Chapter 15

The atmosphere is bright and cheery. Everyone is chattering excitedly, waiting for the bride and groom to arrive to jump start the festivities. The wedding between William Schuester and Emma Pillsbury was short, sweet, and beautiful. Now, at the reception, the guests are waiting to get to celebrate with the newly weds. Mr. Schue had flat out refused to get married without his original Glee kids there. And they'd have it no other way.

"What are you grinning about?" Tina asks, taking a seat beside Rachel.

"I was just thinking about the past couple years. It's been a wedding a year for the past three years."

The girl's eyes widen. "It has! First, Kurt's dad married Finn's mom. Then your mom married your stepdad. Now, Mr. Schue and Miss Pillsbury. Though I suppose it's Mr. And Mrs. Schuester, now."

"Yeah. It's fun. I'm wondering whose wedding will be next."

Tina starts laughing. "Yours!"

Rachel blushes slightly and looks over to where Finn is standing with his friends. "Maybe."

Being in remission has improved everything, including her relationships with everyone in her life. They're all far more relaxed and happy. As Dr. Reed said she would, she still struggles to wake up some mornings and still tires after a busy day. Those are minor compared to how things were. Finn has already dropped hints that their long awaited union is imminent. He clearly has something planned, so she won't push it. Just knowing it could happen at any time now is thrilling to her. It heightens everything they do together.

In the week since she found out she's in remission, they've had the benefit, they attended and celebrated the senior's graduation, they celebrated Blaine getting into NYADA, and now they're at Mr. Schue's wedding. Next up is a party to celebrate Rachel's second time being in remission, then she and some of the others are heading back to New York. She has decided she doesn't care about the party for her. She's letting her mom do whatever she wants and will go along with it as promised. But there's a small part of her that's nervous. What if her remission only lasts a couple months again? What if it's even shorter this time? These fears eat at her, gnawing away at her enthusiasm. She's talked it over with Renee, but hasn't yet brought it up to anyone else, not wanting to dampen their joy. She will, though. She's learned the hard way the importance of talking things through with her loved ones.

She shakes the thoughts away now, focusing on enjoying this night. The Glee kids, old and new, are responsible for controlling the music at the reception. They're taking turns singing love songs and songs to dance to, in solos and various groups. Mr. And Mrs. Schuester enter the venue dancing and singing, to no one's surprise and everyone's joy. It's a sweet and romantic display. When they finish, they have their first official dance as husband and wife. Then, the original glee girls sing "First Time Ever I Saw Your Face" while other couples joined the newly weds on the dance floor. Mr. Schue insists on dancing with all the girls of Glee (and Kurt, which was sweet and adorable) and Mrs. Schue asked to dance with all the boys. The guys perform "Moves Like Jagger", which has everyone up and dancing. There was lots of dancing and lots of singing and everyone in attendance had a great time. Rachel and Finn lead the the others through "We've Got Tonite", which was a huge hit. She wishes her parents weren't here. They're staying at the hotel tonight and Rachel would love to spend the night in a room with her boyfriend. However, with her parents here, she knows that won't be permitted. For now, she has to focus on enjoying getting to dance with him. Unfortunately, Dr. Reed was also right about her tiring after a long, physically active day. All the glee girls got together to get hair and nails done this morning. Then they got dressed together and headed to the church for the wedding, then danced and sang. She's tired. She danced with Mr. Schue, Finn, all her friends, Scott, and Uncle Burt. Now, she's taking breaks between songs/dances. She hates the fact that this is still happening while she's in remission. Especially knowing that this will continue for a while. An unknown length of time. In remission, but not healthy. For some reason, she's struggling to focus on being happy that she's in remission. Instead, she finds herself annoyed or upset that she's still not completely healthy. When that happens, whoever is with her helps distract her in some way. By the end of the night, she is more than ready for bed. She barely gets into pajamas and her makeup off before flopping on the bed and falling asleep.

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The numbers on the clock mock her. Rachel pulls her eyes away from them and rolls over, staring at the ceiling instead. 11:42. And she's still in bed. She tried getting up earlier, but got dizzy and felt heavy and exhausted. She's in remission. And yet still struggling like this? She hates it. She blinks away tears. A nearby jingle tells her Fiyero is heading her way. She's right. He enters her room and leaps lightly on her bed. He licks her cheek and lays beside her. Rachel curls around him, trying not to be as upset as she is. She's in remission. She's getting better.

So why isn't she able to get out of bed?

Again, tears jump to her eyes. She buries her face in Yero's fur and takes deep breaths. She's in remission. She's getting better. It'll just take time. After another ten minutes, she's able to dry her face and try again. This time, she is successful in her attempt to leave her bed. And she's hungry. She splashes water on her face to make sure no one sees her tear tracks. They've all been so happy and in good moods. She doesn't want to ruin that for them. She spends her shower focusing on positive things so she can go downstairs with a real smile on her face, knowing her mother would see through a fake one. Tomorrow she has an afternoon date with Finn. She hopes she can get up earlier so she's not late for it or rushing.

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A romantic picnic lunch on a beautiful summer day, and no threat of an attack hitting? Rachel is thrilled. She put on a cute sundress and sandals. Finn even ditched his usual jeans for nicer khaki shorts. Rachel walks beside Finn, holding his hand and talking away. He's listening, but seems distracted. She hopes he's not upset about their upcoming return to New York. If he's already this upset about returning, she's not sure how they'll face it. Unable to take it anymore, she pulls them to a stop.

"Are you okay? You're quieter than usual."

His smile is warm. "Yeah. I'm good."

"Are you sure?"

Instead of answering, he gently turns her around. "Look."

They'd walked a ways down a dirt path through a public park near a farm. But then Finn led them off the main path and down a narrower path through thicker trees. It opened up into a clearing that they've been walking through. Finn stopped them about half way through the clearing. Ahead of them is a grove of cherry blossom trees. Her heart skips a beat. Tentatively, not wanting to get her hopes up, Rachel turns to Finn and smiles.

"It's so pretty!"

His grin is knowing and excited. "I remembered what you said. About making love under cherry blossoms."

Rachel's heart beats faster and her stomach flips pleasantly. "You mean…"

He kisses her gently. "If you want. If we feel like it. You're in remission. We've been in a committed relationship for years. We're going to get married one day. We've both wanted this for a long time. And now we can."

Rachel drops the basket she was holding and grabs his face, tugging him down so she can kiss him. When she pulls back, she laughs at both the look on Finn's face and the fact that Fiyero picked up the basket and is carrying it in his mouth. They both look adorable.

"What about Yero? It'll be weird with him watching."

