Ok guys, this is the end! And it's a long one! Thanks to everyone who reviewed and liked, you guys are the best! I'm going to be doing some wedding themed one-shots and have the first one up, so make sure you check those out! I've loved this story and everyone of you who read! Thanks so much:)

I hit the hardest run of my piece and I know that killed those bars, I had too; I poured every feeling I ever had with Finn into it. Plus he's here, so I had to show him that I could and did make it without him, that I can take care of myself. That I don't need him, but as soon as I lock eyes with him, I know I'm a goner. I've proved it to myself that I can do whatever I put my mind to, but whatever I put my mind to is better when he's there to celebrate with me. So I don't need him, but man do I want him. And I guess that's what I needed to do, realize that even though I feel the way I do, I can do anything I want, because just me is enough. I sit backstage trying to get my emotions together before I have to face him, and before I know it the show is over and everyone is leaving and telling me how great I was as they pass. I tell them the same but I don't leave my seat, if he wants to talk to me, I'm going to make him wait. Once everyone is cleared out, I get up to face the unavoidable. I take my time descending the stairs on the side of the stage. All I see is him. Kurt must have decided we needed time to talk. As soon as I hit the bottom step he opens his mouth but nothing comes out, just like all the words on the edge of my tongue. So many of them want to come out, but I know if I open my mouth, all my thoughts from the last year with spill out in a jumbled mess. Which the opposite of what I've become.

"You look amazing." He breathes out, mouth still a bit dropped. I look down at the tight, black floor-length gown covered in sequins, suddenly not as confident. The awkward seconds tick by, but the second the words enter my brain, the confidence returns, I have the perfect thing to say.

"You were right." We both decide to begin simultaneously. We look at the other confused for a moment, but I compose myself quickly.

"What?" He runs his hand through this hair, which would put the old me on edge, but not anymore. He motions to the two theater seats closest to us and I sit.

He begins with a sigh, and then repeats himself, "You were right, I was a total idiot, I never should have made you go, that was totally uncalled for, it was your decision to make, not mine. I'm sorry I made it for you. We've gone through so much together, and I miss you so much, I fell empty without you, like something's gone."

The famous words of U2 enter my brain; I have scaled these city walls, only to be with you. But I still haven't found what I'm looking for. And it all makes sense, everything he ever did. He loves me, but we both needed more, we had to find out how we are without the other. He didn't just do this for me; it was for both of us. Before him, I was a nobody, few friends, just a prop in the world of high school. Then he entered my life and then I was his girlfriend. I was with him so long, he became my identity. That's why he did it; he knew that I had more to be than just his girl, and he knew he had to be more than the golden boy.

"No, you were right," I motion toward the stage "This is where I belong and I can't plan my whole life around one person, I had to do this for myself. You may have made my choice, but you made the right one."

"Well, you were amazing." He motions to the trophy I forgot was even in my hands. "But I already knew that you would be."

"Then why are you here?"

He's not looking at me anymore, "I guess I wanted to see if I could get lucky enough to get a second chance." He looks up at me at the end of his sentence and what I see in them isn't at all what I wanted to see. I was hoping for the love and longing I used to see, but it's just not there anymore, it's something else I recognize all too well. He looks lost; something that I know because I've seen it in the mirror way too often toward the beginning of the year.

"Finn," I begin softy and full of love "First, I'm saying what I'm going to say because I care about you and want what's best for you, just like you've always done for me," deep breath, "I know you're lost about what you're doing with your life, but you are an incredible guy, and you have so much ahead of you, you just have to figure out what that is. That's something I can't help you with, in fact that's something you have to do all on your own. I would know. You put me on that train because you knew that I had to be away from you to find out who I am without you. The last few years, I was your girlfriend, but you knew that I was more than that and you knew that you had to put distance between us for me to figure all that out. And now you've come back, full circle. You claim that you're here to get me back, but I know that real reason."

He looks right into my eyes with his gorgeous brown watery ones and asks "And what is that?" his voice breaks a bit, opposite to the smile gracing his face.

"Recognition. You don't want me back, you want the feeling of being special back, and you aren't going to get that from getting back together with me. You have to find a way of being special without anyone else. But if you ever need to be reminded that you're the most amazing guy in the world all by yourself, I'd be happy to help." He stands and I follow suit, confused at what he's going to do next. Before I can even process that thought, he's got me wrapped up in a tight hug. I feel a bit of watery tears on my neck where his head is buried.

"You're right, thank you," He chokes out. I know now he's crying from the cracks in his voice.

"You're welcome, anytime you need me, you know my number."

"Thanks. You know, even though you're right about having to be by myself, I still love you."

"I love you too, always." We stand there for God only knows how long just wrapped up in each other's arms. While worried about the future and the uncertainty it holds, we'll just take in this moment just feeling and thinking and living in it. Just us. While yes, we need to find our way on our own, something tells me we won't have any problems finding our way back to each other, whoever we become.