A/N: So here's the epilogue for you amazing people! Thanks AGAIN for reading and reviewing this story. I'm so glad that you loved it so much! Please recommend it to others :) I still don't own anything from Glee, but I'd be more than happy to.

Epilogue: A Special Occasion

ONE YEAR LATER

Finn Hudson's heart was pounding. He wasn't this nervous when he took his final test for his police officer certification. He wasn't this nervous when he and Rachel had to take the witness stand against Nick Florimonte during court. He wasn't this nervous when he introduced his mother to Rachel (they love each other and talk every single day). He wasn't this nervous when he asked Rachel to move in with him. Hell, he wasn't even this nervous when he proposed to Rachel last month (she totally said yes, btw).

But now, sitting in the audience before Rachel's freaking Broadway debut, Finn felt like getting sick.

It's not that he didn't have confidence in her; he believed more in her than he believed in himself. He was just worried about the assholes out there that might say terrible shit about his fiancé. Rachel insisted numerous times that she could handle anything the critics threw at her, but Finn didn't like the fact that people might question her talent (which was the most talent he had ever seen anyone posses EVER).

So he sat there, in the front row, in the suit that Rachel picked out. The roses he was going to give her after the show were already tucked away safely under the seat. He had checked at least five times that they couldn't get trampled. He was holding the playbill in his hand. He read the title of the musical. West Side Story. Sure, they passed Rachel up for the show last year, but after she helped bring down Nick Florimonte on numerous counts of murder, one count of assault, and a count of kidnapping, among other things, she was suddenly more interesting to casting directors.

At first, Rachel and Finn were both a little put out that they paid more attention to her stories in the newspaper than her singing, dancing, and acting (hello, triple threat!), but Rachel realized that this kind of publicity was better than no publicity at all. And she was positive that after tonight's performance, they would know her as Rachel Berry: the woman who played Maria exquisitely, and not Rachel Berry: the chick who locked up a member of a mob family.

He opened the playbill and looked around a bit. He noticed Rachel's picture and was struck again by just how beautiful she was. They had been living together for months now and he was so happy that he got to wake up to her flawless face every morning (he was promoted for helping bring Florimonte down and didn't have to take the grave shift anymore). The cuts and bruises were long gone. Rachel was happy once they were faded and she could audition again. Finn thought she looked like a badass the entire time, but he was happy that she was happy.

He read her bio, which he knew about already. Then he got down to the personal messages.

To anyone who ever doubted me: thanks for letting me prove you wrong. (That's my girl! he thought)

To my fathers, who I wish could be sitting front row: thank you for loving me unconditionally.

And to my fiancé: thank you for tolerating me, for loving me, and for believing in me. Thanks also for crashing into my car. You've changed my life for the better and I'm thankful everyday for you.

After reading that, Finn couldn't help but smile. He felt exactly the same way about her; well, except for the whole "crashing into my car" thing. That was totally his fault.

The lights then started blinking, signaling that the show was about to start. Finn took a deep breath to calm his nerves before the curtain opened.

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Finn cried. He was practically sobbing by the time the play was over. Sure, she was acting like she was in love with someone else, but Rachel was just so damn amazingly perfect that he couldn't help but get caught up in the musical. Her voice gave him chills even though he had heard her sing these songs at least a hundred times before. Her dancing amazed him; she had never seemed more graceful. And her acting made him realize that she would be doing this for a long time. And that she would be winning tons of awards.

Finn gave a standing ovation at the end of the play. But he wasn't the only one. The entire audience was on their feet, applauding. Finn even nudged a guy next to him, pointed at Rachel, and proudly said "that's my fiancé".

When it was Rachel's turn to bow, Finn clapped so loudly that he started to lose the feeling in his hands. Rachel caught his eye and smiled at him. He had to remind himself to breathe.

As the amphitheater cleared, Finn was suddenly glad that Puck couldn't make it; he would totally bust Finn in the balls for crying so much.

Finn grabbed the flowers out from under his chair, which he was glad to see were still intact. He clutched his playbill tightly, quickly promising to himself to keep every single one that Rachel would ever be in. He then made his way outside to where Rachel would come out.

He was surprised to see that there was a huge group of people out there, too, waiting for autographs and stuff. It was pretty awesome.

One by one, the actors exited through the doors.

Rachel was one of the last ones out; as soon as she walked out of the door, the crowd got excited and everyone held out their playbills and other things for autographs. Finn stood there in amazement as Rachel signed something for every person there and even took pictures with the ones that asked. Her smile never faltered.

As the group dispersed, Rachel spotted Finn leaning against the wall. She wished the remaining fans goodnight before walking over to him.