Finn blushes slightly. "I figured we'd tie him to a tree at the edge of the clearing, then head further into the trees."

She nods, satisfied with that. They release Yero and let him run around the clearing as much as he wants while they make out. Finn goes further into the woods to find a good spot for their picnic. He comes back a couple minutes later, reporting that he set up the blankets. Rachel calls for Yero and reattaches his leash. She leads him to a thin tree and wraps the leash around it.

Kneeling before her dog, she talks to him seriously. "I love you. And I love having you around. But Finn and I really really need time alone. I'll leave your bowls here, and a toy, but please be okay with staying here. We'll be back later, okay?"

Yero barks and licks her face. She takes that as approval. As she promised, she sets out two bowls for him. She fills one with water and the other with food. She also sets a toy down for him. Finn drops a couple treats, too. She smirks up at him.

"Bribing him?"

"Can't hurt."

Following Finn to the picnic blanket feels like she's in a wonderful dream. The sweet smell of the trees, the sunlight streaming through the branches, the birds chirping, the light warm breeze, the handsome man…..it's better than she could have ever imagined. They start by eating their lunch, talking casually, and occasionally feeding bites of food to one another. Once they've had their fill, they lay down and make out. Before it goes further, they stop and stare at one another. Finn strokes her cheek.

"You nervous?"

She gives him a small smile. "Kind of."

He nods. "Me too. But I really want to."

"Me, too."

He gives a low laugh. "I know. You've made that very clear. So do I."

"I understood your reasons for waiting and loved you more for it, even as I was cursing your name."

He laughs again, his eyes sparkling. When he calms down, he speaks in a low voice. "We don't need to hold back anymore."

"And I don't want to. But if you're not ready, then I don't mi—"

He cuts her off with a kiss that they quickly deepen. They take their time, doing all the things they're used to doing to get one another worked up. To be honest, it doesn't take very much. Knowing they're completely secluded and they have their own personal intruder alarm, they go ahead and undress without worry. They move slowly, helping each other remove articles of clothing and kissing the newly exposed skin. Naked under the summer sun, a soft blanket beneath them and cherry blossoms above and all around them, but they notice none of it in that moment. All they are aware of is each other. Rachel pushes him onto his back and works her way down, kissing everywhere. She won't lie. She's had him in her mouth before, but the idea of him going anywhere else makes her nervous. He's so damn big that she fears he'll tear her. She also knows he'd never hurt her. Finn tugs her back up and rolls them over so he's on top. It's his turn to slide down her body. Rachel is gasping, one hand gripping the blanket beneath her and the other running through his hair. She wraps her legs around his shoulders. Normally, at this point, he brings her over the edge. This time, he doesn't. He slides back up and leans over her.

"Are you ready?"

She wants to laugh, but it comes out a gasping breath. "I've been ready."

He grins, then kisses her deeply, only pulling away long enough to put on a condom. It amuses her to see the speed and skill of it; he must have practiced numerous times. Sealed in a kiss, he slides into her for the first time. Her eyes shoot open and her breath catches in her throat. He's still going? Holy shit! When he's finally fully inside of her, he stops moving.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, just….give me a sec to get used to this. It's kind of…..big."

The cocky smirk on Finn's face makes her want to roll her eyes. He waits until she starts moving again to match her motions. They move together, slowly at first, then faster, gaining speed. The world falls away. The explosion within causes both of them to freeze and go rigid. Finn drops onto her, gasping. He doesn't stay on top of her long, though. He carefully pulls out and lays on his back on the blanket, still breathing hard. Rachel rolls over and curls into his side, wanting to remain in contact with him. They lay silently for several moments, summer sunshine keeping them warm and cherry blossom flowers gently falling on their naked bodies. Rachel smiles, enjoying the feeling and the sight. The smile grows and she giggles. Her giggles grow until she is laughing heartily. Finn joins her laughter. They laugh and kiss and caress one another. When they're calm, they stare into one another's eyes.

"I love you." Finn whispers.

"I love you more."

"Not possible." He grins.

They go back to cuddling quietly for a couple minutes.

"How was it?" He asks, a tad nervously.

"Incredible." She can see tension visibly ease out of him.

"Was it worth the wait?" He asks her curiously.

She considers that. She has wanted to do this for over a year now. She has pushed to do this for months, getting annoyed with him for always turning her down and insisting they wait. It drove her nuts. But now? To have finally made love to him? It was incredible. And to get to make love for the first time on a gorgeous summer day, in a cherry blossom orchard, with sunshine and flowers gently falling on them? It was so beautiful and magical and nothing will ever top it. It was an incredible experience. She smiles at him.

"Yeah. It was worth the wait. I love you."

"Good. And, uh,…..we don't have to….I mean, we can keep…..this doesn't have to…" She grins at him stumbling over his words.

"Finn? Are you saying we don't have to let this be the only time or wait to do it again? We can finally have sex whenever we want?"

He blushes slightly "Yeah. Look, I've wanted you as badly as you've wanted me. I was just trying to be safe and take care of you. Now that you're in remission, we don't have to worry about anything other than not getting you pregnant just yet."

"Agreed."

They clean up, redress, and gather their belongings. They're smiling the whole time. They've always been close. Their separation and deep talks afterwards really did make them closer, which they hadn't thought possible. But right now, she feels connected to him in a new way. A wonderful way. Feeling closer than ever, they walk back to Fiyero hand in hand.

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"I'm home!" Rachel calls as she walks into the house. Yero heads straight for his favorite toy and starts chewing on it.

Shelby smiles at how happy her daughter clearly is. "Hi, honey. How was your date?"

The absolute joy in her face makes Shelby's heart fill with warm. "Wonderful!"

"I'm so glad to—" Her brain stutters to a halt before restarting. Rachel is now in remission. She no longer has risk of an attack hitting. She and her boyfriend are eighteen. They've been together for years. They intend to get married. Eyes narrowed, she looks Rachel over carefully. Sun kissed skin, slightly wrinkled dress, wind blown hair, rosy cheeks, red swollen lips, sparkling eyes, a bounce in her step…She shakes the thoughts away and lamely finishes her sentence. "—to hear it."

"Thanks!"

Still with a bright smile, Rachel heads into the kitchen and pours herself a glass of lemonade. She's humming happily to herself. Shelby's mind is still whirling. Did she really— She's not sure how she feels about this turn of events. Should she say something? Wait for Rachel to come to her? Then she remembers she did not go to her own mother the first time she had sex. She went to Kelly. She wonders if Rachel will—

"I'm gonna go call Kurt!" Lemonade in hand, Rachel hurries up the stairs to her room.

