A/N: Wow, it's been a while. I apologize, I got caught up with university, illness, general roleplaying addictions and just.. university life. I am now in my second year, so hopefully I'll stop with the whole going out and getting drunk thing, now that it's not so new. But, I hope some people who used to read this story are still here, and welcome to any newcomers.

Disclaimer: See last chapters.

My Secret Valentine

Chapter Eleven

In the weeks after the miscarriage, things were never easy. Rachel often found herself bursting into tears at any given moment, a hand on her stomach as she thought about what could have been. And Finn tried to be strong, he tried to comfort her but when he was by himself, behind closed doors, he let the tears fall. He knew they weren't ready for a child, he knew they would never have been able to be the stars they both longed to be, they wouldn't have New York, or show choir competitions to worry about. They'd be parents, they would be young parents, probably arguing and hating the other person for stealing what could have been an amazing life away from them. But the thought of losing a child, a child they hadn't known about, a child they would never get to know, it was sad. Because he would never get to know them, he would never be able to picture them – was it a boy or a girl? Would he be a football player? Would she be a ballerina? Would they sing? Would they dance? Would they want to be on Broadway?

There was so much they would never get to see, or know, and maybe it was okay. Maybe it would stop hurting when they realized it wasn't meant to be, maybe it would all stop hurting because if it was meant to happen, it would have and that was all he could focus on. It didn't stop the tears from falling, or his heart breaking whenever he looked at his brunette girlfriend. It didn't stop him from closing his eyes as tight as he possibly could to stop the tears from falling, when he held her close in his arms. It didn't stop any of that, but he had to cling onto the fact that one day, he'd be able to move on, they both would.

Things were different though; Rachel didn't look at him in the same way, and no matter how many times they tried to lay there in each other's arms, it didn't feel the same. He could feel a break up coming, and it broke his heart to know that the love he had felt for her suddenly meant nothing, after what had happened. He wanted it back, he wanted her back, he wanted her to smile and to laugh and to sing, but he had to be patient. He had to wait until she was ready to talk about it, and until then, he'd be there to wipe her tears until she told him to leave her alone. He'd be there for her because without her, he wasn't even sure who Finn Hudson was. She was the light of his life, the reason he sang, the reason he was and he had to cling to that with everything inside of him because… who was he without Rachel Barbra Berry?

The idea had come in the middle of the night, with her sleeping in his arms, tear marks making her way down her perfect face as he sat up and took a deep breath. He had to focus, he had to make her feel better and there was only one way he knew how. The one way that spoke to the both of them, the one way that made words reach out to them in ways neither of them could ever understand. Music. It was how all of this started, and it was what he thanked every single day for bringing his perfect girlfriend into his life. Music was always the answer, music had to be the answer.

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Rachel was more than confused when she got the note, telling her to go down to the auditorium, a small frown on her face before she walked into the large room, biting down on her lip when she saw the Warbler's there, Finn right in the front. His trademark smile on his face, made her give him a soft smile, before she sat down as instructed, not sure what was about to happen. She just ran her fingers through her hair, playing with the ends before she heard the music, giving him a soft smile when she relaxed into her seat.

"I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them bloom, for me and you and I think to myself… what a wonderful world." The song was beautiful, one of her favourites, one that she would love forever. It was a classic, a song that never got old, and one that could truly get her through the darkest days. How Finn had known that, she would never know, but here he was, standing right in front of her, with some of her best friends, and the friends she made in the Warbler's, singing a beautiful song to her as she just felt tears wet her cheeks. He was perfect, so perfect and she couldn't imagine how she would ever get through something like losing a child without him by her side.

Her brown eyes met with his, as she gave him a soft smile, laughing when he finally jumped off the stage and grabbed her hand, pulling her close to him, as he sang the last words of the song, "And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.." He sang, close to her ear before pulling her as close as he could manage, they would get through it. He knew they would, and that they were just one step closer to finally moving on and making each other smile, and laugh, and sing and dance all over again. One day soon.