Mr. Schue sat Rachel down in front of him in his office.

"Mr. Schue am I in trouble?" Rachel asked.

"Rachel, you know I can't play favorites. But…I've had a few students approach me about personal issues. Issues that you are involving yourself in. Issues that are affecting them in other areas of their lives," Mr. Schue said seriously.

"What are you talking about?" Rachel asked.

"Santana and Finn. They have both approached me about your interference. Now normally I don't meddle with the high school relationship thing…but they aren't a high school couple. They are a real couple. They are a family. And Rachel, you're hurting the family. You're hurting Santana more than she has ever hurt you," Mr. Schue stressed.

"But Mr. Schue, she's in the way of my fate, to be with Finn," Rachel said. Mr. Schue sometimes thought she was border-line psychotic.

"Rachel, they love each other. They live together, they have two children and I heard from Finn that they sleep in the same bed. My wife and I did that," Mr. Schue sighed.

"I don't care about Santana's feelings, what has she ever done for me?" Rachel huffed.

"Rachel what has she done to you recently other than defend her relationship? And Rachel you're not just hurting Santana, you're hurting Finn. When Santana is in pain, Finn is in pain. I've seen it, my fiancé Ms. Pillsbury watches over the twins every day. We see them together outside of school, when they are free to act however they please, so to speak," Mr. Schue tried to make Rachel see reason. Rachel stared down at her hands.

"But Finn has always been my happily ever after," Rachel said quietly.

"Rachel, don't take this too harshly, but the world isn't your backup dancers. You aren't the main character, no one is. Rachel, you will have your happily ever after. I know you will. And it'll take work and sacrifice," Mr. Schue said.

"What about Finn and Santana, their happily ever after came so easily," Rachel said grudgingly.

"No it didn't. She had to fight for her love, she had to carry those twins around for nine months and then give birth to them. Everyday they are responsible for two lives! And when they move out of Finn's house it'll just get harder," Mr. Schue said. Rachel nodded.

"I'm not over Finn, not by a long shot. I don't want to give up on him, but I don't want to hurt him," Rachel said and got up.

"Santana doesn't want to hurt him either. She came to me to talk about him and you and what to do about the twins. She doesn't come to teachers for anything. Finn is good for her and she is great for him. Please don't screw it up," Mr. Schue said and let Rachel leave.

"I love you," Santana said as Finn rubbed his nose against hers.

"I know. Do you know I love you?" Finn asked. The statement had become something they said often but it was always true and always filled with emotion.

"Yeah, I do," Santana said and wound her hands in his hair, staring at him lovingly. A rush of elation ran over them.

"And if I ever stop loving you?" Finn asked.

"I will tear you apart and hunt down the girl that took you from me," Santana growled.

"And if someone ever took you from me or tried to, I would make him suffer so much that it would make what Prometheus went through seem pleasurable," Finn said. Santana smiled.

"Since when have you learned mythology?" Santana teased. Finn smiled and didn't answer, not that Santana cared. He pulled her into a kiss and then they walked inside Mr. Schue's apartment to pick up the now one and a half months old Julianna and Hayden. They walked in and saw Emma playing with them and her baby (Quinn's baby by birth), Megan. Megan was nine and half month's old now. Megan was sitting on her own and she smiled up at the familiar faces of Finn and Santana. Megan crawled over to Santana, who scooped her up.

"Hi Megan," she said. Megan smiled even wider at the sound of her name.

"Oh my god, she has her first tooth," Finn said in awe. Megan had short blond curls that went down to her temples. She had Quinn's eyes and skin tone and complexion. Santana set her down gently.

"Bankie," Megan said in a determined voice. Emma smiled and handed her the blankie.

"Did you want Blankie?" she asked. Megan clapped her hands together and grabbed the blanket.

"Look at her go," Santana said, wide-eyed.

"Soon it'll be yours," Emma laughed.

"Doesn't it freak you out?" Finn asked. Emma nodded.

"I read that she might start walking around twelve months and talking a little more around ten months. She's almost ten months!" Emma exclaimed.

"In three months, it'll be her first birthday," Finn murmured.

"Yeah. I was, uh, thinking about inviting Quinn…but that might be kind of awkward," Emma said.

"Take the risk," Santana assured her before they took the twins and left.

Santana sat with her head in Finn's shoulder. She was tired as hell and she was soon asleep. He carried her upstairs and tucked her into the bed.

"I love you, San," he murmured as he crawled into bed too.

"Love you, Finn," she muttered sleepily before falling asleep again. Finn smiled and hled her hand as he fell asleep.