Love, Reese | Rebastian *FINALE* | ✓

5 Years Later

From: ReeseL_S@gmail.com

To: Charlotee-lav@hotmail.com

Subject: Did you watch the TV last night???

Hey Charlotte!

Did you watch the TV last night? If you did, could you believe it? Rachel Berry actually won a Tony? You ought to see it in real life... it's actually not as big as you think. It's about the same size as the Baby Bullet you got me and Sebastian for Robbie. 

Well, if you didn't watch the Tony's (believe me, the rest wasn't all that interesting), then spoiler alert! Rachel won a Tony! Anyway, you have to see it in real life! It's not all that big, about the same size as Robbie's Baby Bullet.

Man, getting Rachel ready for this thing was even more stressful than my autumn show last year. Do you know how hard it is to tailor a dress for a pregnant lady? It's like trying to build a house for sea monkeys; after a month, they get bigger and they need a new house. But her dress was finished just in time, and she looks just as glamorous as Blake Lively when she was expecting.

Last night was like a mini New Years Eve party. We were all gathered around the TV with champagne glasses and waiting for some jerk like Ryan Seacrest to come along and make out with some blonde. Luckily, this host was the kind of classy gent who waited until after the cameras were off for him to start jerking off to the Rockettes. But you and Ryan would have loved last night...

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Four o'clock on the nose is when the doorbell rang out. And it was the exact sound that woke Robbie up from his nap.

"Oh, geez! You think people would try to a little late in this day and age," I really hated the doorbell, and our neighbor's dog, and ambulance sirens, and the traffic down below. Every little noise wakes this kid up!

"Sebastian! Could you get that, please!" I shouted as I picked up the crying kid.

"Coming!" he shouted back as he ran in from the kitchen.

"Guys! I got it!" Rachel called.

"Rachel, it's fine. You don't want to burst tonight of all nights," Sebastian said as he answered the door. I had Robbie in my arms, settling him down as Kurt, Blaine, Mercedes, Artie, and Tina all flowed inside.

"Hello, hello, hello!" Mercedes sang merrily.

"Hiya!"

"Oh my goodness! Let me see the little tike!" Tina instantly rushed over and started cooing over Robbie. I was so grateful for Tina, she was like my at-hand babysitter when I needed her.

"Hey Robbie! Can you say hi to Auntie Tina?" I asked him. Robbie just looked at me all wide-eyed, clearly not comprehending a word I said. Well, what more do I expect from a six-month old?

"Nothing, eh? Well, we're still trying to get him say anything else besides woah!" I mocked him in his little baby voice. Just as I said that, he sputtered out the word;

"Woah!"

"See?"

"Well, I think he's just beautiful," Mercedes said, "He clearly has his daddy's good looks,"

"Thank you, Mercedes," Sebastian replied.

"Let's hope he just doesn't get his mother's tongue," Kurt said.

"Hey, I bet if the whole world thought like me, there'd be world peace," I said.

"Of course there'd be," Artie said, clearly not buying it.