"Okay." She responds to the empty stairs.

She goes back to folding the laundry, lost in thought. Should she murder Finn? Threaten him? Send Scott to threaten him? But then she thinks about Rachel and Finn's relationship and their closeness. Other than their one break up, Finn has always put Rachel first and taken care of her; physically and emotionally. And he makes her baby girl happy. Finally, Shelby smiles.

"I'm happy for them. I'll still murder him if he hurts her." She tells Yero. The dog stops gnawing on his dinosaur and raises his ears up to hear her better. "I mean it. And I expect you to help."

Yero barks in agreement, his tail thumping the floor with every wag.

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Their family is celebrating both Shelby and Scott's one year anniversary and Rachel's remission. Scott's parents are here, too. It's a big party. Shelby is thrilled and wants to share her joy, even if her daughter is less pleased. Rachel normally loves parties, but this time she seems hesitant to celebrate. The mother isn't sure how much of it is because Rachel is afraid of a short remission and how much of it is because she doesn't think she really "did" anything. That had been startling to Shelby. Rachel doesn't think she "did" anything to go into remission. They'd had a long discussion with Renee about it and finally Rachel relented and acknowledged that she truly fought this illness; even if it was just resting when needed or keeping a positive attitude or leaning on someone when she was upset or unwell. She kept going. The teen doesn't seem to realize how much of a battle that alone can be. Keep going. And Rachel never stopped. Hell, she barely let it slow her down. And yet the kid doesn't see that as anything to celebrate. With Renee's help, she acknowledged that sometimes it was really hard to keep going but she forced herself to anyway. Still, she's not as enthusiastic about this party as Shelby had hoped she'd be.

The mother watches her now from the corner of her eye. She's chatting with Amy and smiling, but Shelby knows that smile. It's the calmer version of her show smile. It's not entirely real. All day she's accepted all hugs happily and seems to have enjoyed talking to everyone. Any time anyone focuses on her remission, her smile becomes fake and her eyes lose their shine, flitting about nervously. Finally, Shelby can't take it anymore. She meant what she said when she told Rachel she'll just have to deal with whatever celebration she wants, but not like this. Not with Rachel clearly unhappy and holding back. She excuses herself from her conversation with her brother and interrupts her daughter's conversation with her aunt.

"Hey, you two. Can I steal Rachel away for a couple minutes?"

"Of course!" Amy squeezes Rachel's arm and joins her sons at the table where food has been set up.

Shelby leads Rachel back inside and into her old room, shutting the door behind them. "What's going on?"

Rachel gives her a weird look. "Shouldn't I be asking you that? You're the one who pulled me away from everyone."

She sits on the edge of the bed, debating how to phrase her question. She decides to be blunt. "Are you okay?"

There's a minuscule twitch in Rachel's cheek before she nods. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Don't lie to me."

Rachel opens her mouth, clearly prepared to argue, but thankfully stops herself. The eighteen year old's mask slowly comes down, revealing the scared girl within. "I'm in remission," she says softly.

"You are." Shelby confirms just as softly.

"I'm on the mend."

"You are."

Rachel's face crumbles even as she battles herself to keep her composure. "Then why can't I just be happy?"

Shelby pulls her down onto the bed with her and into her arms. She'd wanted Rachel herself to say the words, but realizing how scared and upset she is, she knows she's going to have to be the one to voice it. Her heart hurts for her daughter. "Because you're scared. You're afraid it'll be a short reprieve again and it'll all come back. And I understand. It's okay to be scared and to be happy at the same time."

Rachel bursts into tears. "I just want it to be over! Completely over! But it won't be!"

"They'll find a cure."

"When?!"

The mother's heart twists. When is the question she's been asking herself for over three years. And she has no answer. She rocks her daughter, doing her best to soothe both their hearts. Rachel's tears calm after several minutes. Shelby sits her up and uses her thumbs to gently wipe away the last of Rachel's tears.

"We need to focus on right now. And right now, you are in remission. You're getting better. You're on the mend. It'll take a little longer than we'd like, but it is happening. I'll schedule another session with Renee for you, but try to focus on what is and not what may or may not come. You are getting healthy. You will get there one day. Today, celebrate that you don't have to deal with any attacks. That alone is a huge deal, right?"

Rachel nods. "Yeah. It really is." She takes a deep breath and lifts her chin. "Okay. Thanks, Mom."

"Any time, princess. Now, are you ready to go back and celebrate?"

"Yes."

"Do you think it'll keep upsetting you?"

Rachel considers this for a moment before shrugging. "I'll just focus on the good things. Like no more attacks or severe nosebleeds or anything."

"Good girl. Talk to me or come here to escape if you get overwhelmed or upset. It's okay to take a minute for yourself." She grins slightly. "This wasn't supposed to actually be torture for you."

She huffs a laugh. "I know that. So what is my torture?"

"The fact that I'll be joining you in New York for a little while." Shelby reveals. She wasn't going to say anything yet, but decides there's no point hiding it. She wants more timer with her little girl.

Her heart lifts when Rachel smiles excitedly at that. "Really?"

"Really. Now let's go, we can't miss the whole party."

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"What are you doing?"

Rachel looks up at her mom in confusion. Her mom knows exactly where she's going. "Going to the mall with Mercedes and Tina."

Her mom smiles slightly and points to Yero. "I mean why are you putting his service animal vest on him?"

Rachel looks down. Her brain stalls out for a moment before clearing. "Oh my god. He doesn't need this anymore."

"No, he doesn't."

She frowns. "But that also means he can't come with me everywhere anymore."

"He doesn't need to, honey. You're not sick."

Rachel grins. "I'm just so used to putting it on him and taking him with me." Her smile slips. "It kind of sucks not taking him."

"You'll get used to it. Don't worry, I'll take him for a walk while you're out."

Frowning, she reluctantly removes the vest and stands. Yero whines, ears low and tail twitching. She scratches his head. "It's alright, Yero. You can be a normal dog now. No more job to do."

She puts the leash away and grabs her purse. When she opens the front door, Yero barks and runs in front of her, blocking her from exiting the house. He bumps into her legs, herding her back inside. When she tries to step around him, he anxiously circles her catching the hem of her skirt with his teeth. Rachel freezes, not wanting her skirt to tear.

"Fiyero, let go." He does so instantly, but with a whine. His whines turn to cries as she walks towards the door once more. Rachel sighs. "I'll ease him into this, Mom."

Her mom is biting her lip. "I guess that's the best way to do it. I didn't consider how hard it'd be for him to let you leave the house without him."

