A/N: I really want to thank everyone who has taken the time to review this story. I appreciate the feedback and the constructive criticism. Thank you.

"So what do you want?" Finn asked curiously. Rachel shrugged. She didn't have a preference. She already loved both of her babies and she didn't care if they were boys or girls.

"I just want healthy babies," Puck muttered, "have you read the back of that book? Did you see everything that could go wrong?"

"I suppose I want healthy babies, too," Rachel said thoughtfully. "I know what your mother and grandmother want. They have only suggested boys' names, Noah."

"I hope they are healthy," Finn said with a worried frown at Puck. "I don't think I care if they are boys or girls. I'll love them no matter what."

"If they're girls we won't be able to use the name Christopher," Rachel said quietly and put a hand on Finn's arm. Finn nodded and patted her hand.

"I know." Finn honestly didn't mind. The fact that Puck and Rachel had been willing to honor his dad that way was all that mattered. That they cared enough to consider his feelings was the thing that touched him.

"Can you imagine two mini-Rachels," Puck asked with a fond smile as he pictured two tiny dark-haired girls running through their apartment. Finn grinned at the thought of two little girls who looked like Rachel. He hugged her tightly against his side with one arm.

"I think that would be awesome," Finn said and he kissed the top of Rachel's head. Rachel blushed and giggled. Her boys were so cute. Personally, the idea of two mini-mes was slightly daunting. She knew that she was a handful and she felt no small amount of trepidation at the thought of two little carbon copies running rampant. She fondly imagined little Pucks and little Finns running around, but she knew she would be happy with whatever her little whosits turned out to be.

"Regardless of what our little whosits turn out to be, we have an Oscar award ceremony to attend," Rachel stated firmly. Her luggage was all packed and ready to go. Puck had arranged with the museum to have a week off to travel out to the Oscars and back. Finn had arranged with the band that he was playing with to take off a week as well. Both boys were not about to let her go to any Oscars parties without them. Rachel was still okay to fly, but it was getting close to when she couldn't fly anymore.

Santana and Brittany offered their house to Finn, Rachel, and Puck. They had made up Finn's old room, and his bed was still there. Santana and Brittany picked them up from the airport.

"Hey, Finn!" Brittany was waving at Finn, who was easy to spot as he towered over most of the people milling through the airport. He smiled and waved at Brittany. She vaulted toward him and threw herself around his neck. He patted her back carefully as Santana made her way toward them. She had a wide grin and she hugged Rachel tightly.

"Hey, little mama! How are you feeling?" Santana asked gently.

"I'm fine, don't listen to the boys—they worry too much," Rachel told Santana with a grimace. Puck and Finn had almost come unglued when airport security tried to x-ray Rachel. Puck had basically told the one gentleman that only a complete idiot would try to x-ray a pregnant woman and that if he thought he was going to irradiate the babies he had another think coming. Then Finn and Puck glared menacingly at everyone and stood protectively close to Rachel while airport security patted her down.

"Well, come on Rachel," Finn said defensively, "were you seriously going to let them make the babies glow?"

"No, baby, I was not going to let security irradiate our children." Rachel said soothingly. She patted Finn's arm absently. Both men hovered anxiously around Rachel and moved carefully with her and around her to get her out of the airport. Rachel just looked at Santana who was trying to smother a giggle. Shut up, her expressive face told Santana. That only made the Latina giggle a little more.

"What?" Puck had had a harrowing trip, and his patience had begun to stretch thin.

"You two boys. Why aren't you just picking her up and carrying her through the airport?" Santana said facetiously with a grin. Finn and Puck looked at each other.

"She won't let us," Puck muttered in annoyance. Santana's mouth dropped open slightly. She'd been joking. Rachel just rolled her eyes at Santana.

"Do not encourage them," Rachel sighed. Finn and Puck shouldered the luggage between the two of them. They wouldn't let Rachel carry any of it. Santana and Brittany helped the boys load the luggage into Santana's car.

When they got to Santana's house and they got Rachel inside both boys relaxed slightly. Rachel sat on the couch and sighed dramatically.

"How's the morning sickness?" Santana asked sympathetically.

