Woke up this morning and had this plot bunny in my brain, it was written in response to something that really bugged me about the final episode of Glee, so I decided to fix it myself. Not proofed so all mistakes are my responsibility.

Dreams can come true.

Rachel took another sip of her hot herbal tea and, in quiet contentment, continued to leisurely study her husband. He was currently sitting at oak desk by the window and scribbling notes on the script before him with intense ferocity. She took a few moments just to admire the way the morning sunlight glinted off his luxuriant hair and then smiled fondly at the one persistently wayward curl that tumbled down onto his forehead. Rachel could tell by the way that forehead creased in frown lines exactly when he'd discovered another issue to be tackled and, as his forehead smoothed out again, that he'd conquered the problem satisfactorily.

She was so very proud of him. His first big Broadway break had come when he had landed the lead in a Derek Wills' production. That role had resulted in his first Tony award (one of yet many to come, Rachel was certain). Wills had seen something more in Jesse, however. Jesse was a kindred soul in his drive for perfection, hard work ethic and his ability to recognize what needed improvement in a performance. Neither of them was known for their tact either, but the fact was they got brilliant results because their critique was invariably right. Wills had taken Jesse on as his protégé and now Jesse was directing his first show (with Rachel as his star of course) and already working on a new venture; the one which currently had him so preoccupied.

Rachel snuggled deeper within the folds of her cashmere throw and mused upon just how lucky she was. After graduating from NYADA she'd done a few minor Off-Broadway roles before landing the lead in "Jane Austin Sings." It was true that she had an advantage in that the director was her husband, but the backers wouldn't have allowed him to cast her if she hadn't been right for the role. Her talent had got her the role and Jesse assured her that with her critically acclaimed reviews and the show's popularity she had a lock on a Tony win, but Rachel wasn't as certain. Her experiences over the past few years had taught her that there were many other very talented people in the New York entertainment business and that luck had a say in results as well. Jesse's continued belief in her however, was always a balm to her wounded spirits whenever she had a set-back or self-doubts.

The sound of a chair being rolled back on the hardwood floor distracted Rachel from her musings and she realized that Jesse had completed his task and was now regarding her with a smirk.

"See something you like, Mrs. St. James?"

A blush suffused Rachel's face as she realized that throughout her internal musings her eyes had never left off looking at her debonair husband. However, she wasn't going to inflate his ego any more than it already was.

"Actually, I was thinking that your hair could do with a trim and that you need to up your exercise program. All that sitting is bad for your posture, not to mention leading to flabby abs."

"Flabby abs, hmmm?" Jesse stood up and stretched like a cat, knowing full well that Rachel's eyes would gravitate to his firm and well-toned body. Her reaction was immediate as undisguised desire flared in her eyes. No matter how good an actress Rachel became, her emotions were always an open book to Jesse. Of course, he had to admit the same could be said of her ability to read him. It was this mutual understanding, admiration and respect that fed their love and passion for each other.

Jesse casually strode over to the sofa Rachel was reclining on and grinned down at her before pulling her swiftly to her feet. He was about to devour her luscious lips with kisses until she admitted there was absolutely nothing wrong with his abs but his plans took an unexpected turn. One minute his delightful wife was in his arms about to return his kiss and the next minute she was sliding from them to the floor in a dead faint.

Jesse panicked; Rachel never, ever fainted unless it was for a role. The paleness of her skin confirmed to his frantic gaze that this was not an act. She really had fainted. For once Jesse was at a loss what to do. In Vocal Adrenaline you ignored those who fainted until they came to by themselves, or if handy, you upturned a water bottle on them. But this was different. This was Rachel, the love of his life. Should he call 911? Get some water for her? Slap her cheek? She looked so fragile there as she slumped against the edge of the sofa that he went with his instinct and knelt down to gather her into his arms. A great wave of relief spread through his body as he felt her come to and mumble something into his shirt.