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The whole extended family had a fun "beach" day at the lake. Rachel had fun swimming with her family. Yero enjoyed it to, running on the sand, digging holes, and swimming in the water. She laughed as Scott and Uncle Mark tossed her into deeper water. She laughed just as much when she and Abby tossed Dylan into the water while Tyler tossed Oliver. They swam, napped in the sun (well, she, Abby, and Tyler did), played games, and had a fun day. Rachel started taking Yero out of the house without his vest more often to help him adjust. She has also started taking short trips (even just a walk around the block) without him to help ease him into letting her leave the house without him. It was rough and Rachel felt horrible for distressing him, but he does need to learn to let her go places without him now. She'd be happy to always have him with her, but he needs to learn that he won't always go. A horrible thought hits her.

"Mom?" Both Scott and her mother look up from the puzzle they're assembling on the coffee table. "I don't…..I don't have to leave Fiyero here, do I? When I go back to New York?"

Her parents share a look. Scott clears his throat and answers her gently. "Well…..it might be best. He's a big dog. He needs room to run around."

"True," Her mom concedes, "but he spent a year living in New York with her and he's healthy and happy, right?"

"Also true." Scott nods. "I guess it's up to you, princess. Are you taking him with you?"

Rachel looks over at where Yero is gnawing on a bone. She doesn't want to be without him. She loves him and is used to him always being there. However, she also loves him enough to want what's best for him. And that isn't staying in a townhouse in New York. On the other hand, Yero is still struggling with letting her leave the house without him. She doesn't want to distress him, so she decides to leave it to him.

"It'll be his choice." At their confused looks, she elaborates. "When it's time to leave, if he is willing to stay here, I'll leave him. If he refuses to stay, he'll come with me." Her parents have odd looks on their faces as they go back to their puzzle. They're holding back laughter. It annoys her. She shifts her weight and narrows her eyes. "What?"

"Nothing." They say lightly.

Irked, Rachel crosses her arms. "No, what?"

Scott snorts and lowers his head even more. Her mother tosses a puzzle piece at him before sighing and looking to Rachel. "Honey, he's going to choose you. He always wants to go with you. I think he'd learn to accept staying here without you, but I also think he'd be happier in New York with you. For now, at least. Maybe as he gets used to not going everywhere with you, he'll prefer a life here with us. But he's your dog. Your friend. You two are always together. It's okay to take him with you, it's just funny that you're making it sound like it'll be his choice. You will always be his choice and you know it."

Rachel drops her arms and sighs. "Fine."

She ignores her parents chuckling as she goes upstairs.

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"Are you up for this or am I just gonna be wasting my time?"

Rachel, who had just walked into the dance studio, rolls her eyes. "I'm up for it. I'm not 100% healthy, but I'm in remission. I'm good to go."

Since this is her first day of make up classes this summer, she let Fiyero join her. She won't bring him tomorrow, though. As promised, she let Yero choose and as everyone expected, he refused to let her leave without him. It was actually adorable. When she tried to get in her mom's SUV, he came running with both his leash and his favorite dinosaur toy in his mouth and leaped into the car ahead of her. He then plopped down and stared at her defiantly. Laughing, she pet him and cooed over how much she loves him. Her mother is staying with her in New York for the week. Sam, Noah, and Brittany are here as well. Noah has work and Sam's classes are starting up again this week. Brittany is running a dance class for little kids that starts next week and she needs this week to prepare and finalize details with the school. Santana has work as well, but flat out said she doesn't care and is taking a few more days off to hang out in Lima with her family and other friends. Kurt and Blaine will be coming by the end of the week. Blaine is thrilled to be moving in even if he has to bunk with Noah in the small attic room. Finn had wanted to return when Rachel did, but she convinced him not to for two reasons. For starters, they've been far more physical since making love for the first time. They've had a hard time keeping their hands off one another; more so than usual. The last thing Rachel wants is to fall into temptation and be caught having sex with Finn by her mother. Finn had laughed at her reasoning but agreed to stay in Ohio until the end of the week. Her other reason was more important, however. She knows he hates the city. She wants to help him get as much time in Ohio as he wants to recharge before returning to the city.

Fiyero jumps onto the bench in his usual spot and Rachel sets her bag down next to him. Cassandra July looks up at her from her spot stretching on the floor.

"Oh, that's right. Forgive me for not standing and applauding for you for going into remission. But I think you got enough of that at your little benefit."

Rachel raises an eyebrow. "You watched the benefit?"

Cassie huffs. "Brody Weston is my TA, remember? He told me he was going to Ohio for it. So yeah, I watched. Whatever."

She smirks at her instructor. "You at least smiled when you heard the news."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. Because it means you get to insult me for another year."

Cassie's lips twitch. "Just get your scrawny ass in position already."

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With Santana still in Ohio, Rachel's mom was able to sleep in her bed for the week. Rachel went to campus every day to work with Cassandra July and Carmen Tibideaux. Cassie was as insulting as always, and yet more relaxed with just them. They even managed to make each other laugh a few times and have fun dancing; despite the woman's penchant for snark and insults. Rachel rose to the challenge and gave as good as she got…..respectfully, since Cassie is her professor. Madam Tibideaux was as stern as always, and yet she too seemed more relaxed when it was just the two of them. The woman's voice was more casual and warm, but she still expected perfection and pushed for it. Rachel thrives on that, so it went well. She hates how she still struggles to get up some mornings and tires after a busy day, but tries not to let it upset her. In the evenings, she has dinner with her mom and whoever else is home. If she's home early enough and not too tired, they go out and do something fun. At the end of the week her mom returned to Ohio. By then, the rest of her friends had returned to the townhouse.

As much as Rachel enjoyed having her mom around for a week, she was equally pleased to see her leave. She loves her mom, but she's eighteen and healthy-ish and wants to live her way. Besides, she wants more time with Finn. Since the first time they made love, they've had a harder time than usual keeping their hands to themselves. That's why Finn agreed to stay in Ohio while her mom was in New York. He returned to New York the day before her mom left. The night she left, Finn and Rachel locked her bedroom door and blasted music. The others teased them mercilessly, but didn't tattle or stop them.

Blaine Anderson officially moved into the house. They're out of room, so he has to squeeze into the small attic room with Noah, but neither guy particularly minds. Blaine already said he won't spend much time in that room. He'll be in there to sleep, that's it. He'll spend majority of his time in other rooms around the house. Rachel was thrilled to have her best friend living with them and equally thrilled to see how much happier Kurt is now. The rest of the summer flies by.