"It's not quite as bad since Dr. Van Zandt prescribed some anti-nausea medication," Rachel said with a grateful smile. Her life had become so much better after she started the anti-nausea medication. She was hoping that the second trimester would be the end of her morning sickness.

"You still dry-heaved in an air-sick bag cross-country," Finn said with a frown.

"After you puked up everything else on that airport security guy," Puck recalled with a smile.

"Don't upset a pregnant woman and she won't lose her breakfast on your shoes," Rachel opined with an air of self-righteous satisfaction.

"You didn't!" Santana was horrified and fascinated at the same time.

"Not on purpose. They wanted to x-ray me and I was trying to explain that I was pregnant and I didn't want to be x-rayed because it might hurt the babies. I was worried about Finn and Puck overreacting and Puck threatened one of the airport security people, which just made me even more nervous. My medication was in my checked baggage because I didn't want to deal with any drama about carrying it on. It just all escalated until I was puking up everything all over some supervisor. They got us through fairly quickly after that," Rachel concluded.

"Leave it to you, Rachel," Santana laughed and shook her head. "I have ginger ale and saltine crackers on hand for you. There's a mini fridge down there that used to be Finn's. It's got ginger ale in it and we also have some in the fridge up here. So no matter where you are in the house you should be able to get some ginger ale."

"Thank you, you are a lifesaver," Rachel said gratefully. "If it's okay with you, I'm going to take a nap." For whatever reason, Rachel slept a lot lately. Dr. Van Zandt said that it was completely normal for the first trimester. She thought back to her last appointment.

"Even though you can't tell, you're body is performing amazing feats in there. It takes a lot of energy and a lot of work and that's why you're so tired all the time. You're basically burning through calories while you're sitting there."

They boys were used to Rachel's frequent naps so they weren't worried or anxious. They made sure that she could make it downstairs easily and tucked her into bed. Puck and Finn each kissed her on the forehead and then left her alone so that she could take her nap.

*glee* *glee* *glee*

Oscar night was electric. Rachel paced through the house. Whatever room she happened to be in, she paced. Tina sent Rachel's dress several days before with an assistant to make sure that everything fit properly. Both Tina and Rachel did not want the dress to be too tight; this was going to be a huge night for both of them. The assistant carefully finished her stitches and had Rachel try it on again. Then she took a picture and sent it to Tina. Puck and Finn hovered at Rachel's elbows, but tried to stay out of her way.

Rachel looked radiant, her golden skin seemed to glow with health and vitality. Tina had carefully constructed the dress to flatter Rachel's slightly thickening stomach. She wasn't showing yet, not really. Her waist had thickened just enough that she couldn't wear tight jeans. Her boys loved to put their hands on her hardened abdomen. Every night they made sure to kiss her and then kiss the "baby belly". Every night she would give a chuckle and smack them both on the arm.

"We love you, little whosits," Finn crooned at Rachel's tummy.

"We do, we love you both," added Puck in a sappy tone. Rachel rolled her eyes. If she had a video camera this would be blackmail gold that she could use for years.

"Are you ready, shorty?" Puck called down the hall. Rachel smiled at herself in the mirror and went out to her boys. Both men smiled appreciatively at her.

"You look pretty, Rachel," Brittany noted from her spot on the couch.

"No," Finn shook his head. "You look beautiful."

Artistic Explosion swept the Oscars and took home a number of awards. Rachel started to get nervous. Maybe she'd actually win an Oscar award. When they announced her category and said her name her boys were grinning so hard their cheeks hurt.

"And the award goes to…Rachel Berry!"

Rachel sat there for a moment, a stunned expression on her face. Puck and Finn were standing next to her clapping and urging her to her feet. Each gently hugged her and she carefully made her way up to the podium. She stood there and stared at everyone for a further moment. She had never expected to win and hadn't prepared a speech. She knew she was supposed to keep it very short and sweet.

"Thank you so much for this incredible honor," she began shakily, thinking furiously to herself. "I would like to thank Marcus Cunningham and Lyle Fortescue for believing in me and entrusting me with their brilliant creation—Artistic Explosion. Like anything truly great, this was not the work of one individual, but the work of a team. I would not be standing here if I had not had the support of the cast and crew that I worked with. Thank you." Rachel gave a slight curtsy which was an almost unconscious act. Then the announcers led her backstage.

