By popular demand here is the prequel to Rivals, my most successful work to date!

Oh and thanks to my Beyond Excellent Typing-mistakes Adviser hpfangurl12993.



Year: 2014

Rachel Berry was exhausted. In the last twenty-four hours she hadn't had a chance to close her eyes and in the last six her son had been born. She wasn't that comfortable, the hospital pillow her head was resting on was under-stuffed and the sterile cover on it crinkled with any movement of her head- not that she could sleep anyway. She turned over onto her side, which felt more natural, and watched Finn sitting in a rocking chair in the corner cradling their son. The chair's dark brown paint was peeling and bits and pieces of the wood were chipped, but it was sturdy. Finn's legs were stretched out on a foot rest, obviously pushed farther out than normal to accommodate Finn's height. His eyes were closed, as were the small baby's he was holding. The boy already had a mess of thick dark hair, which Rachel smiled at. He was perfect. It was so unreal seeing her sleeping husband holding her sleeping son. Finn and...and... He needed a name.

"Finn," she whispered. He didn't move.

"Finn, come on, get up." He still didn't move. Rachel grabbed the crinkly, under-stuffed pillow from beneath her head and threw it at his legs, careful not to hit the baby. This time he stirred.

"Finn, get up. He needs a name." Finn's eyes opened a bit.

"Can't this wait 'till morning?" he murmured.

"No Finn, now." He sat up.

"How about Leroy or Hiram, after your dads?" he yawned.

"Those names are a bit old fashioned for a baby born 2014 Finn. Maybe Tony?"

"After West Side Story, Rachel? I don't what him to be shot as revenge for an accidental killing!" Finn had seen many musicals since he and Rachel started dating.

"What about Harold?"

"No more musical names Rach. But what about William?"

"You mean after Mr. Schuester?"

"Yeah."

"William Finn Schuester... It has a nice ring to it."

"Who said anything about the middle name being Finn?"

"I carried him for nine months and you choose the first name!" Finn sighed, this wasn't worth fighting over.

"Fine, William Finn Hudson it is."

Rachel smiled. "Now that we've established that, I believe it's my turn to hold Mr. Hudson."

"No way Rach, you just had a baby and I weigh 170 pounds!" Rachel rolled her eyes.

"I meant the other Mr. Hudson, the one that weighs 6 pounds, 3 ounces."

"Oh." He handed Will to Rachel and pulled the rocking chair next to her bed.

Rachel smiled at this simple action. It showed how he wanted to be a good father and wanted to be close to his kid.

"I love you." she smiled, touching his cheek.

"I love you too." he beamed. "And I also love you." he said, brushing his finger tips through Will's dark hair.

. . . . .

Finn Hudson couldn't sleep. Will sucking nosily at his bottle didn't bother him in the least; in fact he kind of liked the sound. He felt a pang of guilt that he could sleep while she stayed up to feed the baby. "I can feed him."

"I suppose you could Finn, but I think I should." she yawned.

"Why? You're too tired to feed him."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes you are Rachel; the bags under your eyes are going to become permanent."

"No they won't."

"Yes they will Rachel, and at twenty-one you'll have them for a while."

"Really?" she panicked.

"Yep, now I think you should sleep while I feed Will, so you can erase the bags."

"Okay, but I have to show you how to feed him properly."

"There's a wrong way to feed a baby?" he asked confused.

"Yes Finn, there is. So with Will all you have to do is hold his head up a bit, and barely tip the bottle up." She demonstrated, then handed the bay to Finn. "Now you try."

Finn tried to copy the exact position demonstrated only moments before.

"Lower his head a bit... okay perfect. Now tip the bottle up a bit more...
stop, you're good." Finn smiled, looking very pleased with himself.

"Now it's time for you to go to sleep." Rachel's eyes widened.

"No thanks, I'm not tired anymore, in fact, I think I can feed Will." she said quickly reaching for her son. Finn smiled knowingly.

"Rachel, are you scared to leave Will alone?"

"No, of course not! Why do you ask?"

"No reason, but in that case I think I'll go change Will." Rachel stood up.

"I'll come with you."

"Just as I guessed, you have this." he said pointing to a page in the book that had been on their nightstand.

"New Mother's Separation Anxiety? I'll have you know I could leave Will alone with just you for a whole day." she said indignantly. Finn stood up. "Hey!
Where are you going?"

"To change Will remember?" he smiled, as he walked towards the door.

2 Minutes Later…

Finn stood by the changing table watching the clock. Two minuets had passed and Rachel hadn't come rushing in yet. He started to think she was right about the separation thing and she wasn't coming. At least until the third minute passed.

"Rachel, where are you going?" he smirked as she passed by the room looking straight at Will.

"To the bathroom." she lied.

"Oh, the bathroom. You mean that place you just went ten minutes ago?"

"That's the one."

"You came by to see Will." he said matter-of-factly. Rachel sighed.

"I really didn't, but seeing as I'm here I might as well change Will. Seeing as you haven't done it yet."

"Sure, fine, I totally understand." he smirked.

"I wouldn't be talking if I were you."

"I'm not scared to changing diapers."

"Okay, then you take care of this one."

"I can't this time Rachel I...I um... have to pee and can't hold it." he lied unconvincingly.

"Uh huh, likely story."


So there's a look into Rachel and Finn's twenty fourteen. If you what to travel forward and see 2015, then ten people have to hit the magic time-machine button below.