can promise you. I will be here, for you and for Savannah. Forever. No matter where life takes us," he finished with a squeeze to her hands.

Rachel squeezed his hands back and sniffed a little. Finn gave her a small smile.

"Rachel?" the minister prompted.

"You say it's unfortunately, but I like to think it was fate that put me beside you that day, Finn Hudson," she started as tears started to form in her eyes. She had agonized for hours over what she would say in her vows, not sure how she was going to accurately describe how she felt. Somehow, he had made it sound so easy, so perfect. "It's fate that brought you into my life, fate that gave us the best gift possible," she chuckled because she heard Savannah mumble 'me' behind them. He squeezed her hands in his so she could continue, supporting her as always. "and it's that fate that keeps bringing us back here to each other. You are my greatest support Finn and I am forever grateful for that. I will care about you, deeply, for the rest of my life."

She took a deep breath when she finished speaking, Finn gave her a tender smile as he squeezed her hands once more in a show of support and confidence.

Finn watched as she dropped her eyes to the floor once Rachel had finished her vows. He wanted to reach out and push her hair back behind her ears so he could focus on her eyes, but he restrained himself. Instead he squeezed her hands, to show that he heard, appreciated and cherished the words she had used. There was a time when he had envisioned them ending up here, in front of a minister with marriage on their minds. But this, was not what he had envisioned. He never would have dreamt when they let each other go, that it would come to this, getting married for the sake that it might be Savannah's last wish. His heart broke at all those thoughts.

"And now we'll exchange rings," the minister announced. Rachel bit her lip as she turned her face to look back at Finn.

Shelby carried Savannah over to where Finn and Rachel were standing, a tired grin on her face.

"This ones Mommy's," she whispered as she handed the older box to Rachel. "this one is Daddy's," she handed it to Finn. "I remembered."

Tears came to Rachel's eyes as she took the box from Savannah and leaned over to press a kiss to her cheek as Finn did the same except on her other cheek. She giggled before Shelby took Savannah back to her seat.

"Now Finn, take Rachel's left hand in yours and repeat after me," the minister smiled. "With this ring, I thee wed."

Finn put the ring at the top of her finger and slowly pushed it down her finger and over her knuckle. "With this ring, I thee wed." He brought her hand up to his mouth and pressed a kiss to her where he had placed the ring.

It was a simple ring, with a slight twist on the front that replicated an infinity symbol. When he had seen it in his quick trip to the mall, he had known right then he had to get it for her. They had decided not to have rings, or anything traditional in that way - but it seemed that while he hadn't stuck to the agreement, neither had she.

"It's beautiful," she mouthed, her eyes watery. He smiled before the minister turned his attention to her.

"Now Rachel, take Finn's left hand in yours and repeat after me," the minister paused. "with this ring, I thee wed."

She held his hand in hers and brought out his dad's ring and placed it at the top of his finger before pushing it down and repeating the words. "With this ring, I thee wed."

"And by the power invested in me, by the state of Ohio, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Finn, you may kiss your bride."

Rachel's breath hitched as Finn looked down at her. Finn took a deep breath as he brought his hand up to her cheek and gently brushed his thumb against her skin before gently leaning down and capturing her lips with his. Rachel's eyes immediately closed when she felt Finn's lips touch hers. She felt all her breath leave her body as he kissed her, allowing her arms to wrap around his shoulders as the clock ticked. She whimpered against his lips as he pressed his mouth further into hers, deepening the kiss for a moment beyond her expectations. It was heart stopping and breath stealing all at once. When they finally pulled away, Rachel felt herself blush before he gently placed another quick kiss on her lips before pulling away fully.

"That's how Cinderelly and the Prince kiss," Savannah sighed from her spot. Everyone chuckled and Rachel felt the blush in her cheeks deepen.

Rachel held Savannah in her lap while they ate the catered dinner that Burt and Carole had arranged for. Savannah sighed into Rachel's chest as she fought to keep her eyes open. She had eaten bits of what was on her plate, leaving half of the vegetables and most of the plain chicken breast. She had even nibbled a bit of the chocolate cake that Carole had made, another tradition that they were going to forgo until Carole offered to make one.

"Do you want some more juice baby girl?' she whispered against her head.

Savannah shook her head. "No juice Momma." She sighed as she clutched a bit of Rachel's dress in her fist. Rachel smoothed her hand over her back as she tightened her grip before she reached for her glass of water.

She was content to just sit and let the atmosphere surround her. She cuddled Savannah into her chest, reveling in the weight of her against her chest. Moments like these were few and far between, it made Savannah uncomfortable to be held like this and Rachel treasured every moment she got to.
Finn sat beside her, carrying on a conversation with their parents at the table. His arm had found a place to rest on the back of her chair, his hand resting on her shoulder gently.

"Daddy," Savannah murmured from Rachel's chest.

Finn sat forward on his chair and turned his attention to Savannah. "Yeah jellybean?" He brought his free hand around and gently placed his hand on her back.

