Disclaimer: See last chapters.

"This love.. it's forever."

Ten Years Later

Rachel looked around the house and smiled lightly at the photographs on the wall, she slowly walked through, glad that she was alone as her whole body shook. It took her a while before she sank down onto the couch, tears running down her face as she sobbed. It had been ten whole years, ten years and he still made her feel this way. It became less frequent as the time went by, but they still came – sometimes as she slept, but sometimes as she was going about her everyday tasks.

She closed her eyes tight as she gripped onto the side of the couch, before putting a hand on her stomach. "Oh, baby... I will do everything in my power to protect you. You will never go through what I did, I'll bring you up to tell me everything. If at any point, you don't feel safe, or if you feel as though someone is there, someone is watching you.. tell me or daddy, please. We'll protect you." She whispered, rubbing her seven month stomach as she cried.

"I love you so much already..." She placed a kiss on her hands, and then pressed her hands to her stomach, sighing. Her and Finn had tried to have sex five years ago, and it had ended up triggering too many memories – she broke down, he cried, she cried, they held each other and promised not to try anything again until she felt completely sure. She had felt horrible at the time, but she couldn't thank him enough for being so patient with her.

It was five years ago that she had found out she was pregnant with their first and second child, two beautiful, perfect little girls that she thanked God for every single day. She had been pregnant once before, five years before that first time, with the baby of the man she hated so much. But when she had tried to kill herself, the lack of oxygen, and the stress had caused her to lose the baby – and as much as she would never admit it out loud, because it made her sound like a terrible person... she was beyond happy that she lost the baby because she wouldn't have been able to cope with a constant reminder.

Although her and Finn didn't have sex again for a long time afterwards, her being pregnant had been enough to pull her out of the break down that followed their first time. It had been enough to make them both happy as they held each other, when she was four months pregnant, crying with happiness as they finally had a part of them both to share. She had been over the moon when she finally gave birth to her girls – Amelia; which meant, 'work of the lord' and Aveline; 'wished for'. And she was happier than she had been for a long time.

She achieved her dreams – she was a Broadway star, people adored her and everyone wanted to hear her story. And she told it, four years ago, she finally told it. The book sold out, people began to love her even more once they heard what she had gone through, from her point of view, and not the media's. And she felt as though a weight had been lifted as she wrote down the words, as she quoted extracts from the diary she kept when she was there. She described how she felt, and Finn told her how proud he was of her, and her best friends all threw her a party and the Glee club got together for a reunion to celebrate how proud they were.

Finn was doing well, too. He moved to New York with her, but decided college was not for him. And she supported him as best she could as she went through college – two years later than planned, but she made it and she was so glad. She spent the first year of her freedom in a hospital, and she had never been more thankful for doctors and nurses, than she had been then. They helped her so much, and her friends visited every day and sometimes, Finn would sneak back in to sleep next to her, comforting her.

The next year was spent going back to school – the Glee club joined her, some were meant to be in their senior year, but others had dropped out on the search for her and were re-starting. They protected her, and she felt safe. They went to college, or got jobs and she continued to be around her family, even ten years later. Finn was a firefighter, and she could not be prouder of him. He wanted to help people, he wanted to do something worthwhile and he was amazing at his job.

She sighed and looked around the room again, her and Finn had begun to get sexually active a year ago, and it had been perfect and beautiful. She hadn't had a nightmare for over three years, and she had only had a flashback once in the past two years. But now, now it all came back to her when she had been going down the stairs – she had heard noises in the basement, and she was terrified. And it had all come back to her, and she hated the fact her progress had been ruined.

She sat there and rubbed her stomach, crying so hard, she never heard the door open. She didn't hear her husband tell Kurt, Blaine, and the twins to go into the other room as he ran to her side. "Hey, gorgeous." He said softly, bending down in front of her to take her hands in his as he looked at her face. "It's okay, it was just a bad memory. You're here, you're home now. I've got you."

He smiled as she visibly calmed down, her eyes meeting his as he moved his hand to wipe away her tears, he had learned the right things to say that calmed her down, and she never loved him more when he held her in his arms, comforting her after a nightmare, or an 'episode'. She smiled when he wrapped his arms around her, pulling himself up to sit on the couch next to her before pulling her onto his lap.

He held her close to him, brushing her hair from her face as he rocked her gently. "I love you so much, Rachel Barbara Hudson. You are completely safe now, I promise you. I've got you." She nodded and the tears stopped as he leaned down to kiss her lips softly,

"I love you too, Finn Christopher Hudson." She whispered, her smile getting wider as she felt her heart return to normal pace, the memory soon forgotten as she stared into his eyes. She saw the love, the acceptance, the... complete safety before she nuzzled her nose against his neck.

"Mommy?" She heard two girls as they came running into the sitting room, she felt them jump up on the couch and hug her legs. "Mommy, it okay... no be sad, mommy." She looked up to see Aveline staring at her, her huge brown eyes looking into her mother's as she grinned.

Finn helped Rachel sit up as she took both of her girls in her arms, hugging them tight, "Mommy is fine now, babies. Thank you." She kissed them both, ruffling their hair as they both nodded. Amelia looked at her and then at Finn, concern in her eyes as she carefully got up and went to the kitchen, her sister not too far behind them. Rachel found herself looking at Kurt and Blaine who shrugged their shoulders, and Finn who looked perplexed as he stared at the empty spaces on the couch.

"Mommy, here we go!" She grinned when she saw her two perfect daughters come in, carrying a glass full of water. A glass with a star on it, the glass her mother got her so many years ago. She whispered a thank you as she took it, drinking it quickly, looking at the two girls with so much pride, barely noticing the way Kurt teared up at the gesture.

She had never been more thankful for her family than she had been in these moments, she knew there would be so many more to come but they instantly made her feel better. "Is Christopher doing okay in there, mommy?" Aveline asked, kissing her mother's stomach before plopping down on her daddy's lap.

"He's good.. he's kicking as usual." She laughed when Amelia moved over to poke the stomach, a stern look on her face,

"Hey you, little brother.. No kicky mommy! I wouldn't like to be kicked very much..." She frowned and put her cheek on Rachel's stomach, smiling when the kicking soon died down.

"He's going to be a little footballer." Finn said with pride, ignoring the way Kurt and Rachel rolled their eyes and scoffed at him. Aveline and Amelia were destined for Broadway, like their mother, so Finn could only hope that Christopher would follow in his footsteps for a change.

Rachel smiled at her beautiful family, leaning her head against Finn's shoulder as she closed her eyes and held her daughter's close, smiling when Kurt and Blaine sat down on the floor in front of the couch, both of them grabbing one of her hands as they smiled at her. It was the most perfect family she could have ever asked for, she was thankful.