From This Moment On

Prologue:

Mom,

It's been crazy since you left here. And I know I promised I would email you a lot more than I have but I've been really busy, and I promise that I'll write quicker next time. We recorded our demo album finally. It's only 4 songs, but I still can't believe it's our songs. But the great news is that we started selling them down at The Perk and some guy came in and bought a copy. He works for some hotshot record studio and he's offered to manage us. He's lined up all these gigs for us and it looks like we are finally on our way again. Crazy right?

Rachel is still in that show, that one with the guy with half a face. She's still doing the understudy role, but it looks like she's getting a real chance at the lead soon. I knew she would. I never doubt her. And now she's made it. Broadway. I know it's just a street and stuff but it's been Rachel's dream since I've known her and I'm just so dang proud of her.

Kurt has been gushing about it nonstop. I swear if he wasn't gay I would totally have to worry about him going after my girl. He's working the stage crew or something now. I think he's actually enjoying that. I never know because when I try and ask him he tells me he's too busy to talk cuz he's getting Rachel ready for stardom or some crap. Blaine told me I just need to ignore him until the shine wears off, but I honestly don't know what the hell that means. Kurt isn't exactly shiny unless you count his teeth or the gleen off his hair; he uses so much hair product.

School has been hard, classes are getting more involved and I'm really nervous about taking over a classroom on my own. I wish you could see the kids I teach, mom. You would be so shocked to see actual kids asking me questions, and even more shocked that I, Finn Hudson, know the answer.

Well I guess I need to get going. Puck is screaming something about ignoring his needs and if I don't pay attention to him right now he's going to run off with Rachel and I can't ignore threats like that with him so I'm not taking any chances.

I love you a lot and can't wait to see you again soon.

Love,

Finn

"Dude I'm not kidding, get in here." Puck yells from the living room.

"I was writing to my mom you douche bag." I kick his feet out of the way and sit down on the floor beside him, picking the controller off the ground.

"Awww and how is mommy." He leans over onto my shoulder as he bats his eyes at me.

"I'm not afraid to hit you." I laugh.

"You wish you could hit me. Pushing is more your thing Hudson."

"Whatever!"

I focus on the screen and decide to take my aggression out on his avatar since Rachel hates fighting in the house, even if it is just horsing around. A couple of months ago we were pretending to wrestle in the living room and rolled onto the coffee table, breaking two of the legs. We had to wash a lot of dishes and do laundry for a freaking month before she would even let Puck and I talk to each other in the living room.

"Hey by the way, guess who called me out of the blue yesterday?"

"Who did you impregnate now?" I laugh.

"Close. I mean I did procreate with this one." He says with a grin.

"How is Quinn?"

"Angry, tortured, and desperate."

I snort loudly as I stare at the TV. Quinn isn't my favorite topic. When she saw the engagement announcement in the hometown newspaper she threw a fit. I got a call at 2 in the morning asking me if I was out of my mind. I mistook the whole call as a dream and told her that I was using my mind and the aliens could come and experiment on it the following evening. Pretty sure that wasn't the answer she was looking for based on the loud dial tone in my ear after the comment. I paid for it in spades the next day when she called Rachel in a drunken stupor to tell her it would never last between us. Boy was that a fun thing to come home to after a long night at rehearsal.

"So what did she want?" I finally ask.

"To find out if your relationship with "It" had dissolved yet." He says holding his fingers up in front of his face.

"IT!" I say punching Puck in the arm. He grabs his shoulder and rubs it.

"Hey, her words not mine, that was the point of the quote marks I just imitated. Geez."

"Why can't she just give up?"

"Dude, you wouldn't believe what she looks like now. Pink hair, fishnets, short skirts. Lucy, we've got a problem!" He jokes.

"Seriously? The girl has issues. I really had hoped she would have moved on by now."

"Who wants pizza?" I hear someone shout from the front door and peer through the room to see Sam carrying three boxes of pizza with Blaine and Kyle following them in the door.

"You sure you can have pizza Hudson? Didn't Rachel put you on a diet?"

"It's not a damn diet. It's training for the tour. Do you have to be such a dick?"

"Are you lovers fighting again?" Sam jokes as he sets down the pizza boxes on the kitchen table.

"He's just so temperamental." Puck says in a high pitched voice. I roll my eyes and grab for a slice of pizza hoping that I have enough time to eat it before Rachel comes home and catches me cheating on my "So not a diet" diet.

- Rachel POV

"Kurt, have you seen the red dress I was wearing in scene 6? I looked all over for it and it's nowhere."

"I took it to the cleaners dear. Relax."

