Rachel
"Journey never gets old." said smiling. Quinn and I stop singing and laugh. "Sorry , I didn't think anyone heard us." Quinn said standing up and smoothing her dress. Suddenly, a pack of boys ran past the door, running so fast it was a blur. Quinn smiled. "Excuse me; I need to go get my fiancé."
sat down next to me at the piano. "So does the choir room still have its same abilities?"
I gave a little laugh. "I think so. I want to stay in Lima. I want Celine to be in New Directions, I want her to go to a party in my dads' Oscar room. . .without the alcohol of course. Then one day, when she meets her Finn, I want her to go on her first date to breadsticks. I want her to have the childhood like I had."
He wrapped his arm around me. "I knew you'd make the right decision for you. You know actually they're looking for a helper for me. The club's getting so big it's hard for me to help everyone. . . "
Tears welled up in my eyes. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I have to go tell Finn!"
I ran out to find Finn. The gym at McKinley was getting packed. I saw a lot of familiar faces.
"Hey Rachel!" Jacob Ben Israel called from the punch bowl.
"Hi Jacob. Look have you seen Finn? "
"He was outside talking on the phone. . . He looked pretty excited. ."
I grabbed Jacob and hugged him. "Thanks!"
I ran out to find Finn, walking up the walk way. "FINN!" I yelled running toward him.
He picked me up and twirled me. "I have great news!"
I kissed him. "Me too! What's yours?"
He sat me down and linked his fingers through mine. "You remember I had that interview at AYG the week after we decided we were moving back to New York? They just called me! I got the job! Advising supervisor! I fly out to NYC next week. It's only a block away from our old apartment! What's yours?"
My heart sank a little. "Uh . . . nothing that big. Quinn and puck are engaged. Crazy huh?"
He looked down at me a huge smile across his face. "Maybe this was the reason you wanted to live in New York again so bad. We were meant to be there."
Quinn
"Puck? Noah?" I said trotting down the hall. That's when I heard it.
C'mon my puckzilla! Just one more good time? Pretty soon you'll be tied to her forever. So let's do it now." The raspy voice drenched in a whiney tone.
"Excuse me!" I called, barging around the corner. I find Puck pinned up against the wall, Santana in a slinky red dress pushed up against him.
Puck pushes her away. "It's not what you think! She came on to me! Really!"
I roll my eyes. "Save it Puckerman!"
Santana laughs. "I'm going to find Britt."
I stare at Puck, anger flowing through my body.
She stops at the end of the hallway. "Oh Puck? You might want to make sure our little marriage is annulled before your next wedding. "
"Your marriage?" I snap. I lunge toward Santana. Puck grabs me and yells at Santana. "Go. Now."
I kick and scratch at Puck. "Put me down! You married that . . . that. . . And you DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME!" He sat me down against some lockers. "Quinn. It was a long time ago. We were celebrating graduation, and got a little drunk. The next thing I know I'm kissing Santana in front of Elvis."
Tears erupt from my eyes. "How could you! You didn't even tell me. I hate you. Leave me alone Puckerman. I mean it this time." I take my ring off, throw it at him, and storm off.
Puck calls at me down the hall. "Quinn! Wait!"
Once again I'm in the tenth grade, and even though I love him, I'm walking away from him.
Emma
". . . and Rachel's gonna be my co-advisor." Will said, taking a bite of a crab puff. Filling drips onto his chin and I stifle a laugh.
"What?"
I gently wipe it off. "That's great Will. They'll be so happy here!" But he's not smiling. I turn to see what he's looking at and my jaw drops. Terri is standing in the door way in a stunning black gown. Linked on her arm was her date in a crisp plain tux. Her date was my very own ex-husband, Carl Howell. She sashays over to our table. She's skinnier than I remember, her hair a little fuller, her smile a little whiter. "Oh dear. Is my face red? Sue told us this was our reunion." She giggled.
"Carl?" I mutter, in total shock.
He smiles. "Emma. You know my wife?"
"Your wife?" Will and I both mutter in unison.
Terri smiles. "I started a career in dental hygiene. Carl's office was hiring."
"I'm sure that's how it happened." Will muttered.
"Look, Emma. Can we talk? Woman to woman?"
Will gives me a look. "No."
"Oh come on Will. I just want to apologize."
"I'll be fine. Really." I say getting up from the table.
Terri and I walk along the perimeter of the gym. We small talk about the weather, and jobs, and how everyone has changed.
"Emma, I hope you don't hate me. You've done me a world of good."
I stop. "How?"
"I moved on because of you. I love Carl. And ah, not holding will back anymore; it's like a weight off my shoulders."
"What do you mean holding Will back?"
She smiles. "You know trying to hold him down with a home and kids. He always told me in high school he didn't want to stay in Lima. He wanted to be in New York, in the city air, singing to a full house every night." She looked at my belly and stopped. "I'm sure he's changed his mind now."
Carl motions for her to come over and they say their goodbyes. I try to shrug her off, but something Will said sticks in my head. Last year at the nationals competition we went to see a show on Broadway. He had smiled, looked over at me, and whispered "Wouldn't it be amazing? Singing to a full house every night."
