Hey y'all!...wow that sounded really weird coming from me...Anyways, I was sitting in my room trying to write a story for my communications class, when an idea hit me. So, I rushed downstairs and wrote this one-shot for you! Literally, all of this was made up at the top of my head. I hope you enjoy though!

~Vikki3775

"I want a fairy!" Finn Hudson stared blankly at the blonde birthday girl, a packet of balloons in one hand, a balloon pump in the other. Sighing, he kneeled down towards her level and smiled softly at her.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I can't make fairies. I can make you a butterfly instead," he cringed when he saw the girl's lip start to wobble, indicating a rush of oncoming tears.

"B-But you said you could make anything! You said you were magic!"

"I am, I just..." The giant attempted to facepalm before realizing it would smudge his face paint. This wasn't his original plan. Sure, he wanted to go to college, have a life, but he let his so-called best friend drag him into this. He should've just gotten a job at the local tire shop down the street instead.

As the girl continued crying, her small whimpers turning into loud keens, he turned around towards Puck, who was showcasing yet another magic show for a group of seven-year olds. Not only were the kids fascinated by the tricks he was doing, but the children's moms were also. It probably had a lot to do with the fact that he had a sleeveless shirt on, showing off his "guns". He shook his head and turned back around.

Sighing in relief, Finn found that the girl was gone. Thankfully, her mom whisked her away for some ice cream and cake. He shook his head rapidly to erase the image of her tear filled blue eyes out of his head.

He doesn't do well with tears. He thinks anyone who's been around him for at least an hour has noticed that. It's sort of ironic how he would be the one who's the clown part of the entertainment at parties, since he's been told numerous times that he doesn't have one funny bone in his body, just clumsiness (at least that's what Puck said).

He loves kids, he really does. It's just the spoiled ones that frustrated him. I mean, here he is at one of the most prestigious and expensive birthday parties ever in New York and the main host can't even get through half of the party without complaining about needing a nap. When he was seven years old, all he got was a drum set from his mom and a lopsided chocolate birthday cake. This little girl is being treated like the princess she wants to be.

"Yo Finn," Puck jogs over towards him, clapping him on the shoulder, "Can you pack up for me man? The Puckerone's taking one of those moms with him tonight." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and gestured towards the group of ladies that were stealing glances at him while talking to each other, making it obvious that he was the main subject of the conversation. Finn rolled his eyes and nodded silently.

The mohawked boy smiled, "Thanks man!" He squeezed the plastic toy on Finn's nose, a honk sound echoing on the Penthouse's patio, which only darkened his mood. As the giant walked to the missarayed pile of objects, he sighed, his usual 'happy clown" expression deflated.

If only things were different…

"You seriously need to find a better wardrobe of clothing that isn't plaid. I can't express to you enough how much you look like a lumberjack in that," Kurt pointed at the red plaid long sleeve shirt he was wearing with his fork, looking at it with disgust.

Finn sighed, "Look, I didn't agree to come to this breakfast just to chit-chat. I'm still pissed at you for kicking out Rebecca."

"She was a cheating whore!" Kurt screeched. "You should know. She was practically defiling your friends with her eyes last week at your birthday party."

"She was a little tipsy," the giant defends, "anyways that's not the point." He sighs and rubs a hand over his face. "Puck and I have another gig at some broadway star's son's birthday par-"

"Who?!" Kurt asks rather loudly, leaning in eagerly for information. Finn blushes and look around, noticing Kurt's outburst had caught some attention from the other diners. Noticing the stares, the diva looks around the cafe and says, "Nothing to see here people! Go back to your lunches and non-fat lattes!" When they looked away, Kurt's attention once again was focused on his brother. "So? Who is it?"

"This Rachel Bur-"

"Berry," Kurt corrected, exasperatedly rolling his eyes. "Seriously Finn, you don't even know your clients' names?"

"They're not necessarily my clients," Finn snaps back, "They're Pucks. I'm just doing a favor for him."

He rose his eyebrows, "A favor that takes three years to do? Look Finn," He touched the miserable man's arm across from him, "I know you say that you're fine with where you are right now, but you've got to be honest with yourself. You're not happy. I want the best for you; hell, we all want the best for you. Keep looking and I know you'll find something soon to get you out of this funk."

"I sure hope so," Finn mutters to himself, running a hand through his already unruly hair. Kurt beams.

