This is my first fanfiction.

What happens when Rachel meets Finn 6 years after S3E22?

I hope you like it:D

I came home treated to silence. Usually, the minute I open the door I'm smothered with hugs and kisses, but today it was silent. I walked further in to the apartment I lived in, expecting to get jumped on then have kisses placed all over my cheeks but there was nothing. I heard the tv playing the end credits to toy story, so I scanned my eyes over to the coach and their lay my whole world. There was still decorations up all around the house saying 'happy 5th birthday' and the bin was filled up with used wrapping paper and cake cases, the whole apartment need to be cleaned but the view in front of my eyes was perfect.

I, Rachel Barbra Berry, made it to New York. I moved straight after school when Finn put me on the train. I cried for about a week but, unlike high school, I made a lot of friends quickly. With in the first couple of days of being in New York, I'd made a group of friends who lived in the same dorm building as me and also went to NYADA. Although, I made it there my idea of life after high school wasn't the same. After living there for nearly 6 years, I still hadn't made broadway, and now worked in a school as a music teacher. I stopped trying for broadway not long after moving to New York, and even though 16 year old Rachel Berry would be attacking me and telling my life is ruined, I wouldn't change it for the world.

On the coach lay my 2 beautiful sons and fiancé. My oldest son was Jake Christopher. He had turned 5 years old 2 days before. Whoever saw him told me he was my carbon copy without the nose but if he was, then my features suited him 10 times more than they did me. He was perfect. He had big, deep chocolate eyes and had my big mouth that held huge smiles and constant words being poured from it. His hair was thick and brown and curled at the ends. My youngest was Riley Liam. He was 2 years old and also looked alike to me, but had shared features from his father. He had my big, brown eyes but his dad's nose and smile. In between both of them lay my fiancé. His usually neat, pushed back hair was messed up on his face. I guessed my two boys had done this during the day. He moved slightly in his sleep so I leant down to touch his cheek and found that he was warm. I then touched Jake and Riley's to find they were too and removed the blanket. Jake was still dressed in the clothes he wore for school; a pair of light blue washed down jeans and a comfortable white polo but has discarded his blue and brown patterned jumper. Riley was in nothing but a baggy tractor top and his diaper. I leaned down and shook my fiancé slightly trying to wake him up, but he refused. I whispered his name in to his ear yet still there was no response. So I pressed a light kiss to mouth, deepening it gradually hoping for him to kiss back. After a few seconds of realisation, he did deepen the kiss and when I pulled away he smirked.

"Hey sleepy head," I said quietly, looking down at him.

He readjusted the way he was lay by unhooking his arms from behind the boys and moving so he was more upright. "Hey baby," he replied softy in his still sleepy, deep voice. A sat down on his lap and he grazed his fingers up and down my leg.

"I see my boys are asleep, eh?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"Yeah, they went off just when I put the film in," he said.

"And what about you? Did you enjoy watching Toy Story?"

"I know it off by heart the amount of times these watch it, so I fell asleep just after. It's a great film don't get me wrong," he said checking that Jake was still fast asleep. I then straddled his lap as he pulled my face down to kiss him, darting his tongue in straight away. I pulled away when I remembered that I had came home late and it was about 7 o'clock.

"So, did you make them some food before they went to sleep," I asked, expecting the answer to be yes and then him to go on and tell me what he had made, but he looked up at me with stone eyes.

"No, they fell asleep at like half 4, 5 o'clock and I wasn't hungry so I thought I'd wait for you to cook something up when you got home, eh" he replied. I stood up straight away and looked down at him.

"Joseph!" I shouted, "they'll be starving when they wake up and they won't have time to digest it and will be more at risk for having an accident."

"They can like hurt themselves if they don't digest their food properly," Joe said seriously and worriedly as he stood up and followed.

"No Joe, I meant weeing the bed!" I said loudly to let him know I was annoyed as a stomped off in to the kitchen to cook them some pizza or something. As I was searching through the freezer to find some food to eat that was quick to cook I heard Joe follow me.