Everyone texted, messaged, and called her as the award show was broadcast on television. She was made a brief post thanking everyone for their well wishes. She called her dads who were both crying they were so excited and so happy for her.

The Grammy Awards went in a fairly similar fashion. Everything was happening so quickly that Rachel and her boys had a hard time wrapping their heads around everything. Rachel had now won a tony, a Grammy and an Oscar. She was a star. She had accomplished all of her goals and she had attained amazing accolades from her peers. The prestige and the honors filled her with a deep sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. She would need to sit down and come up with some new goals for herself because there was always more to be done.

"You know, I haven't won an Emmy award. You have to be on television to win those," Rachel murmured thoughtfully on the plane ride back to New York. Puck glanced at her and realized she wasn't talking to either of them, she was talking to herself. He smiled slightly. Their girl was always trying to think ahead.

"Well, you've got plenty of time to do that, babe," Finn murmured back and patted her absently on the knee.

Rachel's pregnancy was starting to show a bit more; her belly was gently rounded and none of her dresses or pants fit properly. She was wearing Tina's special maternity clothes. She absently rubbed her stomach and thought some more. She needed to sit down and consider all of her options. Did she really want to pursue television work? Patti LuPone had been on a successful television program called "Life Goes On" for a number of years. Liza Minelli had been a regular guest on several different variety shows. The only problem was that those types of variety shows no longer existed. Rachel concluded that she was not averse to television work, but it would need to be the right type of project. Her first love would always be the stage and that meant Broadway. Puck squeezed her knee affectionately and she smiled at him.

*glee* *glee* *glee* *glee* *glee*

By the time the tony awards came, Rachel was quite obviously pregnant. She thought she shouldn't be showing this much, this soon, but Dr. Van Zandt assured her that it was fairly normal when dealing with twins. Rachel sighed and made arrangements to have Tina make her several loose, comfortable dresses that would still look good. Puck and Finn accompanied her to the tony awards as well and her condition was the subject of wild speculation. Rachel smiled for the cameras, but she refused to answer any of the, to her mind, highly intrusive questions. Rachel accepted the fact that as a public figure people would take pictures of her at awards shows. She also accepted the fact that one had to do appearances, sign autographs, and expect to be approached on the street by complete strangers who might or might not be a threat to her. However, she drew the line at her personal life. She refused to allow strangers into her bedroom and her personal business. She knew that her fans felt like they knew her after reading all the articles and press releases and watching all her appearances and movies, but really they only ever saw the public persona. For instance, thanks to her boys (and many weekends in high school spent watching games) she was actually an avid football fan. It was easier for her to watch college games because she usually did two shows on Sundays.

Rachel was excited because Kurt was up for a tony award for his recent role. They managed to sit together so that Rachel, Puck, Finn, Kurt and Blaine were all sharing a table. Kurt and Rachel were nervous and kept clutching at each other's hands. Blaine was rubbing the small of Kurt's back and Finn and Puck gently patted or stroked Rachel. When Kurt won his tony tears of joy streamed down Rachel's face. She hugged him tightly to her and then let him go so that he could accept his award. Rachel cried even more when she heard his acceptance speech.

"This award represents everything I've been working toward for years. There have been several people through the years who have encouraged me and helped me along the way. Rachel and Blaine, I thank you both for believing in me and being there for me every step of the way." Kurt also thanked the director and his fellow cast mates. When he came back Rachel jumped up and hugged him again. Blaine handed her some tissues to dab at her face and he hugged Kurt and kissed him briefly.

"That was the best acceptance speech ever," Blaine murmured to Kurt.

When Rachel won the tony she was nominated for, she was truly surprised. She had expected that she would follow in the footsteps of the incomparable Ms. Lupone and Ms. Minelli. She thought she would have twenty-five years or so until her next tony. She gracefully accepted her award and then Blaine took them all to a private supper club where they had reservations. It was an incredible evening, the kind of evening that a person remembers for the rest of his or her life. Rachel and Kurt couldn't stop smiling at one another; she thought back to their studio apartment days. They had lain awake in bed next to one another and told each other stories about what they would accomplish someday. It had always been "someday", and someday was now. She felt herself tearing up and surreptitiously dabbed her eyes with a tissue.