"And think on the bright side! You're meeting the Rachel berry! She's one of the most magnificent actresses known to man! Her new rendition of Funny Girl truly highlighted the significance of Fanny Brice perfectly-"

"Hey, I know you love broadway and stuff, but can we talk about something else that doesn't have to do with my job for a while?" Finn asks desolately, looking down at his barely eaten meal. Kurt smiles at him sympathetically and nods.

"Sure, Finn."

"Do it again! Do it again!" The kids chanted, jumping up and down in excitement.

"I'm sorry guys. Mr. Zany Pants has to sit down for a while." A chorus of "awww man's" repeated through the patio as the group of five year old boys and girls retreated disappointedly to the other activities. Finn sighed and took a seat on a nearby chair, and picked up his glass full of lemonade, chugging the whole thing in five seconds.

"Um... M-Mr. Zany Pants, sir?" Finn looked up from his lap and found a little boy around five, with olive skin, brown hair and big brown eyes (that anyone could get lost in), standing in front of him. The boy obviously looked nervous, so Finn patted him on the back, smiling and asked, "What's up, buddy?"

"U-Um…" He stammered, "I was wondering i-if you could show me that trick you just did." He looked at the taller clown under his eyes, and Finn could swear that the little boy gave him the "puppy dog" look he knew all too well from babysitting his five year old cousin Hannah. Looking at him softly, he smiled and nodded.

"Sure, take a seat," once the little brown eyed boy sat next to him, he asks, "so what's your name?"

"Chris," he responds reluctantly, "Chris Leroy Berry." Finn's eyes widened as he stared blankly at the kid. Oh…..so he's the birthday boy. Finn smiles at him.

"Well, happy birthday!" Chris soon smiles back, his eyes swirling with slight sadness.

The giant points to the group of kids watching Puck do another magic act, "Hey, how come you're not watching the show over there with the rest of your friends?" The boy sighs deeply, almost dramatically, and looks down at his lap.

"They're not my friends. They all just make fun of me." The clumsy entertainer had to lean in more to hear him since he spoke so softly.

"About what?"

"About the fact that I don't have a dad and how i'm shorter than them," He answers desolately. This kid is adorable. Who could ever make fun of him?

Finn shakes his head, "Well, that's not cool. They shouldn't pick on you because of your height or your family. I mean, you're a pretty awesome kid." Lifting his head up, the boy looked at him, a desperate need of reassurance swirling in his brown orbs.

"Really?" A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Finn gave a lopsided smile back.

"Yeah. Can I tell you a secret?" The brown haired little boy nodded eagerly. Finn leaned in towards him, feigning like he was about to share the most confidential information.

"I didn't have a dad at your age either. And….." He looked around the large terrace cautiously before whispering, "his name was Chris too." The five year old smiles. "My middle name is Chris also. Right after my dad." Once he leans back into his chair, he watches as Chris stares up at him in complete awe. He looks completely adorable.

"Wow."

Finn smiles, "See? We have something in common that they don't have. We've got each other, so you know what? Screw'em." The boy giggled as Finn waved his hand dismissively towards the group of kids that were a few feet away. Beaming up at him, his once closed posture opened up more once he relaxed and leaned back in his seat. Finn's heart warmed when he realized he got the little birthday boy to be happy again. Maybe I'm not so bad at this job after all, he thought. Standing up, he grabbed his stack of cards and rainbow scarf.

"Alright, so this is how it's done…"

"-so then I was like-"

"Excuse me ladies, but I have a present addressed to a Miss. Rachel Berry."

"Kurt!" Rachel shot up from her seat on the couch and rushed over to her friend, pulling him into a tight hug before covering his face with kisses.

"Woah, woah, woah. Watch the merchandise," He chided slightly, pulling back from the hug. He examined the wrapped present in his hands for any dents or rips. He exhaled a relieved breath, "Okay. I think it's good. Do you know how many stores I had to search to find your son a plaid shirt since he refuses to wear anything else? Hmm?" The brunette rolled her eyes, but grinned.

"Thank you for coming Kurt," she says.

He scoffs. "I swear, Chris is just like my brother, clueless when it comes to fashion," He hands her the gift.

Rachel looks at him curiously, "Oh yeah, about that; who is your brother? I forgot his name."