"Oh, well Riley L has a diaper," he said. The amount of times I told him I didn't like the children being called by their first names and part of the middle name was uncountable yet he still did it. I felt it just made our sons sound common and cheap.

"Well, you know Jake has been having a few issues," I said flatly.

"He has! That dude needs to grow up a bit; I mean he's in school now. We need to make him tougher, that's what my dad did to me and look how I've turned out. Jake Chrissy could be a mini-me" I made a mental note to never let Joe 'toughen' up my sons because I wanted them to be nothing like their father when they grow up. They will be smart, caring, perfect men.

"Just move Joe whilst I make our children some tea which you obviously couldn't be bothered doing!"

"I'm just going toilet," he replied in defeat.

I put the pizzas, which I had found in, to the oven and set them up to be cooked. I also made myself a coffee and had a chocolate biscuit from the jar. When I fell pregnant with Jake, I ended my vegan lifestyle so I could take in enough vitamins and protein to keep my baby healthy. When he was born, I never went back.

After I ate the biscuit and drank half of my drink I could feel someone's presence behind me. I turned around to see Joe leaning against the kitchen doorframe wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. He always did this to me when I was angry, walked round wearing next to nothing to try and turn me on and forget about it. Up until about a year ago I had a hard time not following his ideas but now it was second nature to me. He is a very good-looking man. He has dark brown hair that when he's out he pushes up and to the side making sure each strand are perfect and heavily covered in hairspray. It reminded me of a somehow neater Kurt Hummel's hair just before we left school. His hair was now messed up and naturally flopped to the side because he knew I preferred his hair natural. He kept running his fingers through it, pushing it of his forehead. If someone asked me what my pride and joy was, I would without a doubt say my two beautiful sons yet I'm 99.9% sure Joe would say his hair. He also always has a completely shaven face and minimum body hair a man can have whilst still looking very manly. His body is what people consider perfect. He's has quite a high 6ft structure yet his feet are only size 9 so he looks like a male model with all good features and none bad. Most tall men have big hobbit feet and he is one of the only people I know who doesn't. I personally think his feet look too small for his body and used to think Finn was in good proportion as he was 6ft 3in and had size 12 feet. I never really compare Joe to Finn but as Finn is the only over tall man whom I happen to know the foot size of, I compared them on this. Joe is also very muscular. He has very toned legs and has a 6 pack and abs. This really doesn't do anything to me but most other girls world find this wildly attractive. He skin is also always tanned, most people would think it was natural but being his fiancé and mother of his children I know it's fake.

Joe was the first person I ever met in New York. He was attractive and nice and there for me when I needed someone. I was heartbroken over loosing Finn for what I knew was for good and needed someone. When we first starting talking on my second day of being in New York he saw me crying and comforted me. A week passed and we had grown closer and in Joe's company I started to think less about Finn and more about me. He also introduced me to his friends in which some of the people who I'm closest to now where there; Cassie, Megan, Emma, Jack, Bryan, Marcus, Liam, and a bunch of other people I met through him. He was Mr Popular out of them all so being his friend meant everyone liked me. I was also the only one who didn't call him Joey and I still refuse to call it him. I started to change to fit in; wearing more make-up, different clothes but I finally had real friends who were there for me.

A week later, I had slept with Joe. A month after I found out I was pregnant. Joe told me he'd be there for me but I had to be truthful so told him there was also a chance it could be my high school sweethearts as he called Finn, my ex-fiancé's who I still madly loved but he had left me heartbroken. Yet he still said he'll stand by me. After 2 more months I realised due to the amount of time my pregnant self was spending round Joe that we had slipped in to a relationship. By then I had already made real friends who didn't want me to change and realised if I'd waited a couple months later till I tried to fit in, I wouldn't be pregnant now, but being pregnant turned out to be one of the best things in my life.

I then had Jake and on his first birthday, Joe proposed. I didn't want to say yes but I didn't want to be alone so I agreed to marry this man but said I wanted to wait a while before we did so, until Jake was a little older. We waited till Jake was 2 and a half before Joe started to beg us to consider the wedding but before we could talk about it the universe gave me another surprise and I fell pregnant with Riley. Since then me and Joe would have constant arguments as he never grew up from his young popular player self that had two children.