"What is it, sweetie," Kurt asked with concern. He worried for a moment that it might be the twins.

"It's someday," Rachel whispered back to him. It took Kurt just a moment, but he realized what Rachel was talking about. A beatific grin lit up his entire face.

"It is someday." He lifted his glass and she lifted her sparkling cider to clink against his Manhattan. "To someday."

"To someday," she responded with a smile.

*glee* *glee* *glee* *glee* *glee*

Finn was restlessly shifting from foot to foot and kept glancing at the time on his phone. Puck was pacing back and forth across the small space of Dr. Van Zandt's waiting room. Rachel was reading the script for an animated movie that Kurt had convinced her to do. She carefully ignored both of her boys and refused to let their impatience irritate her. Today was her twenty week appointment and they were finally going to learn the sex of the twins. Rachel admitted to herself that she was excited, but she was trying to maintain a semblance of patience.

"Rachel Berry?" A nurse smiled at them. Finn took her elbow and Puck grabbed the script and her bag. For goodness' sake! She wasn't sure if she could handle four more months of overprotective Puck and Finn. She sighed heavily and allowed them to gently guide her down the hall. Dr. Van Zandt joined them shortly.

"Okay, are you ready to do this?" He smiled at the three of them. Pregnancy became Rachel; her skin was glowing and healthy and she looked radiantly happy. Dr. Van Zandt supposed that might have something to do with the two men with her.

"Please, Dr. Van Zandt. Do not tease them. They have been driving me crazy," Rachel pleaded with a sly smile at her boys. Puck stuck out his tongue at her.

Rachel pulled up her shirt, revealing the gentle swell of her belly and Dr. Van Zandt squirted the ultrasound gel on her skin. He moved the paddle around efficiently and muttered under his breath a few times. Finn and Puck hovered anxiously, their eyes tracking the esoteric movements of the paddle and the changing picture on the ultrasound screen. Finally, he stopped moving the paddle and tapped the screen with a finger.

"See here?" All three of them nodded. They weren't sure what they were seeing, but they could see it was there.

"This one is a girl." Rachel felt her eyes welling up with tears. They rolled unchecked down her cheeks. Hi baby. It's me, your mama. Finn and Puck also had tears in their eyes.

"Are you sure," asked Rachel cautiously. She knew that sometimes ultrasounds weren't one hundred percent accurate.

"Normally, I would caution you that there is room for error. However, this is definitely a little girl. And….so is this one. They're both girls, which is completely logical because they are identical twins. You can see here that they share the same placenta."

Finn's heart was expanding so much he thought it might burst right out of his chest. Two little girls. He knew that they were going to be the most beautiful little girls in the world. After their mama, of course. Rachel would always be the most beautiful girl in his world. He looked at Puck and they shared a look. I know, dude. I know. Puck felt overwhelmed by the welter of emotions bubbling up inside of him. He was going to be the father of two little girls. He felt both completely unworthy and unbelievably proud.

*glee* *glee* *glee* *glee* *glee*

It was two months later and Rachel's hormones were kicking into high gear. She was glowing and radiant, obviously pregnant as the gentle swell had become dramatically pronounced. One other side effect that she hadn't exactly counted on were her feelings of amorousness. Puck and Finn decided that this was probably their favorite part of pregnancy. Rachel was fairly aggressive sexually. Or at least she was not afraid to tell her boys what she wanted. There were times when the boys were incredibly grateful that they had each other. Puck and Finn both found a pregnant Rachel to be incredibly beautiful. Her skin seemed to glow and she just seemed exude the magic of life.

Puck was sitting up in bed with Rachel leaning against him for support. She couldn't lie comfortably on her back any longer, in fact it was dangerous to their daughters for her to do so. She shifted slightly and Puck gently stroked her hip.

"It's getter harder and harder to find a comfortable position," Rachel complained.

"I'm sorry, baby girl," Puck murmured into her hair as he placed a light kiss on the top of her head. Rachel sighed and tried to cuddle against Puck's chest. His strong, muscular arms supported her. She gave a small sigh of contentment and Puck's gentle, stroking hands wandered slightly. Rachel leaned back against him more fully, to allow greater access and moaned slightly when Puck took advantage of that. He hid a smile in the curve of her neck. He gently stroked the prominent curve of her stomach when he was suddenly, firmly kicked in the hand. His eyes widened in surprise and he stared at Rachel who grinned back at him.