Jesse carefully sat down on the sofa with Rachel in his lap. "What did you say, my love?" He tried to keep his voice calm although terror still had a grip on him.

"I said, why did everything go spiny and black?" Rachel's eyes revealed her confusion.

"I don't know. Did you skip breakfast?" Jesse had gone for a morning jog and Rachel was already reclining on the sofa writing in her journal when he'd returned. He had therefore assumed she had eaten while he was out.

Rachel crinkled her nose in disgust at the mention of breakfast. "I felt nauseous, so the thought of eating didn't appeal; I just had some lemon honey tea."

"Maybe you need to see a doctor. If you're getting a bug I won't have you risking your health by performing tomorrow."

Rachel's reaction to the idea of not performing was immediate; she glared daggers at him. "We are not living in the Victorian ages, Jesse St. James and I'll have you know that " Rachel slid off Jesse's lap and stood up to make her point ever so clear, "I am perfectly fine!" She delivered that line with full diva fury, and then promptly fainted again.

This time when she came to, Rachel's eyes echoed the concern she saw in those of her husband's. She was too frightened to stop him from phoning for a doctor and she didn't protest the expense it would entail to have one make a house-call. Rachel was after all the star of their show and if something was terribly wrong then Jesse would have to speedily re-arrange the next evening's performance.

While they awaited the doctor's arrival, Jesse cradled her in his arms on their bed and tried to alleviate her fears. It felt like eternity before the doctor came, but in fact it was a mere twenty minutes. Jesse briefly described what had happened and then let the physician into the bedroom to examine Rachel while he paced outside.

After what seemed like another eternity had passed, Dr. Carlton emerged and gave Jesse a reassuring smile. "I'm happy to inform you that your wife's fainting is of no lasting concern. But as per her request, I'll let her give you the details."

Jesse swiftly ushered the doctor out and returned immediately to the bedroom. Rachel was propped up against the pillows, the throw tucked up under her chin and a look of complete bewilderment on her face.

Jesse perched on the side of their king-sized bed and took her small hand into his. "Rachel? Dr. Carlton said you'd explain everything?"

Rachel swallowed hard. "I didn't believe him at first, but he said it was the anti-biotics that did it."

"Anti-biotics? But you finished your anti-biotics over a month ago. I remember it well, you were back on form and feeling great so we went out to celebrate and then we came home and celebrated some more." Jesse grinned as he recalled just how they'd celebrated, on the living room throw rug, in the shower and in the bedroom. "And then we stayed in bed the next day and"

"Yes, well, it appears that all our celebrating has had an unforeseen result." Rachel huffed. Her eyes turned wary and she bit her lip before blurting out "I'm pregnant."

It was like someone had delivered a blow to his solar plexus and he had no breath to speak at all. Jesse only managed to squeak out "a baby?" But Rachel was oblivious to his shock as she continued.

"Did you know some anti-biotics have an adverse effect on the effectiveness of the birth control pill? Well, neither did I, no one mentioned that very important fact when I was given that prescription. So even though we thought we were having safe sex, and rather a lot of it in fact, we were actually making a baby."

"A baby." Jesse repeated again. He and Rachel had created another life. It was incredible, it was a miracle. It was extremely bad timing, but he didn't care. They were having a baby! A little co-production; an expression of their love for each other. A euphoric giddiness overcame Jesse and reached over to touch Rachel's stomach gently before lifting his gaze to her, his eyes filled with awe and love, and Rachel promptly burst into tears.

"I'm ruining your musical. I may be ruining my career. I should be dev- devastated, but instead I'm so ha-happy. "She hiccuped the words between sobs.

"Rachel, please don't cry." Jesse began brushing away her tears with the pads of his thumbs and laying butterfly gentle kisses across her tear streaked face. " I don't care about the stupid musical. You're not ruining it and besides there will be another one. I feel like you've just given me the most amazing, incredible gift! Nothing can top that Rachel. And as for your career? You're a star, Rachel Barbra Berry St. James. You will always find a way to shine. Besides, just think about all the additional emotional depth you'll be able to add to your performances with the experience of motherhood!"

