Falling in Love: Widower Finn Hudson is grieving the loss of his wife while at the same time raising his five-year old daughter Chelsea Grace Hudson. He's afraid of falling in love again but everything changes when he meets the new beautiful brunette young woman next door.

Chapter 1:

Summer 2031

Death is never an easy thing. I know for one, with my father who died when I was a baby. I don't really remember him well. It's hard to see my mother grieve his loss. She's one of the strongest women I know. She's always there for me and I'm always there for her. It's the way it is. And I'm grateful she is because death hit me again five years ago.

Claire Rose James Hudson is my wife. There's never a was. I never used past tense when I talk about her. She's beautiful with her gorgeous blue eyes and her long wavy blonde hair. We met at senior year of high school at McKinley. We slowly got to know each other, fell in love, and got married in Hawaii. We traveled the world together. We took tons of pictures. We made tons of memories. Memories I'll never forget.

April 7th, 2026 Claire and I welcomed a beautiful baby girl named Chelsea Grace Hudson. I remember trying to be strong. We knew what would become of that day. A day we welcomed Chelsea and a day I had to say goodbye to Claire. The doctors, nurses, her friends, and parents were aware of her birth complication. We were all told that she wouldn't survive after giving birth to our daughter. Believe me, I didn't want too. I hesitated. If I didn't, I'd regret it. I held her hand. She cried. I cried. No one could stop. No one wanted to let Claire go. She was the one who named Chelsea. And I gave her the middle name Grace.

She never got to hold her daughter in her arms.

My world's turned upside down ever since Claire's passed. My mom checked on me every minute, night, and morning. My best friend Noah Puckerman since we were three, called me, came over, and gave a shoulder to cry on. They both did. Actually, everyone in my life did. They were there to help me raise Chelsea. Eventually, timed healed my pain. I went a day, a week, more weeks, and a months without her. Never once did I let her get off my mind.

Now here I am as a single father.

"I don't want to be a big girl now." Chelsea tells me as we got out of the car. She had a fun play-date with Puck and his wife of seven years Quinn Fabray's daughter. They're parents to three kids. Six-year old Valerie and three-year old fraternal twins Matthew and Alexis.

We got inside our suburbs home. She threw her bag on the side. I can tell she's very upset. I sat her on the edge of the couch. "Daddy doesn't like when his little girl is upset." I tell her stroking her back.

"I want to be a baby like Matt and Alexis. " She crossed her arms. "Being big is not fun."

I took a deep breath. Chelsea's a happy girl, smiling all the time, and giggling. She reminds me of her mother so much. She has the hair, the eyes, and her nose. When I look at her, I see Claire. "What are you talking about? Being big is awesome! You get to do everything a little baby can't." I try my best to convince her. On her birthday, she was so excited to turn five. I'm not exactly sure what happened now.

"I want to be a baby!" She repeated herself. I guess I'm not getting a response. I sighed. I carried her into the kitchen to let her have a snack. Whatever she wants is fine, as long as it isn't too much sugar. "Do you want to take a nap?" I asked.

"Yes I do! I'm tired daddy!" She says eating some of her goldfish crackers. That explains why she's a bit cranky. "Alright. And later we have to go school supply shopping."

"School?" She pouts.

"Yes." I nod my head. "Kindergarten." She completed pre-school. She only went to school for two half days on Monday and Thursday nine a.m. to eleven a.m. At first it was tough. She cried every morning that she didn't want to go and she didn't want to leave me or mom. I stayed until she stopped crying. In the middle of the year, she was getting used to being apart. I received so many compliments from her teachers; every single one of them. They told me she's the sweetest kid and most intelligent. They also said she would be missed. I just wish Claire got to see her first day and pre-school graduation. I know she's be proud.

"On Monday and Thursday?" She asked still remembering what days she went to school.

"No baby. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday."

"Every day?" She continued to pout. "That's right."

"But I don't want to go to school every day. I like spending my days with you and Granny!" Mom loves having Chelsea over all the time. She didn't mind at all.

"I know you do. I love when you're with me. So does Granny, she loves you too." I said kissing her head. "It won't be so bad."

"Okay. Fine!" She cried. She carefully gets out of the chair. She walks out of the kitchen with a sad face on. I haven't seen it, but I know she's not happy. It kills me to know when she's upset, angry, or sad. I just want to cuddle with her until I see that smile.

And then I saw it.

Surprisingly, mom came over. She had her own keys for my house. I walk over to give her a hug while Chelsea ran over to her. "Granny! Granny!" She says with her arms wide open.

Mom smiles at us. "Hi my favorite little girl." She says kissing her cheeks.

"And me?" I joked around with her.

"And hello to my favorite son." She kisses me on the cheeks as well. "Your only son." I correct her.

"How are you doing son?" Mom asked me. I honestly didn't want to talk about anything in front of Chelsea. I never do. I hate knowing the fact she'll see me cry. "Can we not talk about it now mom?" I plead

Mom stares at me and then Chelsea. "I love you guys."

"I love you Granny!" Chelsea sent her love back. "I love you mom. Thank you." I said hugging them both. Mom always understood me. She'll come over any time she wants, even if it was to tell us that she loves me.

Suddenly our family moment became interrupted when the doorbell rang. I glanced at Mom and Chelsea. I wasn't expecting anyone over and neither were they. Mom follows me with Chelsea in her arms. That's when I opened the door.

There I saw a beautiful gorgeous woman right in front of me.