So sorry this took so long, especially since it's rather short as my epilogues tend to be. With Wondercon and not having a clue about how to end this story it just took a lot longer than I would have liked, but here it finally is, enjoy.
She's insane, that's the only explanation, nobody is this intense all of the time, not to mention demanding. He can't count the number of times she's lashed out at him over his drumming, which is crazy, he may not be the musical genius she is but he's an excellent drummer. But in spite of her crazy he doesn't hate her, not like the others do, there's something weirdly intriguing about Rachel Berry, and dare he say it, exciting. The way she performs with such passion, she could give him goosebumps singing the ABCs, and there was something kind of sexy about the way she never took anyone's shit, and as much as he hated to admit it, she made everyone better, the show wouldn't be nearly as good if it weren't for her being on everyone all the time. He would never say it out loud, but he had a bit of a soft spot for the crazy diva.
It was a great performance, everybody loved her, he loved her, he didn't understand how she could be so amazing night after night, she was unstoppable, if the world were coming to an end he'd definitely want someone like her in his corner, even if she drove him crazy along the way, she'd keep him alive, she'd demand it.
"Hey, I want to talk to you," he looks up at her, aside from removing her blonde wig she's still decked out in her 80's garb.
"Me?" he says
"Yes you," she replies. "I know the average theatre goer may not appreciate the importance of a good percussionist but I know better, especially considering this is a rock and roll based play, and you know what they say about rock bands, a rock band is only as good as its drummer."
"I don't understand, am I in trouble?" he says confusedly.
"Exactly the opposite," She says. "You did quite well tonight Finn, you're very talented, I should know I'm very talented too."
He can't help but smile a little at that. "Thanks."
"It's fortunate that I put so much effort into motivating you, a lesser star would have focused solely on her own performance, but I go above and beyond."
"Um yeah, I guess I got lucky," he says, not entirely jokingly.
"So since I dedicated so much of my time to helping you reach your full potential I think it's only fair that you buy me dinner tonight, I'm a vegan, keep that in mind." At that she turns on her heel and marches off, presumably to go de-eighties herself.
"Wait, did you just ask me out?" He says, stopping her in her tracks.
"Aside from the asking part, yes," she says turning again to face him once more. "I'll meet you outside in thirty minutes, don't be late."
"Whatever you say princess," he says under his breath once she's out of earshot. "Whatever you say."
He rubs his eyes roughly as he wakes up, his sleeping wife by his side, he hasn't been able to sleep through the night since the night he woke up to the sound of her throwing up in the bathroom. He still thinks about that day the virus killed their baby, and even with the experimental embryonic vaccine developed with the DNA of Beth Puckerman, the first known child born after the outbreak, he still worries, he can't help it. It's been three years since they arrived at the facility, and even though they know that things will never truly be back to the way they were, they finally feel safe again, and dare he say it, happy. Not too long ago he had nearly lost her, and the thought still haunts him every day. It's why he needs Rachel to be okay, he needs their baby to survive this. These days Rachel spends as much as half her time in the lab, she doesn't mind it, she wants to help in any way she can, and as the first woman to become pregnant at the facility, she's invaluable to their research. She's seven months along now, with no complications so far, he knows that's a good sign. Three years ago he told Rachel that he didn't know whether having a baby was the right thing, and right before he found out that she was pregnant he still wasn't sure, but seeing how happy Rachel was, how much she loved their baby already, he knew how he really felt, Rachel was meant to be a mother. He just needed to figure out how to be a good father, there was just so much to consider.
"Rachel, are you awake?" he says, shaking her gently.
"What's the matter Finn?" she says groggily. "Did you have a bad dream?"
"No, it was a good one," he says. "Remember opening night of Rock of Ages?"
"Yeah," she says, and he can hear her smile in her voice. "We had our first date that night, why do you ask?"
"Because," he starts. "I didn't know it at the time but I think it was the night I fell in love with you."
She turns in his arms, facing him, her swollen belly pressing against him. "Really?"
"Yeah," he says softly. "I just wonder sometimes you know, we had this completely different life before, what happens when our kid asks us about how we met? Or our first date or how we fell in love? What should we say?"
"We should tell the truth Finn," she says.
"Yeah but won't he or she-"
"He," she corrects, cutting him off, she's certain it's going to be a boy.
"Sorry, he, won't he feel like he's been cheated out of that life? A normal life?"
"He'll have a great life Finn," She assures him. "With two parents who love him more than anything and a safe place to play and learn and grow up, and eventually marry Beth."
"You've thought a lot about this haven't you?" he says teasingly.
"You have too, admit it."
"How can you tell?"
"Because, you started saying when instead of if whenever you talk about him" she says. "Now go to sleep sweetheart, we have a big day ahead of us."
"That's right, the anniversary celebration, I can taste Will Schuster's microbrew lager already."
"I was referring to our performance," she says, one thing that definitely hasn't changed is Rachel's obsessive need to put on a great show, and with her on vocals Finn on drums, Puck on guitar and Mike's wife Tina on keyboards they're sure to do just that. It's amazing how the simple pleasures in life like good music and good friends have been restored, maybe they were never really gone at all. Rachel was right, this really wasn't the worst existence to bring a baby into.
"I love you," he says, kissing her hair. "Goodnight princess."
That's all folks!