"You know a normal wife would ask how my day's been instead of biting my head off," he said smugly from the door.

"I'm not you're wife," I answered sharply.

"You could be by the end of this year if you don't end up popping another crying mess out," he said trying to playfully hit my ass. I gave him a glare and carried on my own business. "Oh shit, don't tell me your pregnant again Rach! I mean, I can't have 3 kids before I'm even 25."

"No, I'm not pregnant Joseph Lighton!" I snapped again.

"Well that's good Rachy Beary," he said. I cringed at the ridiculous nickname. Nearly 6 years on and still only one person could give me a nickname I hated and that person wasn't Joe. "So, a normal fiancé soon-to-be wife would ask how's my day been?"

"Fine Joe, how's your day been," I said angrily and shortly. I don't even know why I was so mad.

"Ok I suppose, we had this guy come in today. Trying to get signed to the company as a footballer. A quarterback. He was pretty good, well really good. The only hesitation was that he's 24 and we're looking for younger meat. We need to make a decision by the meeting tonight a Grahams. Should tell your friends to look out for him if we do sign him, he's pretty hot for a sweaty 24 year old guy." Joe was a sports business man and looked for new players and sports gear to be bought.

"Oh yeah, what's this pretty hot, sweaty, 24 year old guy called?" I said purposely mocking him.

"Finn Hudson, from Ohio," he answered innocently. My face drained of colour and I stood in our kitchen as still as anything like a traumatised ghost. "I know, Finn Hudson huh. Sounds like a male stripper name to me. Maybe he is on the sidelines to football but you know…"

"I'm most definite Finn Hudson isn't a stripper," I cut him off.

"And how would you…"

"I used to know Finn Hudson, he's not much of a stripper type of guy."

"How do you know him?" he asked, eyes bugging out. I let him finish this sentence, as I mentally kicked myself for letting him know I knew Finn Hudson and tried to come up with words to describe our old relationship.

I sighed, "do you remember the high school sweetheart who split up with me so I could come here?" He nodded trying to tie the two pieces together. One thing about Joe is that he wasn't the cleverest or quickest bunny ever. "Well, that was Finn Hudson," I said quietly.

"What?!" He answered quickly. "I can't sign him now, fucksake!"

"Why? If he's still a good footballer…"

"I can't let him near you Rachel."

"Finn Hudson doesn't bother me anymore, we ended a long time ago. You, and me we are here together, have two perfect children. Plus, I love you" I lied about the last past. I knew that I never loved Joseph Alfred Lighton and it was just a physical attraction to him when we first met.

"One of our perfect children could be his," he exclaimed, clearly annoyed.

"Just give him a chance ok? He's a good footballer and deserves a chance to be known for it. He's always been good." I wanted to say so much more about Finn Hudson and praise him but I knew that wouldn't end well.

"Ok then. I'll go to Grahams in a minute for this meeting and give him a chance. I'll need to give him my number and address so you think you can cope with seeing him?"

"Yes Joe, I'm a grown women."

"I'll give him the heads up you're off the market tonight when I see him that way I'll be making his football dreams come true but his relationship dreams come tumbling down."

"Ok Joe, do you need food?"

"I'm ok, I'll get changed then pick up something on the way," he said as he walked to our room and put on a suit. I went to the main room and woke up my sleeping boys, telling them tea is ready.

As Jake, Riley and I were eating tea, Joe slipped out of our room telling us had to go. He said his goodbyes before storming away and leaving the room. The boys and me then watched toy story again, Jake talking along to it and Riley falling asleep half way through. We then put on toy story 2 but Jake fell asleep near the beginning so I changed back to normal tv and watched the tv shows I had missed during the week.

At 10:16 I got a text of Joe saying he was on his way home.

He never came home.

Disclaimer - I don't own Glee or anything else mentioned in this story