"Oh, his name's…." she didn't hear the rest, for a familiar giggle caught her attention. It was her son, who was laughing and having fun with the clown she had hired for his party. This was the first time she's seen him smile in weeks. She couldn't help but have a small grin form on her lips.

"...he's sort of a clown, but I think you too will be good together."

"Who?" She asks confusedly, her attention set on her friend again.

"My brother," he repeats, "I mean, let's face it Rachel, you aren't getting any older. Your biological clock is ticking, and I really want another godchild," he exclaims.

Rachel smiles softly at him, simply shaking her head and says softly,"Kurt, you know i'm not ready for that; Chris, isn't ready for that."

"It's been three years, Rachel." He emphasizes the word and shrugs, "I mean, how much more time do you need?"

"Hey Kurt, i'm gonna go give this to Chris, okay?" She says, looking over his shoulder. Noticing the lack of attention given to him, he turns around, spotting his godson play with his lanky clown of a stepbrother.

"Alright," He sighs, "But don't think I've finished with this conversation!" She giggled and shook her head, walking towards the clear patio doors of her penthouse apartment.

"And then I got some Hot Wheels, an-"

"How's my birthday boy doing?" Rachel snuck behind the boy and pulled him into a hug from behind, lifting him in the air.

"Mama, stop!" He giggles, blushing slightly at her display of affection in front of his 'friends'. Once she reluctantly put him down, she stood farther up, allowing Finn to finally get a glimpse of this little boy's mother.

And boy did he get a glimpse.

He first noticed her big brown eyes; easily recognizing them because they resembled Chris'. They seemed bigger though, as if her eyes could dig a hole into his soul, working to pull his feelings out. He could tell where the boy got his short height from, because the young woman could barely reach the shoulder of his clown jumpsuit.

Her lips were plump, the perfect balance between the upper one and lower one. She had a jewish nose; he could tell. So many things can be described about this beautiful soul in front of him, but he'd have too long of a list by the time he would be finished.

"Who's this?" She coos at her son, motioning towards Finn, who remains stone still in front of her.

"His name's Mr. Zany Pants. He's my new friend!" He beamed happily at his mother who grinned amusedly back. Looking at Finn, she reached a hand out for a shake.

"Hi, I'm Rachel."

"Finn," he managed to muster out, shaking her hand. He tried to avoid the tingling feeling enveloping his body from their touch. He could tell she was too, when he saw her arm twitch slightly in shock.

"Thank you so much for being able to come on such short notice. I know you guys work on a tight schedule, so.."

"Ah, It's no problem; really. Plus, he enjoys learning card tricks, right buddy?" he reached out for a high five in which Chris responded immediately. Rachel turns to look at her son and smiles.

"Hey honey, how about you go and watch the Puckerman's show? I heard he's looking for an assistant for his next act."

Nodding, quickly, he says, "Okay," before running over to the rest of the group. Finn and Rachel watched him as he went.

"You know this is the first time he's smiled in two months?" She exclaims abruptly, crossing her arms and sighing happily. Finn turns his head to look at her.

"Really?" She nods, a worried look taking over her face.

"Yeah. He's been dealing with a few kids picking on him at school. I had to report to his teacher twice for having my baby boy come home in tears with a bruise on his face." She pouts, as Finn hisses.

"Yikes. That's gotta hurt." She turns to look at him head on, her eyes filled with awe and appreciation.

"I thought this party would help things. Inviting his classmates, throwing this big party to impress them. But it turns out the person making him smile today was you all along. Thank you," she touches his arm gently and smiles, him smiling back.

He shrugs, "It's my job."

So life moves on. Puck and Finn go do other birthday gigs with other spoiled children, Puck picking up a girlfriend named Quinn along the way. But nothing, and he means nothing, keeps him from forgetting that beautiful brunette and her amazing son he met that Saturday.

So when Puck tells him the address to another one of their gigs, a halloween party might he add, he couldn't say yes fast enough.

"Dude, dude, slow down, we've got like, fifteen minutes until we've got to be there. You gotta get laid that bad?" Finn slows his walking on the sidewalk of the upper west side of Manhattan.

"I just…." he pants,"...don't want to be late."

"We won't be late," his friend reassures, "and even if we are, it's not gonna matter anyways; the kids and the moms loved us last time."

As soon as they approached they approached the penthouse door, it opened, revealing a very hyper Chris Berry.

