A/N: Do you guys ACTUALLY think it's going to be easy for me to walk away from Blainchel? Geez. I put so much time and dedication into writing them, I couldn't break them up now. I needed some angst. This is Blaine's POV…and it's mostly him thinking…. Blainchel is endgame in this fic. No matter what.

Chapter 20

Blaine POV

What else was there for me to do? I fought so hard to keep Rachel and I together, and here I was trying to find ways to get back together with Kurt. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm married to the most beautiful woman I know, who I love more than anything else in this world, and we're having kids in like five months, and I couldn't be any happier. But sometimes, you have that what might have been scenario running through your head, and then you start thinking about things.

Case in point…I'm an asshole. I know it.

My pregnant wife is at the mercy of our children right now, because the twins are in a very precarious situation, and they're literally holding Rachel hostage in her body. I should be supporting her, and loving her, and reassuring her. But no. I'm here trying to rationalize my feelings for Kurt. I looked over at Rachel, and found her beautiful brown eyes staring at me. I smiled at her, and grabbed her hand, kissing it.

"Rach…I think we need to talk about this."

"About what?"

"You know what about. Baby, please…just listen to me."

"Okay, you have five minutes."

I looked down at our intertwined hands and sighed. I brought them to my lips and kissed them softly and met her eyes. I was going to say what I was going to say, and there was no stopping me now.

"Rachel Barbra Berry-Anderson. That means more to me than anyone. Because you chose to have my last name. And you didn't have to take it. But you did. Now, I know that being with me is a crazy journey, because up until a year ago…I identified as gay. But you wanted to take this journey, and you're the most amazing woman for putting up with me…and my insecurities. Speaking of insecurities…I've been working on something."

Rachel looked at me as I reached back behind the little cot to grab my guitar. Rachel smiled and watched as I started to play. I pulled the lyrics out and stared at them. But then I just started to play, smiling as I started singing the first verse to her.

"Mmm, now I don't want to make this hard

But I don't want to make you stay

Don't wanna be the one who's got to watch you walk away

And maybe we can make it better

Start out once again

Do you even care whether if it works or if it ends?

So I'll wait for an answer

I'll need another love affair to hold me down

I need somebody there to be around

I'll need another love affair to hold me down

I need somebody there to be around

It's not like I don't know

What you really need

I just wish that in this situation it was me

So shut up, shut up

I know what you're saying

And it's breakin' my heart

I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces

And put 'em back together before it all falls apart.

That's all I have so far."

Rachel looked at me and smiled, and then she clapped. She had tears in her eyes, and that look on her face that Kurt used to wear, that one that said that he was proud of me. I put my guitar down and Rachel looked at me. She was thinking, and then she pointed at it. I started playing and she started humming.

"I think I got something. Of course we'll repeat the chorus, but then it needs more…

I'll need another love affair to hold me down

I need somebody there to be around

I'll need another love affair to hold me down

I need somebody there to be around

And I don't love you more than anyone my dear

But I need you more than anyone 'round here

And I'd love to say that, say that you love me

But that ain't enough

We tried so hard

And then we repeat to the end…what do you think, Blaine?"

"Rachel, you're brilliant."

"No, you're the one who came up with it. I just helped a little. See Blaine, see what I mean? You're a brilliant songwriter."

I smiled, feeling like what she was saying was true. I couldn't believe that I'd written this remarkable song, and that my beautiful wife loved it. I wanted to cry, and then I did. I found myself crying, and Rachel pulled me into her side.

"Blaine, don't ever let anyone tell you that you can't do anything. Never. I will always have faith in you. I will always love you, and no matter if you're an accountant for a Broadway production company, or a successful song writer for someone big. You're always going to be my Blaine. And that…is all that matters."

And I knew, that no matter what any lingering feelings I had for Kurt were, they didn't matter, because all that did, was the woman in my arms. And our sons, and whatever life we were going to build together. And maybe whatever comes of these songs I write.