She never took him to a living facility. And she never thought of what he had. The word scared her, and when those damn commercials for medication for it came on, she turned it off and left the room. His look of confusion only brought her more distressed, but she would refuse help from others. Even in her old age, she was very independent when it came to him. Every night, he'd ask for her. And when she'd come, he'd kiss her, but sometimes he didn't, because he didn't remember her at this age, but a younger more vibrant shade of her. She use to be a passionate red to contrast with his mellow and helpful blue, but they both have mixed in with other pallets to create a dusty shade of pink and a dim blue.

His blue would turn white, and sometimes it wouldn't be there some days. He'd ask for his parents, and she'd somberly and carefully tell him that they weren't there, and he couldn't see him. She'd cry when his old raspy voice filled the room with Faithfully, and he'd wonder where his mezzo-soprano with more of an alto quality wasn't joining in. He'd cock his head to her, and she didn't have all the answers. And some days he'd ask who she was, and she'd tell him everything, from the age they fell in love, to the middle, and back to now. But by the time she'd explain everything, he'd have forgotten how the story went.

Alzheimer's. Her husband had it. She use to think that it was God's way of getting back at her for being the way she was. But that theory died as quickly as it came in. Now, she'd just take care of him, and slowly kiss him, and sometimes listen to the way he cared for her about forty or years ago (time flies by so quickly, everyday, she forgets how fast the years go by.)

"Her eyes, they are so warm and brown. Yesterday, she sang with me. She sings so beautifully. And I see all the time, even in my dreams. She's like this angel, and she's so pretty. Did I tell you that? She's so very pretty. Too bad I lost her. I was such an idiot for letting her go. That Rachel Berry. She'll never know I love her now, since I'm sure she's going to be famous, and won't give a damn about me, one day. Until that day, I'm going to love her. And even when that day has come, I'll still love her because she's my Rachel Berry…" He'd drift off to sleep, and she'd cry and say.

"I am your Rachel Berry, Finn, I am! I love you, and I didn't sing with you yesterday, and I just want you back, but you're here, but you're not." And she'd cry though the whole night because she wanted him to remember, and she didn't want anyone's help doing it. She'd let a few people in, but she was building walls between the world, and them. She was sick and tired of people, and she was sick and tired of all of this.

One day, she decided to sing. She hadn't sung since she was that terrible twentysomehting year old with a bad habit for alcohol and drugs and sex and kisses from her directors. She sang 'Without You' and she stared at him the whole time, because she was without him sometimes. He didn't recognize that song. She opened her mouth to sing again. She was crying, and she sang 'Faithfully' and he joined in with her, his eyes recognizing her, and he held her and they sang. They sang and they sang. They fell asleep in one another's arms.

When they woke up, he asked who she was, and wondered where he was, and he screamed at her, and she took him and kissed him, but he didn't want her kisses today. She sobbed, and he walked around, wondering where the hell he was.

Everything was different, disorientated. He didn't understand. He wanted to understand, but yesterday was high school right? Where was his X-Box? No, it wasn't high school. The days blurred into something different, and when he looked in the mirror, he didn't recognize himself, and fear ran up his spine. A girl, a woman, an old fucking lady came in the view, and her eyes were the warm eyes of the girl he loved.

"Rachel?" He asked, his voice shaking. She ran, and hugged him, and it was her. He hugged her back, holding one another. It was a blessing, she thought, a blessing to have him back for just a day, just one more night, she asked the God above, and then she'd be happy. She just wanted to have him once more.

They held one another till the moon went up. When he opened his eyes, she wasn't breathing, and he looked out the window, and one star was shining brighter than them all. He smiled, and remembered what her metaphor was.

Gold stars. That star shined a golden light, brighter than all the others, much brighter. His eyes didn't well with tears, and he kissed her dead lips one more time, and he smiled, because that bright star had a glowing one beside it, and he felt himself dimming as the other grew brighter, and stronger.

There were two shining stars that night, and it looked as if they were touching one another, holding each other in their light, basking in one another's warm, and smiling at one another as lover's do. Sure, it had been one hell of a ride, but love was the four lettered word that shined through that star. New lovers stared in awe of the shining stars, and they kissed underneath them, and they smiled. Middle aged ones held their children, and the children stared in awe of those two stars, and it didn't matter if there was a story behind them or not, but those children made one up. One girl, who was forty something with long blonde hair and hazel eyes that were greener than brown smiled at the sight, holding her infant in her arms, and her little boy staring in awe of them. And those who were old in their age just smiled at the beauty.

Those stars showed every night where love shone.

Love. That four lettered word that could change your life, changed theirs.

When they found them, they looked at their peaceful faces, and they smiled just a little, before the tears fell.

Rachel and Finn.
Forever Faithful.

Pretty much this is the end. Did you like it? I did:) So that was the four letter word. Love. Love, love, love love. I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! This is the first time I've really attempted Finchel, and I hope I did the amazing pairing justice! Did you all notice the cameo of Beth (the fourtysomething blonde?) I just thought I'd put her in there, because Beth was on my mind. If you didn't notice, then she's just a random blonde person:D

Anyways, thanks for reading! And leave a review:) I'd love to see your thoughts on the story as a whole!

-Madi