Epilogue

The school kids filed out into the busy New York street, a black-haired, brown-eyed 13 year old among them. His cell phone rang and he picked up.

"Hello?"

"Finny? It's Daddy. Dad and I are running behind. We won't be able to pick you up until later. Go to the theatre and watch Mommy and Uncle Jesse's rehearsal, ok? We'll get you there," Kurt instructed.

"Ok, Daddy. Bye." Finn got his bike and rode it to the Nederlander Theatre on West 41st Street, which was only a couple blocks from his school. He entered through the back stage door, and quickly found his mother's dressing room.

"Mom?" Rachel turned to see her son in the doorway.

"Finny! How's my sweetheart?" she said, crushing him in a hug. Finn smiled. Second to his dads, his biological mother was his favorite person in the world. Rachel knelt in front of him. "I'm still getting ready. We're about to start the run. Go into the house and sit with Uncle Jesse, kay?"

"Righto." She kissed him on the forehead and he headed to find his uncle. Jesse greeted him warmly with a ruffle of the hair.

"Here to critique the run, F-HAH?" he teased, using the nickname he had crafted out of Finn's initials when the boy was just a baby. It was actually one of several nicknames – the others being "Finny" (as Rachel called him), and "Little Finn" (a nickname used by Kurt and Blaine mostly in conversation, so as to avoid confusion with their child's namesake).

"Of a sort," Finn smiled. "Your show better be good."

"Ah, with your Tony-award winning mother in it, it will be. Don't you worry."

Jesse was as good as his word. His first musical, Of Bushes and Clintons (about the two dominant American political dynasties that had produced 5 presidents between them), was very appealing. Rachel was playing the 45th POTUS Hillary Rodham Clinton.

Soon after the run ended, Finn's phone rang to tell him his dads were there. He said goodbye to Jesse and hurried back to the dressing rooms where his mother was taking off make-up.

"Daddy's here. I gotta go."

"Ok. Come here and give me kisses." Being a teenager, Finn was not enthused, but permitted Rachel to give him a motherly smack on the lips. "Goodbye and good night. I love you!"

"Love you," Finn echoed as he raced out the door and into his dads' waiting car. Through her window, Rachel watched the car speed away. She smiled. She was glad she could still be a part of her son's life and watch him grow up underneath two wonderful fathers.