"You came!" He dragged both guys in by their hands, pulling Finn in a warm hug as soon as he entered.

"Hey buddy," He chuckled, ruffling his hair a little bit once they pulled apart.

"Mama said you weren't gonna make it, but I knew you would!" His happiness was infectious and the clown couldn't help but smile back just as much.

"Hey, cool costume," Puck says, coming from the kitchen. He pointed the half eaten carrot of his to Chris' cowboy costume. "He loves cowboys." His brown eyes widened, awe taken over his body as he looked up at the entertainer.

"Really?" Finn tried not to smile too wide, for he was feeling his face paint start to crinkle.

"Yeah. When I was little, I loved western movies. I had a cowboy wallpaper in my room. Are you a psychic or something?" He teases, placing his hands on his hips.

"No," Chris giggles, "I'm not a psyic."

"It's psychic, honey," a woman corrects from behind him. Finn looks up to find that it was Rachel, beautiful as ever. He swear he almost choked on his saliva when he saw her costume.

She was a black cat. The color contrasted great with her olive skin, the piece of clothing clinging to her sides. Usually when girls around her age wear a costume, they try too hard to make it look sexy. But not her. It was hot, yes but just the appropriate outfit for a children's party.

"Thank you for coming," she smiles, "Chris practically begged me to invite you here and I couldn't say no."

"Well, I would've said yes in a heartbeat." Finn looked around the spacious complex and viewed the halloween decorations hung around, "Wow, you guys did a great job."

Rachel blushed, "Thank you,"

"I helped!" Chris piped in from under them. Finn chuckled.

"Yeah, I see."

"Hey, follow me! I learned the trick you showed me last time!" He grabbed the giant clown's hand and started tugging him towards the living room.

"Hey." Finn turned around and found the brunette playing with her fingers nervously.

"I know you guys are busy and everything with attending parties, but i'd really like it if you could make it to every one of mine's. Chris really likes you and... I don't know….you're a really nice guy," She bit her lip and looked up at him under her eyes just like Chris does, something he knows they do on purpose. Sucking in a breath, he nods and smiles.

"Sure," She beams at him before pulling his arm gently towards her.

"And next time, leave the clown costume." She whispers in his ear.

That's when everything went downhill.

"I mean, what am I supposed to do?" Kurt watches with raised eyebrows as his brother paces in front of him "I can't just arrive to the parties without my costume. It's my signature thing."

His brother rolls his eyes, "Finn, i'm pretty sure Chris is going to like you no matter what." A moment of silence took over them before Kurt grinned mischievously.

"Wait. Are you talking about Rachel?" Finn sighed and plopped himself on his decrepit couch.

"Yes."

"Finn, she's going to like you just fine. And from what i've heard from you, she likes our personality a lot better than your looks. Just, don't wear any plaid at the parties. That's a turn-off in itself." He stands up and walks to the front door, grabbing his coat from the hook. Turning around, he grins at Finn and shrugs, "I mean, what's the worst that could happen?"

"So," Rachel and Kurt both settle at the table of a local cafe, as Rachel looks at him. "I'll do it."

Kurt tilts his head to the side, "Do what?" She swallows hard and grins.

"I'll go on a date with your brother." a squeal erupted from the man as he claps happily, "But, I need to meet him first, or at least know something about him."

Kurt nods in agreement. "Of course. He's-" A ring interrupted Kurt as rachel's phone vibrated on the table. Lifting it up, she pouts when she sees the message.

"Aww man, Chris is sick. I've got to pick my baby up from school."

Kurt pouts, "Aww. well tell the little guy I hope he feels better." She sighs and stands up reaching to kiss his cheek.

"Yeah. Bye Kurt! This conversation is no over, mister. Then, we'll discuss our love life."

"Yeah, yeah. when pigs fly!" He shouts as the petite brunette leaves the shop.

"So, wait, what do I do again?" Blaine asks as he adjusts the dj stand. Puck facepalms.

"Dude, I must've told you like, seven times already. Just create a child friendly playlist for the kids. That's it. You good to go?"

Nodding reluctantly, the hair gelled man, straightens his bow tie. "Yeah." Puck rolls his eyes.

"Good." Finn gives a kind smile to the newbie before turning around and setting his station for Chris' sixth birthday party.

