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A/N: I would like to thank everyone from the bottom of my heart for reading this story and showing me so much support. It means more to me than you'll ever know. Enjoy the epilogue of Music of My Heart. It was my pleasure to write this for you all.

Epilogue

It was chilly in LA that afternoon as she grabbed her faux-fur shawl, wrapping it around her shoulders while she balanced on her high heels, holding Finn's arm as he helped her into the limo. She might live in California, but it was always a bit breezy in February so she had to be prepared. She looked up at her lover and he looked positively dashing in his tuxedo, like one of those old-fashioned movie stars of years long passed. He shot her a brilliant smile and her heart soared in her chest as the limo pulled out into the LA streets.

"Are you nervous?" He asked her while they waited in the long lines of traffic around the arena.

"Are you referring to my featured performance or the fact that my album is up for three awards tonight?"

"Both." He answered with a smirk. She sighed and let her head rest on his shoulder.

"Then yes, I am nervous. I want to win so bad Finn, I can almost feel the weight of those Grammys in my hands."

"You'll win them all, I know it," He nuzzled her hair softly and she quietly freaked out, checking her hair in the mirrors so that everything was still resting in place. Her new stylist had perfectly curled every strand of hair to perfection and wrapped it up in an elegant twist, with some extra curls trailing down her back in slight wisps. Her jewelry was on loan from Harry Winston, and the pink and white diamonds shimmered on her ears and wrists while the white gold gave her a classy, elegant look. Her neck was bare so she could accentuate the creamy beige couture gown that was on loan from Yves St. Laurent, and it wrapped around her midriff tightly before fanning out into a gorgeous train, with a deep slit in the right side to show her legs. She was pretty sure her outfit cost more than the new house she had just bought in the Hollywood Hills, and she had never felt so glamorous in her life.

All she needed was a golden Grammy in her arms and her ensemble would be complete.

"Stop worrying so much about it, babe, you look beautiful." He tilted her head away from the mirrors with a slight brush of his fingertips and pressed his lips against her cheek, conscious of her carefully applied makeup. She liked having a stylist and a make-up artist of her own, but it still seemed like a lot of work to look so pretty all of the time.

"I just want to look perfect, you know? I'm up for thee of the biggest awards of the night, and I want to look my best." Best New Artist, Best Pop Vocal Album and Album of the Year. She was practically bouncing out of her skin.

"You look amazing. Trust me. I can't wait to get you home later and unwrap you like a present." Her eyes narrowed into small slits.

"Finn Hudson, you better be careful with this dress, it costs more than your flashy new sports car."

"Hey, I seem to remember you liking the flashy new sports car when we were doing 95 with the top down last week." He started kissing her neck and she giggled. "I also remember you commenting on how spacious the back-seat was. . ." He trailed off as he resumed his kisses and she had to fight back a heated flush at the memory.

"Alright now knock it off, you hornball, and save it for my victory party tonight, we're here." The limo pulled up to the red carpet of the Staples Center in downtown Los Angeles and she was surrounded by limousines that were filled with the hottest stars in music. She was positively starstruck; even after almost a full year in the business she never got tired of meeting her idols and peers at events like this.

She stepped out of her limo and the cameras were on her and Finn immediately; she posed for the photographers with Finn's arm around her waist and a glowing smile on her face. During the summer, they'd had to practically hide from the paparazzi wherever they went because of the Quinn/Jesse scandal, but that had eventually died down once the story became old news. The gossip rags were constantly trying to dig around for more details about their feud with Quinn, but in reality, Quinn had finally been able to move on. There was hardly any animosity between the two women anymore, and they were always friendly towards one another at the various events they attended together. Once the paps realized there was no more scandal, they were finally left alone.

So Rachel welcomed the flashing lights as she strolled down the red carpet and she greeted her fans who were calling for her from the stands. She would never get tired of seeing their faces light up when she gave them a signature, or how tightly they would cling to her if she got roped in for a picture. It was everything she had ever wanted and more.

"Rachel!" She heard a familiar masculine voice calling her name and she turned around to see Jesse and Quinn, waving her over to where they had finished an interview with MTV news. Quinn and Rachel shared double kisses on the cheeks while Finn nodded at Jesse. The men had never connected after the scandal the way that Rachel and Quinn had, and Rachel was positive that Finn would always be a little jealous of Jesse, and vice versa. As long as they were civil towards one another, the ladies couldn't care less.

"Wow, Rachel, you clean up nice. I'm glad my old stylist worked out for you."

"Yes, I really do like her a lot, she found me this dress and I just fell in love!" The ladies shared a smile. "You look stunning as usual. Are you excited for your award?"

"You mean our award? Yes I am." Rachel rolled her eyes liberally. Quinn was nominated for Record of the Year for Save Me and they were both thrilled, seeing as Rachel had written it.

"Knock it off, Quinn. It's your award. The song is on your album."

"But you wrote the song, and I never would have been nominated for one of these things if it weren't for you."

"Quinn, you've wanted this for a long time. You deserve it. I have my own awards to win tonight, so just enjoy your nomination." She could hear her name being called by some journalists and she left Quinn to go speak to some reporters quickly. Every time they mentioned her nominations she got overwhelmingly giddy, and by the time she was finally seated in the audience with Finn, she was practically shaking.