Her first monthly treatment in New York went smoothly with the support of her friends. They all focused on the positive side; these current treatments are just to make sure she doesn't relapse quickly. Her first migraine since being told she was in remission was hard. Not just physically, but emotionally. She knew it was a possibility she'd still get them, but hates that she doesn't know if they'll ever go away completely. She curled on her bed, breathing through the pain, with Kurt and Blaine curled on either side of her, cocooning her. Rachel has been training Yero to stay home more often. It was a real battle at first. He'd whine or bark and try to shove his leash into her hand. He'd try to run out the door with her. If she snuck out while someone distracted him, he'd start barking and running around the townhouse as soon as he realized she wasn't there. But now he's learning. He hates it, but doesn't fight her anymore. She still puts the vest on him once in a while and takes him with her on errands. When the others asked her why, she'd smirked.

"Well, I know I no longer need the assistance of a service animal, but strangers don't. And they don't need to." They'd laughed. But then she'd shrugged awkwardly. "But I have other reasons, too. What if I relapse? What if an attack comes? Yero can sense it and let me know."

Finn took her hand. "Rach, you're fine. You're in remission. You're not gonna relapse. Even on the slim chance you do, it won't be this soon. Even last time it was five months."

"I know, but….right now, I feel better having him around."

They'd backed off, wanting her to be comfortable. "Okay."

"And my other reason is I can finally leave the house without any of you. I can go out on my own. But I'm not used to it. Having Fiyero with me means I'm not completely alone and I know for a fact he'll fight off anyone who tries to attack me."

They were quite pleased with that. They all remember how he fought off Rick Nelson in the park their senior year.

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She did frame her lollipop. Some of her friends had teased her for it, but the teasing stopped when the saw the final product. She'd superglued it to the center of a blank canvas. Above it, she wrote "Tastes like" and below it she wrote "victory". She'd written it in fancy lettering, making it look nice. Despite their initial teasing, everyone loved it and wanted it hung in the living room. She left it there for two weeks, then decided she wanted it in her room, above her bed, as a daily reminder.

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Santana has decided to cut back on her waitressing job, making it part time, and go to college. She's not 100% certain what she wants to do, though. She's torn between being a nurse (though she's uncertain she'll be able to be nice to all patients), working for Child Protective Services, working as a publicist for famous people, or working for an advertising company. She loves singing, but not to the degree that Rachel, Kurt, Blaine, and Mercedes do. She loves dancing, but not to the degree Brittany and Mike do. She'd love to be famous in some way, but she's not sure how. So she's decided to just go to college and start taking basic classes and go from there. Classes start back up at NYADA and Rachel, Kurt, and Blaine eagerly fall into the routine. Rachel is thrilled to have a better start this year than last. She's healthier, Yero isn't with her on campus anymore, she's more confident, she's well known in a positive way, and she has friends. She greets and is greeted by classmates happily.

Rachel hasn't been this happy in a long time. Even her monthly treatments and occasional bad day, health wise, don't keep her down. Things are looking up. Still, she can't fully relax. Part of her is nervously waiting for the five month mark, waiting to see if she relapses again. The others are great at reassuring her and distracting her. Finn especially. Being able to have sex now is amazing. But now that they're once again busy with classes, they have less time for dates.

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Cassandra July surveys her newest class of students. Freshmen always annoy her. Very few can keep up with her demands. It's a great way to weed out those undeserving of being here. Or pushing those who do but need a challenge. Like Rachel Berry. She'd heard Rachel and Kurt talk about Blaine Anderson, so she will watch him closely. He's not in this particular class. The students are talking as they stretch and warm up. She likes listening in to get an idea of what gossip is going around campus.

"I heard Ms. July killed a student last year."

Cassie freezes mid stretch, her eyes widening. What the fuck?

"Well I heard she runs her classes to death and that's why someone died. In her class!"

"I heard she kept dancing around the dead body!"

"This can't be real. She wouldn't still be working here."

"And we'd have heard of a student dying on campus, right? That'd have been like, in the news or something?"

Cassie turns and shares a look with Brody. The man is struggling to keep from laughing. She glares at him and he coughs quietly, averting his eyes. Aggravated, she abruptly stands.

"Alright! Line up!"

The students instantly snap to attention.

Huh. Interesting.

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"Berry!"

Rachel, Lydia, and Devon cut off their conversation to turn to Ms. July. "Yes?"

"Don't 'yes' me! What the hell have you been telling people?"

"What are you talking about?"

Cassandra tosses her hands up in the air. "About last year! Dying in my class!"

Rachel's mouth falls open. "What?"

"Yesterday, my newest batch of freshman were talking about how I killed a student last year! Or how I ran my classes so hard someone died!"

Rachel's eyes are popping out of her head. Behind her, Lydia and Devon and muffling laughter behind their hands. "I haven't said anything! The only freshman I've spoken to is Blaine and he obviously knows the truth already. I haven't talked to anyone about nearly dying last year. I swear!"

"Well they found out somehow and now they're all terrified of my class."

"And that's my fault?" She asks incredulously.

"You're the student who nearly died!"

"If they knew it was me, they'd know I didn't actually die." She points out, not wanting the blame for this. They were just starting to get along over the summer. "Clearly, I'm still alive."

Cassandra sighs and turns away. "Whatever. Just don't go scaring my freshmen."

Brody is leaning against the piano. "You've gotta admit, the class went very smoothly with no one complaining or slacking off."

"Shut up, Weston. Oh, and don't expect any special treatment this year, Schwimmer. You're not sick anymore, so you have the same expectations as everyone else."

Rachel holds back a grin. "I can live with that."

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"Your audition was great, Rachel. I don't need to hear it again. Look, this film is my senior thesis and I'd really like you to be a part of it. Any questions?"

"Your script, Electra—It's so raw and personal. I just was wondering, um—'Come Back to Me, Grandmother: A Journey into Alzheimer's—is that you and your grandmother?"

"The grandmother slipping into dementia is…..an allegory. Obviously."

"Of course." Rachel pretends to understand.

"Of the end of the world."

Rachel blinks. Huh?

"You would be playing both me and, in the black and white flashbacks, my grandmother."

She shakes off her confusion and reservations. This is a good experience for her. Rachel Berry on film, before she gets on stage. "Okay."

"If you're willing to go on this adventure with me."

"I—I would be honored. I would."

"Great. There's just one thing. You will have to be topless in the ballroom scene with Titus. It's not going to be a problem, is it?"

Rachel's stomach sinks. Topless? Then she reminds herself: new lease on life, no holding back. "No." She utters out meekly.

"Great. I'll text you the rehearsal schedule."

Rachel heads to the dance studio with her head in the clouds, completely torn. This is a great opportunity for her. A senior wants her to star in her film. But topless….