He can't believe how fast the year has went for him. During the time span of twelve months, his friend Puck had a child with Quinn named Beth, their entertainment group gained a new DJ, Blaine, who starts work for the first time today, and his relationship with the little boy and his mother has strengthened more and more over time. He sat down on an all-so-familiar patio chair as if he's known the seat all his life. From Thanksgiving, Hanukkah to the Fourth of July, he's been at Rachel's place for various events. It was getting to the point that he believed she was randomly creating parties just to have him around. But that was the problem. She wanted him around too much, and she always pestered him to keep his work clothes at home. But he couldn't...not like this.

So that's why he had to do this. It hurt him, yes, but it had to be done. He had to move on.

"Finn!" He turns around and spots just who he needed to see; Chris. Oh yeah, and something else to add to the sadness of this situation? Chris calls him by his real name now. Rachel found that it was more appropriate for him to be called by his first name since he's been at their home so many times. They shared their usual handshake, and Chris beamed up at him, his missing baby teeth making the smile a more toothy grin.

Finn smiled and ruffled his brown hair, "Hey buddy. How's your party going?"

"It hasn't started yet, duh!" He rolled his eyes dramatically, and giggled at Finn's taken aback expression. It's almost scary how much the small boy acts like his mother. It only hurts the clown's heart more when he thinks about what he's about to do.

"I'm talking about your day overall, silly!" The giant clown lifts the laughing boy in the air as if he weighs nothing, tickling him in his arms. Chris lets out a familiar cackle, resulting in hysteric laughter between both of them.

"Finn! What are you doing to my son?!" He turns his head and spots Rachel, her arms crossed with a slight grin on her face. Sighing, he gently places the boy back down on the ground, both of them still laughing.

"Sorry, Rach," He apologizes shrugging, "just having some fun," 'before I leave you guys forever', he thinks to himself, sadly. She shakes her head and smiles.

"Whatever," She walks over to him and pulls him into a hug. Finn tries to swallow the lump in his throat at the warm, homey contact between them.

"How are you?" She asks once they pull apart.

"I'm good," he lies. "You?" She sighs and runs a hand through her hair.

"Not really. There's still a lot of things to be done. I mean, I still have to finish decorating my apartment, the candy hasn't been put in the piñata yet, a-"

"Why don't I help you?" He offers abruptly. The brunette shakes her head and smiles softly.

"Finn, I can't ask you to do that."

"You didn't." He says simply. "Come on, just let me help. I'm serious."

She giggles, "I'm sorry, but I can't take you serious at all with what you're wearing right now." The zany clown looks down at his costume, blushing through the white paint of his face.

"Ha, ha, very funny," He says dryly, ginning.

"Well, I wouldn't be laughing if you would just forget the costume," she points out, smirking. Finn sighs and shakes his head.

"Rach, you know that I do this fo-"

"For the kids, that's what you told me," She finishes. "But what would it matter anyway? Chris already knows you're not actually a clown."

He scoffs "No he doesn-"

"Yes I do!" The boy shouts from the snack table. Shaking his head and chuckling, Finn turns back to Rachel.

"I'm sorry Rachel, but I can't do that." Disappointment fills her eyes.

"Why not?" She asks quietly. His heart starts beating erratically, and before he could stop himself...

"This is my last gig." He blurts abruptly. Realizing what he said, he clenches his eyes shut for a moment before opening them reluctantly. Though he wishes he hadn't, once he sees her hurt expression.

"Wh-What?"

Finn sucks in a breath. "I got a new job, at a tire shop. I mean, let's face it Rachel, this wasn't really my job. It was Pucks. And I've been starting late night classes at Pace; for a teaching degree." He watches as her hurt expression turns into one of confusion, tears filling her eyes. Goddamnit, why does he make people cry all the time?

"Bu-But, what does this have to do with you doing gigs here?" She frowns at him, "I-I just don't understand why you think this is bad for you." Finn looks at the ground, purposely avoiding her gaze. "Is it something I did?" His head snaps up as he backtracks.

"No!" Yes. "I just think we've been acting a lot closer than a normal client/employer relationship." The giant cringes when he sees an angry expression draw upon her face.

"This isn't a normal relationship. I thought we've established that by now." she crosses her arms, "though it seems a lot less that that to me. I mean, you don't attend the other invites I give you that doesn't involve a party, and you still haven't shown me what you look like behind the clown costume. It sort of makes me feel like the idiot, and you just the silly entertainer who justs watches the whole thing unfold with amusement."