"Hello there, sir," she said happily. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"I most certainly did, Miss Berry. You were amazing," he said, playing along. He held out the flowers with a wide grin.

"Thank you," Rachel said brightly, grabbing the flowers. "These are beautiful, Finn."

"Don't mention it," Finn said. "Now, how would you like to join me for a nice, long bubble bath? Don't worry, your favorite champagne is included." He held his arm out and Rachel gripped it tightly.

"That sounds perfect," Rachel replied with a smile.

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She leaned her head against his shoulder as they walked to their apartment.

"I read what you wrote," Finn said.

"Hmm?" Rachel asked, coming out of a deep thought.

"In the playbill. I read what you wrote," Finn explained. "I just wanted to let you know that I feel the same way."

"That's good to hear," Rachel said with a giggle. "I couldn't really marry someone who didn't love me. That wouldn't really make much sense." Finn smirked and kissed her on top of the head quickly.

They got back to the apartment minutes later. Finn locked the door, as usual, before following Rachel into their bedroom.

"Let me wash my hair and then you can join me for that bath," Rachel said, standing on her tiptoes. She kissed Finn quickly but passionately.

"I can't wait," Finn said with his little half smirk that Rachel loved. She then turned toward the bathroom and reached back to unzip her dress. She looked over her shoulder and winked at Finn before letting the dress fall to the floor.

Finn gasped after seeing that she hadn't been wearing anything underneath.

"Don't make me wait too long," Rachel said in a voice that Finn referred to as her "sexy voice". He looked down suddenly. Yup. Instant hard on. Like always. Rachel giggled before going into the bathroom.

Finn ran into the kitchen and grabbed the champagne and two glasses before heading back into his room. He undressed quicker than humanly possible and went into the bathroom. He set the champagne and glasses down by the tub before pulling the shower curtain back.

"Rach! That's my razor!" Finn yelled. Rachel stopped in the middle of shaving her leg and looked up at Finn.

"Babe, it's no big deal. I'm all out," she said. "I'll buy you some more tomorrow."

"That's gross," Finn complained with a pout, which made her laugh.

He waited while she finished shaving. She put the razor down and looked at him.

"Aren't you going to join me?" she asked.

"I'm a little angry right now," Finn said, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Oh, okay," Rachel said. "Looks like I'll just shower by myself." She shrugged before grabbing some conditioner and rubbing through her hair. Finn still stood there, naked. When she grabbed the sponge and started rubbing soap all over her, Finn couldn't help it; he jumped in.

"I thought you were angry," Rachel said, giggling. Finn wrapped his arms around her and kissed her sensuously.

"You've been forgiven," he said with a smirk.

"I'm glad to hear that," Rachel said. "But does that have anything to do with the fact that I'm naked and you're… excited?" she asked, looking down at his crotch. He was standing at full attention.

"That might have something to do with it," Finn said with a chuckle, which made Rachel laugh.

After exploring one another in the shower and then again on the bed, they were both exhausted.

Rachel was lying on his chest, and both of them were huffing and puffing a little.

"I love you so much," Finn said, kissing her on the forehead.

"I love you, too," Rachel murmured, snuggling deeper into his side. They were both quiet as their heart rates slowed down. Rachel felt totally and completely at ease. Finally, it felt like everything in her life was perfect. She had an amazing job doing something she loved; she had an incredible fiancé, who loved her despite all of her quirks; and she had friends now, who she could call for anything.

Finn's stepbrother, Kurt, was now her best friend; he had already begun frantically planning the wedding. He called with ideas literally ten times a day. Even Puck was somewhat of a friend – when he wasn't busy driving her crazy with sex jokes and things like that. Charles's daughter, Mercedes, was even closer to Rachel now. Oh, and Rachel still had her cat, Sophia, who was probably sleeping in Finn's dad's chair.

All in all, life was good. No complaints.

"Babe?" Finn said quietly.

"Yeah?" Rachel replied.

"Don't forget to get me some new razors tomorrow."

Rachel looked up at Finn and realized he was totally being serious. Rachel then laughed so hard that she cried.

THE END

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A/N: That's it! Wow. I'm kind of sad it's all over now! I can't stop saying this, but I am so happy that you guys have continued reading and commenting on this story from the first chapter. The comments you left have been some of the sweetest compliments I have ever received. I am so thankful for all of you.

Now, I'm thinking of a new story. This one might deal more with the supernatural. It might include the glee club being trapped in a haunted hotel. I know it sounds cheesy, but I read The Shining and I've become inspired. (But I won't copy the story!) It would be kind of scary and would include more characters than Finn and Rachel (it would be FInchel-centric though since I love them so freaking much!). Let me know what you think! Thanks again!

You're all unicorns! :)