"I'm a strong and confident woman." She swears she can hear her mother's voice in her head. Artists expose their souls, not their flesh. She hates feeling so torn.

"Yes, you are."

Rachel spins around and faces Brody. "What are you doing here?"

"Practicing for my audition."

"You got a callback?" She asks excitedly.

Brody grins proudly. "I did! So I've gotta rehearse."

"Congrats, Brody, that's amazing! Do you want help preparing?"

"I might take you up on that later, but Cassie already offered. She'll be here soon."

"Sorry. I'll leave. I thought it'd be empty so I could…..think."

"It usually is. What do you need to think about? Being a strong and confident woman?"

She groans. "Right. You heard that."

"Yup. And you are. So what's going on?"

"Electra asked me to be in her film."

"That's awesome, congrats!"

"Thanks, but I'm already having reservations."

"Why?"

"There's gonna be a topless scene."

"So?"

"So?! Brody, topless! Me with no shirt! Or bra!"

"Rachel, I thought you were hot last year when I first saw you, remember? You're even hotter this year. Not just because you're healthier now and put on some weight in all the right places, but also because your body is maturing. You look a little older and a little more mature now. You look more like an adult with every passing month. You're not a little girl anymore. You're a woman. A very hot, sexy woman."

She shifts awkwardly. Generally she soaks in compliments happily. In this situation, with it being Brody, she's less comfortable. "Thanks, but I'm still not comfortable with it. But I also don't want to miss out on this opportunity."

"I say do it. We're artists! At some point in our careers, we're gonna be expected to go naked. Especially you. Other stars show their breasts. Don't stress about it so much. Be proud of your body."

She flounders for another excuse. "I have a scar. Two, actually. One small one from where they had to insert a tube in my side. I know that one's not very noticeable, but the one on my chest is. The one from my chest port when I was getting weekly treatments in high school."

She touches it self-consciously. Brody's face is sympathetic as he comes closer. He gently pulls her shirt down to reveal the mark. She pulls back, not comfortable with him exposing her skin even that little bit. She reminds herself that he's a friend and just being supportive.

"It's barely noticeable. And you're hot with or without the scar." He assures her. "You're smoking."

Her stomach is twisting. "Thanks, Brody. I'll leave you to your rehearsing. I'm gonna….I'm just gonna head home."

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"No you're not. You are a serious actress. You don't do nudity." Kurt insists.

Rachel sighs. "I know, but it's an incredible opportunity. I'm not really comfortable with it, but it's bound to happen one day, right? Why not start now? We're growing up."

"Since when does growing up include being naked in front of others?! You're not doing a porno!"

"Did I just hear porno?" Sam sticks his head in the room.

"Talk some sense into her, please! She's thinking of doing a topless scene in a student art film."

"Oh." Sam steps into the room. "Um…..I can see how that'd be bad, but…..I also see how it'd not be bad."

"See?"

"Never mind, go away, Sam. Rachel, you already admitted to being uncomfortable with it. I think that's all you need to know to drop this."

"Santana and Brittany have already given their support for it." Rachel admits.

"Of course they have! They have no shame or modesty! Need I remind you they made a sex tape our senior year?" Kurt continues to argue. Then he tilts his head. "Have you spoken to your mother or boyfriend about this yet?"

Rachel swallows. "No. I don't—I—I've been busy, so I don't talk to my mom everyday anymore. And Finn is staying late on campus to work on a project, so he hasn't even gotten home yet."

"Talk to him."

"I will. No matter what I want, I wouldn't go through with this if he didn't want me to. My body is mine, but….it's kind of his, too, you know?"

For the first time since this conversation began, Kurt relaxes. "Good. Until he gets home, call Quinn and Mercedes."

He leaves the room. Rachel sighs but agrees and makes the calls. Mercedes instantly tells her to skip it. She basically says what Rachel told herself earlier. "Artists reveal their souls, not their bodies." Rachel thanked her and calls Quinn.

"Think about the two-two-two rule. In two weeks, how are you gonna feel about the nude scene?"

"Pretty good, I'd imagine." Rachel says with less certainty than she'd like. "It's exciting."

Quinn ignores that and powers on. "Then, how are you gonna feel about it two months from now?"

"I don't know. Nervous? Worried it may not even be good?"

"Rachel, it's a student film. It's not gonna be good."

"Fair point." She mumbles.

"And two years from now? How are you gonna feel about it then?"

"Guilty. Just hoping my kids won't ever see it online." A thrill goes through her at the thought of kids. It's a possibility she can think of now.

"Oh, they'll see it. And they will never be the same."

"Quinn!"

"What? You brought it up, I'm just sharing my honest opinion. I care about you. I don't think you should do this. But if you do, at least go into it having thought it through carefully."

"Alright. Thank you, Quinn."

There is no way she's talking to her mother about this. Too awkward. And she knows what she'd say. She's also fairly sure she knows what Finn will say, but wants to hear it from him. He gets home just in time for dinner. After, she asks to speak to him privately in her room.

"I got the part."

"That's amazing! Do you wanna celebrate?"

"Hold on. I…..I have to ask you something first."

"Sure, what?"

"How would you feel if I told you there's a topless scene in it?"

His mouth falls open and he looks away. "Topless? Nude?"

"Yeah. Just one scene."

"Just." He laughs without any humor. He stares down at the floor for several long moments. "How do you feel about it?"

"Uncomfortable. But not uncomfortable enough to immediately say no."

He finally faces her, his expression serious. "I'm…..I'm not comfortable with it. I don't wanna hold you back from anything. Ever. But babe, this isn't like a professional show or movie or anything. Even then I wouldn't be happy with it, but…now? It's a student film. The director is a student. You're a student. It just….doesn't feel right. I don't like the idea of people being able to see you….how only I should be able to see you. I'm sorry."

She leans forward and kisses him. He watches her warily. "Okay. I won't do it."

Finn breaks out into a relieved smile. "Really?"

"Really. I wasn't going to do it if you weren't comfortable with it. And I wasn't completely comfortable with it myself."

"I'm glad you agree with me, but Rach, it shouldn't have taken me saying no to get you to not do it. If you were uncomfortable, that should have been an automatic no from you."

"I know, I just…..I technically have this third chance at life. I wanna try everything. Do everything. Experience everything, you know? I thought this would be a great opportunity for me. A great experience. Until she said topless, then I froze. And, um…there's something else I want you to know."

He sits up straighter. "What?"

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Finn is glad Rachel's information is correct. Brody Weston is alone in the dance studio rehearsing for his chorus member callback. Finn shuts the door behind him. Brody stops dancing and turns to him in surprise. He instantly relaxes and grins.