Finn frowns and shakes his head, "No, that's not it at al-"

"And what is Chris gonna think, huh?" She asks, a tear falling down her cheek, "he adores you. How is he going to feel when he won't be able to see you again?"

"Who won't I be able to see again?" The little boy asks, walking up to the two during their tense conversation. Crap. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. The clown opens his mouth to speak, but before he could, Rachel interrupts him.

"Honey, Finn's last gig is today," she says softly though her weary voice. "He's not gonna come to anymore of your parties." Chris turns around and gapes at the adult, his eyes swirled with sadness.

"Is this true?" Sighing, Finn nods.

"Yes." Tears surface in his brown eyes but he wipes them furiously before they fall out.

"How could you?!" He yells at him.

Rachel reaches out to touch his arm softly, "Baby-"

"I thought you were my friend! 'Best friends forever,' remember?!" His lip wobbles uncontrollably, as tears finally slide down his face. "First my dad, now this? I hate you!" Crying, he runs away, accidentally knocking down a nearby pitcher of lemonade as he goes.

"Honey, come back…" Rachel runs after her son, avoiding the spilled liquid near the kiddie pool. Turning around, Finn follows the two that mean the most to him, forgetting the spill himself.

"Wait! I can expla-" slipping on the juice, he trips, making a huge splash! in the kiddie pool.

"What in the world!" Kurt jogs quickly on the terrace, placing his gift for Chris down on a nearby table. Rushing up towards him, he gapes at the scene as Rachel and Chris return to see what happened.

"Good job keeping your identity hidden," the clown mutters sarcastically to himself. Finn grabs his soggy red wig and yanks it off, wiping his face paint off with many attempts.

"What's going on over here?" Rachel jogs over and leers at Finn, who blushes and tries to avert his gaze at her.

"It's my brother being clumsy, that's what it is." Rachel turns to gape at her friend, pointing at the soaked clown still in the now half-filled pool.

"Brother?!" She shrieks, He is your brother?!"

"Yes, I thought I told you that already. My brother? Finn Hudson? Does that ring a bell?" When she continued to stare at him, Kurt facepalmed, "I told you he was a clown, remember?" Rachel frowned as if she were trying to remember what he told her. While all of this is happening, Chris gapes at the man before him, turning to his uncle immediately.

"Finn is your brother, Uncle Kurt?" Finn looked on with wide eyes at his brother and the boy.

"Woah, woah, woah. Uncle?"

Kurt rolls his eyes, "Yes, I told you about them, like a million times."

"So when you called your brother a clown," Rachel drawls out slowly, "you meant he was actually a clown." Her friend groans.

"Yes, which is why i've been trying to set you guys up. That was my plan all along!" When he got confused looks from all three of them, he elaborated, "I referred the entertainment business Finn works at to you, Rachel because you're too stubborn to meet my brother in person. Finn, I got you this gig to get you out of your funk and to meet Rachel, who I've told you endlessly about. You two were just too absorbed in your own lives to even listen to what I told you!" He finishes, crossing his arms with a huff.

"Oh." Finn says simply.

"This is awkward…" Rachel mutters. Suddenly, Finn stumbles clumsily out of the pool.

"Uh...I'm gonna go change, 'cause this is awkward." He looks down at the two that stole his heart and sighs dejectedly, "I'm sorry for the trouble I caused. From now on, I'll be out of your way." With that he walked away, leaving the joy he once had standing in the middle of the terrace.

"How the hell do you do it, Finn?"

Looking up from tying his shoes, the giant frowns at his brother, "Huh?"

Sighing, Kurt sits down next to him on the guestroom bed. "How do you act so oblivious all the time."

Finn sighs, "what are you talking about Kurt?"

"Finn, those two love you." He points out. "Rachel told me what you said. I mean, really Finn? You had to say that?"

"I didn't mean to do it that way..." He defends lamely.

"Oh, and what way would you have prefered? Ignoring every phone call you get from them whenever they want you to attend one of their parties?" After a moment of silence, Kurt sighs, "Look Finn, I know you. I know you're scared about how this may turn out, but imagine how Chris and Rachel feels? They lost a husband, a father three years ago. It's hard for them to trust anyone. And just when they do, that person slips between their fingers just like that? It's unfair, and you for one should know how that feels."

