Sorry this ones shorter than the other chapters, I hope you enjoy...

I looked around, and realising I was surrounded by more tears than I thought was humanly possible. I wasn't the least bit surprised: Joe was loved by many, but this was overwhelming.

I was stood near the front, right next to Joe's coffin. I had hold of Riley and Jake stood in front, my spare arm touched his shoulder for reassurance. They both looked beautiful wearing matching black trousers, black ties, and white shirts with tiny grey dots over them. I wore a simple, plain black dress and flat shoes with bows on. I had no make-up on. Even if I did decide to put anyway on, I'm sure it would have all washed away by now.

Jake kept looking back at me, his big brown eyes seemed to keep filling up with more tears and I was waiting for the moment they would spill out and I'd have to kneel down to hug him too.

We had a lovely day yesterday. I took them to the cinemas to watch a new Disney film that had recently been released, then to the park and bought them ice cream, next to a huge, new toy shop that had just been opened and bought them a toy each (Jake wanting the new transformer figure and Riley opting for a toy car garage to join his collection), followed by a great Italian meal for tea.

This morning was horrendous. I told them they had to say one more goodbye to daddy and got them ready in their trousers and shirts. Jake cried, practically wailed, all morning and all I could do was hold him and kiss his head. The only comfort he found was clutching on to the teddy Joe had bought him when he was first born- a yellow, floppy bear with blue patches on. Riley didn't understand but kept muttering "dada" and wouldn't let me out of his sight. If I could take all the pain and hurt away from my boys I would do without thinking about it.

Now we stood, next to Joe's parents and my dad's, getting ready to see the man we all loved get buried.

The gravestone was lovely. Joe's parents had picked it out. It was a fancy, curved stone and nearly everyone complimented "how it was beautiful like Joe" or "special like he was."

I didn't really care about the shape of the stone; I was bothered about the words. His parents did the best possible job picking those words out – Joseph Michael Lighton. 25/8/91-12/3/17. A great and much loved son, fiancé, father, friend and person. He will be missed dearly and will always live on in our hearts.

I let out a sob when I read the gravestone.

It was all true. How ever much he irritated me at times, he was a great person and didn't deserve to be dragged away from this world.

He was then buried. We had said our last goodbye to Joe. I tightened my grip on Riley and grabbed Jake's hand, walking away quickly with tears gushing down my face. I heard Jake sobbing too but I couldn't stop walking. I couldn't just stare at the mud that the man I was supposed to marry was too peacefully lay under. I heard my daddy shout me; tell me to come back, that they was there for me but I needed to get away from the mud I walked on, from the saddening graveyard around me.

I ran straight in to the arms of Finn Hudson.

I looked up and looked him in the eye.

"Hey, hey, it's alright, I'm here," he said, enveloping me in to a hug. I let go of my grip on Jake's hand and wrapped my free arm around his shoulders, inviting him in to the embrace, and tucked my face in to Finn's shoulder. We stayed like this for a minute before he let go and scooped Jake up right away.

"Hey bud," Finn said to Jake.

Jake forced out a smile and wrapped his small arms around Finn's neck.

"I know your sad mate, but I've seen the cake in there and it looks pretty good," Finn then carried on, trying to make Jake laugh and being successful.

"I'm gonna get a piece as soon as they cut it, and I can have daddy's extra piece, can't I mum?" Jake replied, a grin forming across his face.

"Hm, sure," I answered, trying to be brave when in reality all I wanted to do was run back to the apartment with Finn and cry in to his arms forever. "Not before I get it," I carried on and started running with Riley still in my arms, giggling his head off. Finn dropped Jake and he chased me, wanting his cake.

I saw Finn take long strides behind Jake. He himself didn't look ok. I could see the red circles around his eyes where he had been crying.

Once I sat down, I made Finn sit with us, hugged him and told him that his acting skills have decreased as I can tell he's not ok. He smirked and pulled away, rubbing the back of his neck then leaning closer and practically whispered in to my ear.

"I just feel like it's my fault. I mean, he went to the meeting about me, and now you're fiancé-less and your children are father-less."

"It's not your fault. He went to the same meeting every week. It just happened that they were talking to you at that meeting," I reassured him. He smiled and tried to look convinced but I knew he wasn't.

He politely sat next to me, entertaining the boys and trying to make sure none of us cried. He always went silent when someone came up to speak to me, even my dads, but he was polite to give soft smiles from next to me.

Then, when still crying people started to leave, so did he. He hugged the boys, got a kiss on the cheek from Jake and sloppy one on the mouth from Riley. He walked over to me and pulled me in to a really tight hug and whispered in to my ear, "I'm glad you going to be ok, Rach. Do it, be ok and rise above this, Joe will want you and the boys to move on. Just be strong enough to do it. I'm proud of you and if you need me, phone me." Then left.

I text him that night and thanked him. He was modest and didn't realise what he did, but if it wasn't for Finn Hudson, I wouldn't have been able to cope today at all. I would have crumbled and cracked but Finn Hudson saved me. Finn Hudson was my saviour once again; like he saved me all those times during high school and even when we weren't together he saved me just by being in my thoughts.

Finn Hudson is and always will be my saviour.

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