She smiled tiredly as she looked at him. "I'm sleepy Daddy," she whispered.

Finn looked over at Rachel as the words left Savannah's mouth. His eyes softened when they met hers.

"You're sleepy jellybean? Ready to go to sleep?" he asked gently.

Instead of saying anything, Savannah just nodded her head.

"Okay, we'll take you to your bed jellybean," he paused as he looked at Rachel again, as she nodded in agreement " Can you say good night to everyone?"

She nodded and whispered a good night to the rest of the table. Everyone murmured their good nights as well with Carole and Shelby making promises to tidy up while they walked out of the room.

"Want me to take her?" Finn asked quietly as he placed his hand on the small of her back.

"I got her," Rachel smiled. She tilted her head down and pressed a kiss to her head as they walked.

They headed back to Savannah's room quietly, taking the elevator up as Savannah leaned against her chest quietly. He guided them back towards her room and both of them let out an audible sigh when they arrived. Back to reality.

They got her ready together quietly, each of them going through the motions. Rachel helped her in the bathroom and changed her into a new pair of pajamas before carrying her back out. Finn had fluffed up her pillow and pulled back her quilt. Savannah sighed happily as she settled against her pillow, her eyes showing just how tired she was. But neither of them could miss the smile, though tired, that tugged at the corners of her lips. Finn sat on the side of the mattress while Rachel leaned on the other side.

"Did you have a good day jellybean?" he asked softly as he ran his thumb over her forehead.

Savannah yawned and settled more under her quilt. "It was the best day," she sighed.

Both Finn and Rachel smiled as they both looked at her. "I'm so glad sweetheart," Rachel smiled. She gave a big yawn once more.

"Why don't you get some sleep jellybean?" Finn asked quietly as he ran his thumb over her forehead once more.

She yawned in response. Both of them watched as her eyes slowly opened and closed as she fought sleep.

"Daddy?" she asked as she once again slowly opened her eyes.

"Yeah jellybean?"

"Didn't Momma look pretty today?" she murmured.

Finn looked over at Rachel and gave her a small smile as he spoke directly to her. "Momma looked really pretty jellybean."

Savannah smiled tiredly with satisfaction. "And Momma, doesn't Daddy look handsome like a prince?"

Rachel nodded. "He does," she replied quietly, her eyes dropping to avoid his gaze.

Savannah sighed and settled down into her pillow as she tried to fall asleep. Rachel leaned over and pressed a kiss to her head, with Finn following suit.

"Best day," she mumbled as she finally succumbed to the exhaustion of the day.

Finn shifted to stand up from the mattress once he was sure Savannah was asleep. He scratched at the back of his neck, and Rachel couldn't help but notice the way his wedding band caught in the light coming out of the bathroom. She bit her lip as she tried to focus on Savannah and her even breathing once she had shifted to sit more in her chair.

"Rach?" her head shot up at the sound of his voice. She blinked twice as their eyes connected. "Do you mind if I just sit here with you for awhile? I know it's your night and all but," he rubbed the back of his neck once more as his voice trailed off.

She blinked once before she licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. The look in his eyes caused a small smile to come to her lips.

"Of course," she smiled gently. He broke their glance first as he walked over to sit down in the empty chair beside hers. "You don't have to ask you know," she whispered once he had sat down. "Company is always appreciated."

He gave her a soft smile. A silence befell them, and normally Rachel would be comfortable with the quiet. But not today, not now. Somehow, she felt like the events of today, the fact that her and Finn had jut recited vows in front of the people who meant the most to them was bigger than them and anything they could ever do. Especially because it was all for her, all for Savannah. Words didn't seem big enough for how she was feeling right now. She was married. To Finn. Something she never dreamed would happen.

"We did the right thing, you know," he started, breaking the silence. "Is it weird that I'm happy that we did this for her, given the circumstances?" he asked quietly.

She sat quietly as his voice trailed off.

"I don't think it's weird," she replied softly as she looked down at her hands. She played with her wedding band for a moment. "I think it's probably the greatest thing we could have done for her. This could have possibly been her final wish Finn, and it scares me to think that way but..." her lip trembled. "I don't want to think like that but..."

"Rachel," he whispered. He reached over and took her hand in his, squeezing it tightly for a second. "It's our reality, and we have to..."

Her trembling voice interrupted his thought. "So no, I don't think it's weird that you're happy about doing it for her, because I am too. I'm so happy that I did this...that we did this for her. It's what she wanted," her lip trembled more as Finn moved from his chair to kneel beside her. "It's all she wanted." He raised his hand to her cheek and used his thumb to brush her tears away. Her tears spilled from her eyes as she looked down at him, and he tried to wipe each of them with the pad of his thumb.

"It's okay, Rach, it's okay," he whispered as her breath shuddered. She squeezed his free hand. "We're in this together, you have me...okay? Forever, no matter what, okay?" His heart sank as he watched her cry.

"Finn..." she stammered breathlessly just as he leaned up on his knees and pressed a soft, reassuring kiss on her lips.

Well?