Author's Note: We've all read how Ryan Murphy and company intended for Glee to end. This is my interpretation. Hope you enjoy! Reviews are love! Title comes from "I'm Coming Home" by J. Cole Ft. Skylar Grey.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
She knew in the end, when the lights went down and the curtain closed, that she would go back to the beginning.
New York gave her the world.
Billboards in Time Square and Playbills with her own Who's Who profile.
Audiences made her feel special and gave her all the proof that her talent is real.
Lima gave her dreams.
Taught her that there was so much more in the world.
And that she could be better than all of them.
Glee club gave her friends.
Embracing the idea that respect goes far beyond talent.
No matter what anyone says, you're special.
It was Finn Hudson that gave her love. And he was the reason she was going back to the beginning.
Her train arrived in Lima with a quiet stop.
She hadn't been here for a while, her father's coming to New York for long weekends and Hanukah.
Work had kept her busy, script readings and voice lessons. She had just finished her second show after Funny Girl. Her agent wasted no time asking her when she wanted to set up the next audition. She said no.
A break is what she needed, wanted. Broadway would always be there, but this…it could disappear before she had the chance to grasp it.
Retrieving her bright pink suitcase, she headed for a waiting taxi.
Fifteen minutes later, she was there.
It all looked the same, just as it had before, and probably always would. The smell of hot asphalt wafted through the air, with the sounds of cars in the distance.
After paying her driver she headed towards the front entrance, feeling far more nervous than she ever considered.
The cool air hit her face as she stepped inside, and she was flooded with memories. They encouraged her, bringing her forward, her suitcase clicking along the edges of the tiled floor.
Walking past the empty rooms, she hopes the one that she wants, isn't.
Because she could do this somewhere else, but it wouldn't mean as much.
When she reaches the room, the door is open, and she hears the sounds of shuffling paper.
Walking quietly into the room she finds what she was looking for.
The source of the shuffling brings their head up.
"What are you doing here?"
She had a speech prepared about the world, dreams, friendship, and love. But when it all came down to it, once simple perfect sentence was enough.
"I'm home."