"Hey, Finn! What's going on, man? Looking for Rachel?"

"No. I'm looking for you."

Brody is clearly surprised. They get along, but only because of Rachel. They don't hang out without her. "Oh. Okay. What can I do for you?"

"You can keep your hands off my girl."

Brody stammers. "I…I didn't…."

"Yeah, you did. You made her uncomfortable."

"I didn't mean to."

"I didn't really think you did. Neither does she." Finn agrees easily. "But….I also know you really do find her hot. I mean, who doesn't, right? She's got a smoking hot body and killer pipes. She's also sweet and brave and just…..incredible."

"All I did w—"

"I know what you did. Rachel told me. You just pulled her shirt down a little to convince her that the scar from her chest port isn't obvious or detract from her beauty in any way. But you still put your hands on my girl. When she had a severe attack in here and nearly died, you had no choice but to pull her clothes off to use the defibrillator thing. You helped save her life. You dance with her a lot, too. But all these things are necessary and helpful. What you did yesterday wasn't. You didn't have to put your hands on her like that, tugging her clothes down to reveal her skin."

"It was just—"

"I'm not done talking." He waits until he's sure he's has Brody's full attention. "I like you well enough. So does Rachel. We're all friends. But all your comments and compliments about how hot she is makes her uncomfortable. She smiles through them, but inside, she doesn't like it. She never says anything because she doesn't want to seem unkind or rude or anything. So I'm saying it for her. Stop with the comments about her body. Stop tugging on her clothes. And while we're on the topic, stop staring at her ass when you think no one notices. Only touch her when it is strictly necessary or in a completely platonic way. Never touch her when it's only the two of you unless it's life or death."

"I—"

"Just agree, man. 'Cause if you don't I'm gonna have to start punching you to make my point clear. And that'll upset Rach. She doesn't want you to be hurt. Back off my future wife. Got it?"

They stare at one another silently for several long moments. Finn can tell Brody is sizing him up. Finally, Brody gives in and nods.

"Alright. Sorry, man. And I'll apologize to Rachel next time I see her. I never meant to make her uncomfortable. Or you."

"Thanks. I appreciate it and I know she will, too."

Finn turns and walks away, glad he didn't have to punch the guy and yet half disappointed he didn't get to.

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"I'm sorry. I respect you and I respect your movie, but I'm not ready to do a topless scene."

"Then you should have told me that when I first asked you!"

"I was telling you the truth when I said yes, and I'm telling you the truth now. I think it's okay for actresses to be naked and—and maybe someday I'll be ready. But I realized that I'm not ready to be naked now."

Electra sighs. "I guess it's better to know now before we begin filming. Fine. Whatever. I'll find someone willing."

Rachel watches her walk away, glad to only feel relieved. A throat clearing behind her startles her. Brody is standing there sheepishly.

"I have some apologizing to do, too. I'm sorry for putting my hands on you and making you feel uncomfortable. I didn't mean to make you feel that way. Seriously. And I'll stop with the compliments, too, but that's gonna be hard." He smiles charmingly.

"Thanks, Brody. I appreciate it."

"I do wish you would have just told me yourself instead of sending your boyfriend to deliver the message." He admits.

"I didn't ask him to. I told him about how I felt and he told me he was going to talk to you. I didn't really have a say in that other than to ask him not to hurt you. And since you can still walk and talk, I'm guessing he listened."

Brody smiles slightly, looking less than pleased, but then brushes it off. "Yeah. He was polite."

"Good. I've gotta get to my next class, but I'll see you later."

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He stares at the paper menagerie on his entertainment shelf. He remembers Carole, Kurt, Rachel, and Shelby folding them when Rachel was in stage four and didn't have the energy for anything more than that. He hates remembering those months. He hates recalling how weak she'd been. How she could barely stand on her own, needed help walking, barely ate, and slept most of the time. He hated how hard all of her attacks were for her at that time, and how frequent. When Burt thinks of that time period, his heart hurts. It fills him with fear that it'll happen again. That he'll have to watch his daughter waste away again. The pain, the fear…it was hard on all of them to watch her suffer through. Footsteps approach.

"She's in remission, Burt. She's fine."

"What is she relapses again? It's been four months. Last time it only lasted five. What if we get a call in a month telling us she relapsed?"

Carole steps in front of him. "That won't happen. She's getting stronger every day. We talked to all three of the kids yesterday. All three sound great. Things are going well. She's fine. But, on the off chance she relapses, we'll support her just as we did last time."

Burt sighs. "I just…..I don't her to have to go through that again." He points to the paper animals. "She barely survived. Then it came back. Now she's doing well, but that could change."

"Burt, stop looking at the origami as a bad memory. I keep them there as a positive one."

"How? She was stage four and dying when you all made those."

Carole smiles softly. "It's a daily reminder of hope, Burt. Of making the best of a bad situation and not giving up. A reminder that things get better. Besides, it was a happy day. We laughed and talked and had fun. A happy memory. But if they're upsetting you, we can put them away."

"No." Burt says softly. "No, I just….I didn't think of it like that. I like that."

Carole changes the subject. "What'd Kurt say when you told him we're going to Jamaica?"

Burt laughs. "He went on a jealous rant about how we waited until they're in New York to go. What'd Finn say when you told him?"

Carole chuckles. "To bring back some marijuana."

Burt laughs at that. "Rachel made a joke hinting at that as well. It actually made me wonder why we didn't try that to help her relax when she was really sick. There's medical marijuana for a reason, after all."

"Because it would have had a poor interaction with the prescribed drugs she was on at the time."

"Oh. Right."

"Have you talked to Shelby about your fears?"

"She has the same fears. I don't wanna add to that."

"It's more reason to talk to her. The two of you…..you're both her parents….and you're both sort of siblings. I think it'd be good for both of you to talk it through. You can help each other."

Burt nods. "Alright. They're coming over for dinner tomorrow. We'll talk then."

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"Berry!"

Rachel sighs but stays back, wondering what this will be about. She and Cassie have had a better relationship this year, less contentious, but the woman still insults her fairly often. On the bright side, she doesn't call Rachel 'Schwimmer' much anymore. It's mostly 'Berry'.

"Yes?"

"I don't have a TA this week while Brody is out sick. Can you stay back and help with my one freshman class? They're so pathetic that even you can show them a thing or two."

Rachel raises an eyebrow. Instead of saying the snarky comment that came to mind, she nods. "Sure."