She looked around her and could barely believe her eyes. Her band-mates were all seated in her row, all of them excited to be performing at such an important event that millions of people were about to watch. In the row across from her she saw Beyonce sitting next to Jay-Z, and a few rows ahead of her she could barely see over Lady Gaga's headpiece. Quinn was seated in another section, but all she cared about was that Finn was by her side, holding her hand in a vice-like grip as the lights dimmed and the awards ceremony began.

She sat through the R&B and Hip Hop categories with a smile on her face as the fear only grew stronger and stronger. The performances were outstanding and she wondered how her little band was going to be received once they started to play later on in the show. It felt like she was experiencing this all though an out-of-body experience; none of it seemed real as she watched it unravel through a strangers eyes. Imagine her shock when she went to the bathroom and Christina Aguilera was in the stall next to her. She forced herself to hide in the stall until the star had left, too intimidated to try and talk to her.

When the producers came out to call her band backstage, she assembled her friends and headed towards the dressing rooms so she could change from her couture dress to something more comfortable to sing in. When it was finally time to go on, she stepped out on that stage with all the confidence she could muster, ready to show to the millions of Americans who still didn't know of her that she was a force to be reckoned with. This might be her one chance to perform to such a huge and diverse audience, and she needed to make the impression of her life.

She was a powerhouse on her vocals, belting the notes at the top of her lungs while her peers screamed and clapped in awe. The performance went off without a hitch and she was met with a standing ovation, the gesture reducing her to tears on stage. She hadn't even won anything yet, but she felt like she was on top of the world.

It was a feeling that refused to go away. She wanted to bottle it up and keep it forever. However, that feeling was replaced by panic when they announced the nominees for Best New Artist, the first of three awards that she was up for that night.

Finn sat by her side and held her hand so tightly he was starting to squeeze her fingers. She didn't make a move though, the slight pain was a welcome distraction from the pounding of her heart and the ringing in her ears. Time stopped when her name was called, and she had to force the smile of her life for the cameras as they panned over her face.

"And the Best New Artist of the year is. . .Rachel and the Divas."

"Yes!" Finn jumped out of his seat and yelled, pumping his fist high in the air as she stayed frozen in her seat, unable to think coherently. Had they just called her name? Had she actually just won a Grammy? Finn literally lifted her out of her seat because she was too stunned to stand, and he placed a breathtaking kiss on her lips that finally snapped her out of her shock.

"What are you waiting for? Go up there!" He pushed her out into the aisle and she was shaking all over as she turned to face her peers in the music industry. The audience was out of their seats once more and she was so overwhelmed she could barely speak.

"Wow." She breathed into the microphone when she approached the podium. The Grammy weighed more than she ever would imagine and she balanced it between both hands while she tried to think of an acceptance speech. She had prepared one, of course, but all the words seemed to fly right out of her head. "I've been dreaming about this for a long time, so excuse me while I savor the moment." The audience laughed as she inhaled deeply, closing her eyes and reveling in the lights on her, the cheer of the crowd, and the weight of her award in her hands. "I wouldn't be here if it weren't for a few amazing people, and I would like to take this opportunity to thank them for all they have done for me." She spotted Finn in the audience and he still hadn't sat down. Her band-mates were also still clapping wildly. "First of all, to the Grammy voters, and my fans, for accepting me into this industry with open arms. To all my band-mates, I wouldn't even be here without you. You supported me during my best days and my worst and I will never forget your unconditional support.

"To my management at Sony, for giving me the opportunity to release the album under my own conditions, To Will and Artie, for being the best manager and producer a girl could ever ask for. The album wouldn't have been made without you.

"I would also like to share this award with a very dear friend of mine, Quinn Fabray. She pushed me in her own special way to accomplish my goals, and she taught me everything I know about working in the music industry." She saw Quinn and Jesse smiling from the audience and then turned her gaze right towards Finn.

"And lastly, I would like to dedicate this award to my partner, my drummer, and the love of my life, Finn Hudson. I never would have gotten past the first song if it weren't for your never-ending support and unconditional love. I love you. Thank you." It was surreal, walking off that stage and knowing that she had just made all of her dreams come true. The rest of the night passed in a blur; she hadn't won the other two awards but frankly, she didn't even care. She was accepted in the music industry now and nothing was going to hold her back ever again. She had accomplished every goal she had ever set out to achieve, and she spent the rest of the night feeling invincible, knowing that there was still so much more to do with her career in the future.

World domination didn't seem so far off anymore.

Quinn had won her award later that night as well, and the two ladies and their entourages arrived at the Vanity Fair party together, sporting matching Grammy's and beaming smiles. The champagne was flowing, the music was pumping, and Madonna had just congratulated Rachel on her award as she was passing by Elton John's table. When she had finally recovered from the shock, she approached the table where Finn was sitting with the rest of the band.

"Hey baby, what's up?" He asked as he took in her frazzled appearance.

"Nothing much, just the fact that Madonna knew I existed for a moment because I won a freaking Grammy." He kissed the top of her head.

"It's been a good night."

"The best night ever." She said as she snuggled into his side.

"So what are we going to do now?" He asked her while they sat on the sidelines, watching the superstars and celebrities mingle and schmooze.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I mean, you did it. You made an album, you went on a national tour, you won a Grammy award. What next?"

She poked him in the side, playfully. "Are you kidding me? With all the drama we went through over the past year, I have enough inspiration to write four albums. We should get back into the studio as soon as we can." He chuckled heartily.

"You weren't kidding about that total world domination thing, were you?"

"Nope." She said, a fire burning behind her eyes as she held onto Finn at her side. "Bring it on."

THE END

Merci mille fois mes amis :)