"She's saying hi, Daddy," Rachel giggled at the look of shock on Puck's face. She had felt their babies moving restlessly in their ever smaller home, but neither of the boys had yet.

"Rachel," Puck managed to choke out. Tears slipped down his cheeks, but he wasn't ashamed of them. This was something incredible. He felt something move and shift inside of him. He was going to be a dad. He had know that, of course, but this was tangible proof. Rachel stroked his arm and made soothing noises. The front door opened and then shut.

"Hey guys, I'm home," Finn called from the living room. He wandered toward their bedroom and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw Puck. Rachel smiled at Finn reassuringly.

"He felt the babies move," she explained. Finn came towards them eagerly.

"Really?" Rachel took his hand and placed it on her stomach. He stared at her stomach with such concentration that Rachel thought maybe he was trying to silently encourage the babies. She laughed and shook her head at him.

"Finn, you'll just have to be patient. Babies work on their own schedule, not ours."

Just then one of the babies kicked at Finn's hand. His grin was blinding and Rachel felt her heart swell for both of her boys. They were both amazing men and she was so happy to have them in her life. They were going to be a family together and it was going to be perfect. She just knew it. Her girls kicked again and she rubbed the spot on her stomach. We love you too. Now settle down in there.

*glee* *glee* *glee* *glee* *glee*

Dr. Van Zandt shook his head after taking Rachel's blood pressure for the third time. Rachel frowned and her boys echoed that frown.

"What's wrong, doc?" Finn voice was quiet, but the three of them were attuned enough that Puck and Rachel could hear the fear in his voice.

"There are certain risks common to pregnancy and even more that are fairly common to twins or multiples. One of those is preeclampsia or the more dangerous form, which is called toxemia."

"What does that mean?" Puck's voice was just as quiet and laced with the same fear as Finn's had been.

"Well, It's happened fairly late in the pregnancy, which is good. You're at thirty six weeks, Rachel. Whatever happens, if we have to do an emergency C-section at this point there is an excellent chance of survival for both girls."

Rachel felt panic bubbling up in her chest.

"Is that likely?" Her voice was hoarse and both Finn and Puck came to stand by her. Their hands rubbing at her lower back and her shoulders.

"Unfortunately, yes. An emergency C-section is entirely possible. Your blood pressure is too high. You have preeclampsia, but we can't risk it progressing further. I am going to order you on hospital bed rest for the next four weeks. With any luck at all, you'll be able to carry them to term."

Normally, the idea of having absolutely no control over her own life or her own body would horrify Rachel. Finn and Puck stared at the doctor.

"Are you sure," Finn asked cautiously with a glance at Rachel.

"If that's what we have to do to protect the babies, that's what we have to do," Rachel said firmly. "Have Kurt pack a bag for me and one of you can go get it."

Puck nodded and went outside to call Kurt. Finn slid an arm around Rachel and held her against him for a second. He kissed her on the brow.

Rachel was admitted into the hospital quickly and settled into her room. Puck and Finn both felt powerless to do anything. Their girl was tucked into bed and they were given an hour to spend with her, but at the end of that hour they had to leave. Both men kissed her gently and left when they were told.

Their house felt unnaturally quiet and still. Bed was worse. Puck and Finn lay there staring at the ceiling with the empty space between them breaking each of their hearts.

"She's going to be okay, right?" Finn asked quietly.

"Our girl? Yeah. I'm sure she will be. We'll just miss her like crazy and the next four weeks are going to suck on an epic scale."

"Yeah."

A/N: Now, before I receive any hate mail—I have always tried to keep this as realistic and logical as possible. Preeclampsia and Toxemia do exist and are dangerous to both mother and child (or children). Pregnancies of twins or other multiples are at a greater risk for these illnesses and one of the most common treatments is hospital ordered bed rest. As Dr. Van Zandt pointed out, Rachel is far enough along that the survival of the twins is highly probable if they were forced to do an emergency C-section.