Author's Note: So here we are, at the end of the road. I hope you enjoyed our little ride. I am planning on coming up for a plot for a sequel to this in the future but in between, I've been bitten by another plot bug – which I would love for you to check out here: "jackpotgirl (dot) tumblr (dot) com (slash) post (slash)17448825302 (slash) i-want-your-opinions" ...and tell me if you would be interested in reading that new AU, starting a new journey with me, Rachel and Blaine.

Epilogue

Two Years Later

Rachel was snuggled up on the couch of their New York apartment, switching through the channels not really finding anything of interest. There was some teen RomCom on the Disney Channel and for the lack of a better choice, she stayed on it though she didn't pay much attention.

She thought about how odd it was that she was about to spend her second spring and summer living with Blaine, always a little taken aback with how fast time had passed.

After graduation, when she and Blaine had done the long distance thing with scattered visits and endless phone calls and skype-ing, she'd finally made her way to New York, getting into NYADA despite heavy competition. At first, she lived in a dorm room on campus but six months in she barely every saw her room for more than a day at a time because she was always at Blaine's and then they'd figured she could as well move in.

So it had been one and a half years now of living together and they were still going strong. She'd started their relationship going for a trial run, just trying to see if they worked outside of spy games and car chases. It turned out that they did – and that without having to keep secrets from one another they hardly found reasons to fight.

Now, she thought more and more frequently of the distant future with him, marriage, a house and kids. It made her smile.

She'd just envisioned a little curly haired girl pouncing around the floor when she heard a key turn in the lock and Blaine let himself in, she could hear his shoes being flipped off and jacket hung on the rack and then he was already standing in the living room.

"Did you find her?", Rachel asked, talking about Blaine's latest case at the Missing Persons division. He'd transferred there even before she came to New York.

She could tell by his hanging shoulders and thin mouth that they didn't and Rachel immediately opened her arms for him to join her on the couch. It was tough on him sometimes when he couldn't save everyone but all in all, his new line of work made him happy and gave him a sense of purpose, making a difference.

"Are you okay?", she asked as he snook into her arms and under the blanket, wrapping around her tightly.

"I will be", he said and she knew that he would need a few minutes time to wallow and digest but then, once he'd really arrived home and with her, he'd be fine. Their home was his haven, his safe place where the outside world didn't matter and couldn't interfere, like their very own bubble.

"How was school?", he asked while trying to figure out what on earth she was watching on TV.

"Good", Rachel answered, "We're almost done with the choreographies for the Spring Musical"

"It's gonna be amazing", he muttered, pulling her closer, "I can't wait to see you up there, I'll be in the first row -"

"-with a sign saying Christine is my girlfriend, I know", she cut him off and laughed.

"No, really, I'm so proud of you", he insisted, "Betcha there's gonna be some casting director there who will pick you right off the stage?"

She leaned against him, chest flaming hot with affection, "You're silly and I love you"

"I love you too", he cooed and nuzzled the side of her face with his nose.

"I made apple pie, do you want a slice?", she asked him then, remembering the cake waiting in the kitchen.

"Yes!", he said animatedly and nodded his head against her shoulder, "Pie! Pie! Pie!"

He was home now, she thought. This was typical for him and also one of the things she'd learned about him early on in the relationship; he could be really silly and almost childishly enthusiastic if he felt safe enough and wanted to. Not many people got to see that side of him, still she did and her heart sang whenever he had those little moments just in knowing that it meant he was content and happy.

Then, after kissing him welcome, gently but firm on the lips, she got off the couch to walk to the kitchen and get her man some pie.

Final Note: Lastly I would love to hear from you about this story, as a final evaluation of sorts, which were your favorite parts, how did you feel the story flowing? Did you think the suspense-arc was okay?

It would mean the world to me to hear from you because feedback is the only way from me to improve as a writer.

Thank you for sticking with this story and me, I couldn't love you all more.