"You are too good to me." I giggle as I continue taking off my makeup. I've been playing a small role in Phantom on the Opera for a year now. I'm starting to really get the hang of the show and the director was really impressed with my last rehearsal. The main star is taking a maternity leave meaning her understudy is going to have to step in until she returns. That of course would be me.

I look down at my laptop and the email from my dad's. It's been weeks since I have written to them.

Dear Dads,

I miss you more than ever but you have raised me to be very self-sufficient so I am managing. As I told you on the phone last week, Maria is taking her maternity leave soon and I will be stepping into her role. I am finally going to taste the bright spotlight of Broadway. Can you believe it, your little girl on the big stage just like we always planned?

Kurt has started full time in the set department. He says that he enjoys seeing how everything works backstage and he has become invaluable to me. I'm so blessed to have such a great friend. I know one day it will be he and I standing out there on that stage together, hand in hand, belting out the final note.

Finn is very busy. Can you believe they got signed! They have a show in New Jersey next weekend that I cannot wait to attend. Finn has been working on a top secret song that he won't tell me about. I can't wait to hear it though. Anything he writes is so perfect.

I hope you guys will make it down here soon. I miss seeing your faces.

Well I need to go. We are getting a new choreographer tomorrow to work with me on some of the scenes. I'm very excited to meet her. They tell me that she is very good. It will be nice to work with a female for a change.

I love you very much daddies.

Love, Rachel *

"You ready to get out of here yet?" Kurt asks as he enters the dressing room again carrying a hand full of clothing.

"Yes, let's go home. I'm so tired tonight."

"Well don't forget we are looking at dresses tonight."

"I have no idea why you keep having me look at them every week. Nothing has changed Kurt it's still a year away."

"So does that mean you set the date again?" Kurt says looking excited.

"Well, not exactly."

He frowns. "Not exactly? Do you two know how difficult you are to deal with when you are trying to plan the biggest even of your life and you can't make up your mind when the heck it's going to happen!"

"Stop being so dramatic. I'm sure we will set it soon. We just have to plan for what might happen with the band and the show, and graduation and Finn will be taking over his own class I hope and…."

Kurt walks over and grabs my hands. "You do realize there will never be a perfect time to do it. Maybe you and Finn need to stop worrying about the future and what might happen and start planning for what you actually want to happen."

I close my laptop and grab my bag to head for home, smiling once at Kurt as we leave the room. I hear him sigh as he follows me out the door. It's not that I don't want to get married, because I really do. But how can you plan to get married when you don't even know what the future holds? The what if's are what keeps me up at night, thinking of every scenario in my head of what could happen and how it would affect us. Maybe I am overthinking things.

We pull up to the loft and start our climb up the stairs. I look down and see a packet of parmesan cheese leading toward our door. I lean over and pick it up.

"Pizza." I groan.

"You didn't expect him to actually follow the rules of his new restricted diet did you?"

"Of course not. Though if he wants to continue to have all those girls screaming for him, he's not going to want to have a pot belly." I giggle.

"Well lucky for Finn he's like six foot going on skyscraper, so he doesn't gain weight fast. Though now that I am imagining him with a gut and no hair. Classy."

We both chuckle as we walk through the door and we look at each other, trying to hold in our laughter as the boys scramble around the room trying to shove the pizza boxes under the couch.

"Rachel, Kurt! You're early." Finn says as his voice cracks.

"Yes the new choreographer doesn't start until tomorrow so they let us take a break tonight. How are you boys doing? Accomplish a lot at practice tonight?" I say raising my eyebrow toward the television and their instruments still in their cases against the wall and they all toss their controllers down.

"Uh, yeah…we um just finished." Finn stutters.

"I can see that." I walk over kiss him lightly on the lips. "I'm going to go shower."

I turn and walk away but stop halfway down the hall. "And Finn, can you please take the pizza out from under the pillow. I hate when you forget where you hide your food."

Suddenly he is behind me. "Ok so this looks bad, cuz I know I said I would like take a break from pizza and everything, but Puck…and well Sam totally bought it, I didn't even know…."

I turn and look up at him and laugh loudly at the concern on his face. I reach up and touch his cheek. "Babe, babe, calm down. It's just pizza." He looks at me confused. "Besides, I know a way you can make it up to me later." I wink as I walk toward the bedroom, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it toward the bed as I look back at him and start to close the door. He's standing in the hallway, staring with his mouth agape, suddenly he straightens up and cocks a grin and looks back toward the guys.

"Give me ten minutes and I'll have them out of here." He smirks.

"Make it five and you won't forget it." I wink as I close the door, watching as he scrambles down the hall towards the boys.