She sets her bag down before sending a quick text to Kurt and Blaine that she'll be staying later on campus than intended. Thankfully, now that she's in remission, they don't have to wait around for her. They can go home and she can go home later on her own when she's ready. The class begins and Cassandra introduces Rachel as her temporary TA. Class goes smoothly, though Rachel can see why Cassandra asked her to help out. They're a little rough around the edges. Rachel moves around the room, assisting students as needed….which is often. She and Cassandra demonstrate the moves multiple times for them. At one point, Rachel is demonstrating a move for a girl when a guy, Raj, dances too close at the wrong moment. Rachel's foot goes right between the guy's legs, hitting his family jewels. Poor Raj instantly drops, cupping himself.

"Oh, God!"

"I am so sorry! Are you okay?" Rachel frets, feeling awful.

There are actual tears in the guy's eyes. "You're a woman. You've never felt pain like this before."

Rachel's face goes blank. She glances at Cassie, whose eyebrows are raised and has a smirk on her face. "Nope. You're right. I've never felt pain quite like that before. Sorry again."

Cassie barks out a laugh. "Get up Raj. Rachel's dealt with far worse and handled it better than you. Walk it off."

The incredulous teen cowers before them. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, get up!" Cassie snaps, her patience waning.

They share a quick grin before resuming class. Raj walks tentatively off to the side, still gingerly cupping himself. When class ends, Cassie stops Rachel yet again.

"I do feel bad for kicking Raj."

Cassie shrugs. "It'll be a good lesson for him. Situational awareness. He needs to be more aware of his body and those around him."

"I noticed that with a lot of them, actually. They're so focused on themselves, they aren't watching the people around them when they should be."

"I agree. Glad you noticed. Thanks for your help today. You didn't do half bad."

Rachel rolls her eyes. "You wouldn't have asked me if you thought I'd suck."

Cassie ignores that. "Would you be able to cover as TA for that class? You can't help out with classes above you, since you're only a sophomore and the other freshman class is during one of your classes, but this one…."

"Yeah, I'd be happy to."

"Good. See you tomorrow. Since you now have my dance class every day." She teases. "No more easy path with less classes." Rachel chuckles and turns to leave. "Hey," Rachel turns back. "I do want to ask…..how are you doing?"

Rachel is surprised. She had a feeling Cassandra actually cared about her last year, and they get along better this year, but to have her directly ask how she is? It's a pleasant surprise. "Better." Cassandra waves her hand, clearly waiting for more. "I still have rough mornings."

"I did hear that you sometimes slip into Professor Einheart's class a few minutes after it starts."

"Yeah. I hate that, but my body doesn't always cooperate in the mornings. It's happening less and less often, though. So is the dizziness and the headaches."

"I thought you got dizzy in class last week."

"And I thought I hid it well." Rachel admits. They'd been practicing a dance move where you're on the ground and get up very quickly. Her body did not like that.

"You did. But I have a good eye."

"Wait….is that why you asked me to refill your water bottle for you?"

"Yeah, I figured you could use a little break."

"Thanks."

"No problem. But that's why I need to ask how you're actually doing."

"Better. Seriously. No more attacks. The dizziness is rare these days. No more nose bleeds or nausea. Headaches still happen but rarely. I get tired after a long day. That's it."

"So you're tired now."

"A little, yeah. I'll go to bed early. No big deal."

"Can you help out as TA with this class and still keep up with your regular classes?"

"Yes."

"Alright then."

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"But it's your turn!"

"No it's not! I did it last time."

"I'll do it." Blaine sighs.

"No, don't jump in and be the hero. Puck needs to take out the trash." Kurt says, glaring at the mohawked guy.

"I did it last time!" Puck snaps. "Why am I the only one who takes out the trash?"

"You're not! We all do it."

"Except Berry. Make her do it."

"She's still not 100% healthy." Finn argues. "Just take it out, Puck."

Puck huffs. "Fine."

He's still grumbling as he grabs the trash bags and carries them outside.

"It's not that big a deal." Rachel says. "We all help gather the trash in one place and someone is responsible for carrying it outside to the trash can, then bringing the trash can to the curb. And it's only once a week. I can start taking out the trash."

"No, it can wait. Besides, Puck just didn't want to go out in the rain." Brittany says dismissively.

"Alright. Well, I am doing better and I'm happy to take on more tasks around the house."

"You do plenty." Kurt insists. "You do your own laundry, you do your share of the cooking, and you help clean. Puck barely does those things."

"Fine, just putting the offer out there."

Rachel gets up to refill her water glass. Kurt watches her and thinks of how much more calm everyone is now that she's doing better. She still has the occasional rough morning or comes home tired after a tough day, but nothing like before. She had treatment yesterday that was rougher than the one before it. She'd been upset and he'd felt awful. The others did their best to cheer her up despite their own fears that maybe she's getting close to relapsing. They don't really think so, but it is a possibility and she—

Shattering glass from the kitchen has everyone jumping up. Kurt's heart lodges in his throat. Did she get dizzy? Did she faint? Did she have an attack? Has she already relapsed? The entire group in the living room moves in unison to rush to the kitchen to check on Rachel. Kurt shoves past Sam.

"Are you okay?"

Rachel is waving them off. "Stay back, there's broken glass all over. And someone keep Yero back if he comes downstairs, please."

"What happened? Are you alright?" Blaine asks, trying to hide his obvious panic.

Rachel sighs. "I'm fine. The glass just slipped from my hand."

"Are you sure that's all it was?" Santana asks pointedly.

Kurt hates the look on Rachel's face. She's just as nervous as them, but also annoyed with their overreaction. "Yeah. The glass was wet and slippery. That's it."

"Alright." Finn immediately placates. "Hop up on the counter so you don't step on any glass. We'll get a broom and sweep it up."

Rachel nods and does as suggested. She hops up on the counter and sits with her legs swinging. Brittany has already grabbed a broom and begun sweeping up the shattered glass. Puck comes back inside dripping water and glowering. His glower vanishes the moment he walks into the kitchen and takes in the scene.

"What happened?" Before anyone can answer, he's looking to Rachel still sitting on the counter. "You okay?"

She sighs tiredly and Kurt feels bad for her. He wonders if they'll ever be able to truly relax when it comes to her. Thankfully she understands their worry. "I'm fine, Noah. I just dropped a glass."

His eyes take in everyone's calm demeanors before nodding. "Alright. Then I'm gonna go put on dry clothes."

Kurt climbs on the nearest counter and slides around until he's next to his sister. He starts up a casual conversation to distract her from the broken glass and everyone's worried glances. He believes her. It just slipped. But as much as he hates it, there is another possibility. One they're all aware of. Especially when things like this happen. They're all calmer because she's in remission.

The possibility of her relapsing at any time gives an edge to that calm, however. And Rachel hates being reminded of it.

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