Finn, my honey,
Thank you.
Thank you for trusting me with the truth. I had no idea it was that bad.
All I want to say to you is quit. Throw in the towel. Tell that horrible master chief to suck it and just come to New York. We can be happy here, I know it.
That's what I want to do.
But I won't. Because I know you. I know the type of man you are, and you won't stop until you've redeemed your dad's legacy, and built one of your own that will stand for all time.
I know we, as a group, always tended toward the dramatic, but they didn't underplay what you did. You were the reason for all of this. Without you, there would never have been a Glee Club.
No one else could have drawn Puck and Artie into the same orbit and made them friends. No one else could have inspired Mike to show the world how he can dance. No one else could have broken Quinn's heart, but still kept her close enough to be part of something so special. No one else could have looked at Rory and seen the powerful baritenor hiding inside that cute Irish shell. No one else could have crossed state lines and brought Sam back home where he belonged.
You did all that. And you'll do this too.
You were our heart. You're still mine.
Always,
Rachel.
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