Rachel

Evangeline stood on the small stage by the white board. Practicing scales.

"Mrs. Hudson?" Evangeline asks quietly.

I look up. "You can call me Rachel."

"Ok. Rachel? Could you . . . could you help me with this song?"

I look at the sheet music. She's attempting "Don't rain on my Parade."

"Sure, I'd be glad to help."

We practice the long notes, and the quick rhythms. She's actually giving me a run for my money!

"I'm so glad you're going to be co-advisor for New Directions!" Evangeline gushes.

I bite my lip. "Actually, I can't after all. See my husband. . ."

"Needs to talk to you." Finn says walking into the room.

Evangeline giggles. "THE Finn Hudson!"

Finn smiles at her. Evangeline skips off to find her camera once again.

"Why didn't you tell me you got a job here?"

"You love that job in NYC. And I love you. I'm willing to go again."

Finn pulls me into his chest. "I do love that job, but I love you more." He cups my face and kisses me softly.

Quinn

"Quinn?" I wipe my eyes and look up to see Sam standing above me offering me a tissue.

"What's wrong Quinn?"

The tears erupt again and I tell him all of it. "Santana and Puck were married. After graduation. On some stupid drunken stunt."

He shakes his head then starts to laugh. "Kinda reminds me of us."

I arch my eyebrows. "I don't find anything funny about this."

"Do you remember the tattoos we got after graduation?"

I jumped up. "I have to find Puck!"

"Good luck!" Sam called.

"And so you see too many wine coolers and a few "I love you's" later we were tattooed."

"You tattooed Sam's name on you? Because you thought you were in love? I don't see Sam's name anywhere on you?" Puck said holding my hand lightly.

I slipped off my shoe. "Right under Beth's footprint. I got it covered up as soon as I was sober."

Puck slipped my ring back onto my finger. "Well there are a lot of things we both don't know about each other. We can find out everything. Together. What do you say?"

I kissed him. "Yes."

Emma

"Emma, do you miss Carl?" will ask, slowly twirling me across the dance floor.

I shook my head. "No. Why? Do you miss Terri?"

He laughed. "Not at all."

We sashayed across the floor; Will singing softly in my ear.

"Will? Do you miss New York?" I ask quietly.

He nods. "I miss the buildings; I miss the fans after a great show, the busyness of it all."

Tears well up in my eyes Terri was right. I bury my head in his shoulder.

"But, with all the buildings there would be no grass for our kids to play in. With the busyness there would be no time to go to their ball games or recitals." He dipped me slowly. "And of course, I married my biggest fan." He kissed me gently on the lips.