Rachel POV
Our new home somehow has every feature we ever talked about, Finn and I, and more. It has a lot of secret passageways, which we've been exploring pretty much all day. Most of them lead to another, so it's like falling down an internet rabbit hole: you have to keep going.
"Babe? I found a room with what I think is a trampoline," Finn smiles at me, jumping out if the passageway we'd been exploring onto the floor.
"Holy hell, we're living in the childhood home of my dreams," I exclaim, jumping on the trampoline.
"Not to be superbly cheesy, but I don't care, so long as you and my drums are here," Finn tells me, joining me on the trampoline.
"Oh really? Well, that's good, because I saw a soundproof room with your drums," I smile. "And that was cheesier then Grilled Cheesus."
"Haven't we already established that I was pretty dumb in high school?" He asks, and I laugh.
"I mean, you did think that Beth was yours because you made out in a hot tub, with your swimsuits on," I remind him, thinking back to the good old days, aka high school. I'm not sure why we thought it was so bad.
"Thanks for being the only one who had the courage to tell me that I wasn't the dad; Puck was," he thanks me for the millionth time.
"But, I mean, I thought that in order to get your attention, I had to dress like someone I'm not. None of us were the brightest in high school," I laugh at the memory. Sophomore year was, surprisingly, the most tame of my high school years.
"We need to stop focusing so much on high school and start focusing on us now, don't we Rach?" Finn asks randomly, and I nod my agreement. "Okay, then you're going to tell me all about what's been happening in your life the past decade, and I'm going to do the same, and we'll both pretend to listen."
"Well, I didn't get to perform in Funny Girl, but I did make it to all of my other dream roles that I told you about. Helped teach the New Directions with Kurt for a year after you died, reconnected with Jessie, we got married, had kids, most of our friends live in New York, so I saw them frequently, there was a lot of singing, and then I died," I quickly summarize what's been going on since he died.
"Sounds like fun. I mainly just hung out with my dad, realized that I don't really care for him, hung out with a bunch of people who I don't know their names, went on 10 dates, and ate a lot of food," Finn vaguely tells me what he's done.
"I know that we're supposed to keep talking about this, but I kinda just want to eat and snuggle," I persuade, and he chuckles.
"No random song? Dang. I miss being serenaded," he jokes, and I start thinking about a song.
Randomly, the band appears along with Brad, who I kept in touch with until he died.
"Brad! How are you?" I ask, giving him a hug.
"I'm doing well, thank you, Rachel. I heard song, and brought some of my friends," he smiles at me and I whisper my song into his ear.
"Face to face and heart to heart
We're so close yet so far apart
I close my eyes I look away
That's just because I'm not OK," I sing and he joins in, instantly realizing what song I'm singing.
"But I hold on," I grasp his hand as he smiles at me.
"I stay strong
Wondering if we still belong
Will we ever say the words we're feeling?
Reach down underneath and tear down all the walls
Will we ever have a happy ending?
Or will we forever only be pretending?
Will we al-al-al-always, al-al-al-always, al-al-al-always be pretending?
How long do I fantasize?
Make believe that it's still alive
Imagine that I am good enough
And we can choose the ones we love," we sing together, feeling the same chemistry as junior year.
"But I hold on," Finn sings, pulling me next to him on the couch.
"I stay strong
Wondering if we still belong
Will we ever say the words we're feeling?
Reach down underneath and tear down all the walls
Will we ever have a happy ending?
Or will we forever only be pretending?
Will we al-al-al-always, al-al-al-always, al-al-al-always be
Keeping secrets safe
Every move we make
Seems like no one's letting go
And it's such a shame
(Rachel: 'Cause) if you feel the same
How am I supposed to know?
Will we ever say the words we're feeling? (Rachel: Oh, oh!)
Reach down underneath (Rachel: Oh, oh!) and tear down all the walls (Rachel: Tear down all the walls)
Will we ever have a happy ending?
Or will we forever only be pretending? (Finn: Only be pretending)
Will we al-al-al-al (-ways)
(al-al-al-al) -ways, (Finn: al-al) al-al-al-always be," we sing in unison, voices blending perfectly, as always.
"Pretending? oh! (Finn: Pretending?)
Will we al-al-al-always, al-al-al-always, al-al-al-al-ways be (Finn: al-al)
Pretending? (Finn: Pretending?)
Will we al-al-al-always, al-al-al-always, al-al-al-always be
Pretending?" We finish the song off the same way we did in high school, with an unpredicted kiss.
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HOLY HECK, IT'S ALMOST 2020!
Later loves,
~Ry
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