"I know you love them," he continues. "I didn't set you guys up if I didn't think this would be the best for you. But, goddamnit Finn, did you have to make it so difficult?" His brother cringes at his tone as the question stays in the air.

Kurt clears his throat and straightens his shirt, "Anyways, I got Rachel to come talk to you. She's in the family room right now, so you might as well take this chance."

"Wait what?" Finn asks. "What chance?" Kurt grins mischievously and walks to the door.

"Bye." And with that, he's gone. Sighing Finn gets up and walks out the door, already thinking of what he's about to say.

"Hey." The brunette looks up from her lap and stares blankly at Finn. Sitting down next to her, he sighs.

"I want to say that i'm sorry."

"Wh-Why did you do it?" She finally asks. "Why did you keep yourself hidden from us for so long?"

"I was insecure." He responds. "I thought that if you guys didn't know who I was, then maybe things would be easier."

"But don't you see how it's twice as bad now?" She asks. The petite brunette looks at him and frowns. "We wanted to get to know you; I wanted to get to know you. I didn't care about what facial features you had or the color of your hair. I just wanted you."

Finn stares at her in awe, whispering, "Really?" She laughs without humor.

"Yes, really."

Pursing his lips, he nodds. "Okay then." Straightening himself up, he pushes his hand towards her. "Let's start again. Hi, my name is Finn Christopher Hudson. What's yours?" He gives her a lopsided smile to encourage her to follow along. Slightly taken aback, she stares at him with a frown before grinning and reaching to shake his hand.

"Rachel Berry."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Rachel Berry." He grins at her before pouting, "So you forgive me?"

Rachel rolls her eyes and grins, "Just c'mere you." She pulls a suprised Finn into a hug, on that lasts alot longer between two people who are just friends. When they pull apart, they just stare at each other, Finn at the beauty of a girl before him, and Rachel at the clumsy man who stole her heart and her son's also. Reaching up to caress his face, she leans in, capturing their lips in a small yet sentimental kiss.

Blushing, she giggles when she sees the goofy grin appeared on her friend's face.

"So…." She twirls a strand of hair around her finger and bites her lip. "...Now that I know who you are, Finn Hudson, I'd really like it if we could go out for coffee sometime to talk about things, don't you think?" Smirking mischievously, the clown catches on and leans in, their noses practically touching.

"And what would we be talking about, Mrs. Berry?" He husks out, inching even closer to her.

"Oh you know…." She pecks his lips again, "Chris…." another one, "Work…." and again, "...and other upcoming dates."

Grinning against her lips, he says, "That sound perfect to me," and continues their kiss.

"Eww! Cooties!" Pulling apart quickly, the two adults snap their heads towards the squeaky voice, soon finding it was Chris.

Rachel pats a seat next to her for her son, "come here, sweetie." walking briskly towards them, he sits between them, leering at Finn from the corner of his eye.

Rubbing the boy's' back, Finn says, "Buddy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." When the apology didn't make him budge, The brunette nudged him, giving him a stern look. Finally he relaxed, turning towards him with a smile.

"I forgive you." The hazel eyed man gaped at him.

"Ju-Just like that? You forgive me?" His his little brown head nods and he grins.

"Yep. Uncle Kurt told me what happened. Don't worry, you're still my best friend!" Surprised when the little boy pulls him into a hug, Finn grins before running a hand gently through his hair.

"Good to know." After a moment of peaceful silence, Finn asks, "Hey Chris, where is Kurt by the way?" Pulling back, the boy frowned in distaste.

"He was spreading cooties with Mr. Blaine Game. Ugh!" Both Finn and Rachel laugh at his explanation, to the point where they're practically crying.

"I guess we won't be seeing him any time soon," Finn laughs. Rachel nods in agreement. Another comfortable silence fills the air as the three lay together on the couch, soaking up the resolved status they have at that moment.

"Hey Finn?" The six year old asks. Finn looks down at the boy.

"Yes, Bud?" Chris points at his friend's face with curiosity.

"You don't look like a Mr. Zany Pants at all."

Finn chuckles at this and nods, "That i've been told, Chris. That I've been told."

There ya go! This took forever to do, but I just loved writing it! Let me know what you thought of the story and stay tuned for the next chapters of my three other stories. Love ya! Bye!

~Vikki3775