Rachel choked out a laugh. "You would think of that! You do realize that your diva wife is going to have some exotic cravings and demands that she'll expect you to cater to, don't you?"

"And I'll do my utmost to fulfill them all, my love. Now, we need to come up with a game plan. I'll notify your understudy that she'll be filling in for you tomorrow night and then you and I will discuss how we'll go from there after you see your regular physician of course."

"It's a good thing that I have a night job, isn't it? The nausea has already left and I'm feeling so much better." Rachel's complexion had indeed regained its healthy glow and her voice had steadied.

"Much better?" Jesse quirked an eyebrow up as he noticed that a mischievous glint was back in her eyes.

"Much, much, much better." Rachel reaffirmed as she trailed her hand down Jesse's chest, then let her fingers hover tantalizingly over his belt buckle. "In fact I think we should celebrate, don't you?"

FFWD

Nearly eight months later, Rachel found herself at home surrounded by her closest friends as she got ready for the Tony Awards ceremony. She'd been fortunate that her pregnancy had been a relatively easy one, and she'd been able to continue on in the musical until the costumes could no longer hide the baby bump. By that point the pressure from the baby on her diaphragm was also beginning to impact her breathing and singing so she had then relinquished the role.

Kurt and Blaine had been almost as excited as she and Jesse were about the pregnancy. Rachel knew they were seriously thinking about becoming parents too and although she dearly loved them, they would have to find someone else to be their surrogate. Perhaps in another seven to ten years she'd be willing to go through this for someone else, but for now and the next few years the St. James family would come first, with her career a close second.

As Tina, Kurt and Blaine all hovered around her giving support and advice, Rachel was somewhat relieved at Jesse's entrance to whisk her away to the awards ceremony. As much as she enjoyed her friends' well-meaning advice, at times lately she found it somewhat tiring, and tonight especially she needed all her energy to get through the long ceremony.

Rachel didn't really believe that she would win the Tony, so it was with amused indulgence that she listened to her husband's pointers on what she should do and say when she won the Tony for best actress in a musical. She settled somewhat uncomfortably in one of the plush seats and wondered worriedly if she had timed her bathroom breaks properly or worse yet what if the baby decided to make a dramatic entrance during the awards show. Considering the baby had both the Berry and St. James genes which carried an inherent need for drama it was a very distinct possibility.

Finally it was time for her category. With one hand clasped in Jesse's and the other resting on her baby bump, Rachel awaited the result of her category with no real expectations of winning. She knew Jesse fully believed she'd win it, but it wasn't until she actually heard her name called that the reality hit her. She had done it! She had won her Tony. Ever since she'd been a child, she'd dreamed of this moment and at last it had arrived. A congratulatory and reassuring kiss from Jesse helped her regain her equilibrium from the shock of winning and as she made her way to the stage to accept her award, her mind flashed through all the moments that had led to this point in her life. She couldn't help but think how blessed she was. She had a devoted, amazing husband, a baby on the way, good friends, a wonderful career, and now her Tony. As she finished her speech about dreams coming true and was about to make her way backstage, the first labor pains hit her. She paused and like the experienced actress she was took a deep breath to steady herself. She turned to look back at Jesse in the audience, and as always he read her like a book and was up the stairs in seconds, leading her off the stage and organizing as he went. Very soon there would be a new addition to the Berry St. James family. Rachel and Jesse's dreams were indeed all coming true.

Authors note: There is absolutely no way Rachel would jeopardize her career and her voice at such a young age to get pregnant on purpose, let alone have her first baby for someone else. It's just way beyond belief. She might do it when she was older. I could see her donating an egg perhaps, but the only way she would be having a baby in 2020 is if it were an accident.