It's said that everything happens for a reason.

Maybe the two of them were too young and weren't ready for this, but they had to grow up fast.

They were just barely out of college and they were going to have a baby.

And Finn was finally going to have what he didn't get with Quinn: a family. And it was even better this time around because he loved Rachel. With all his heart.

Even though they were young, there was never any doubt in the matter: they were keeping it. They were always going to keep it, a little person that was part her and part him.

The first few weeks after they found out they were absurdly careful with everything they did, terrified the tiniest mistake would harm the baby.

It seemed almost too good to be true: everything had happened at once—college graduation, marriage, baby—bam, bam, bam. Finn almost couldn't believe everything was coming up roses for the first time in his life.

They waited until she was in her second trimester and beginning to show to tell anyone. The chance of miscarriage had dramatically decreased and they wouldn't be able to hide it much longer anyway: Rachel was petite and there wasn't much room on her tiny frame to hide a baby.

They lived in New York, and the closest any of their old friends lived to them was, well, next door. Kurt and Blaine had ended up literally being their neighbors; however, most still resided in Ohio with a few scattered haphazardly about the country.

Rachel drew up a twelve-step plan—PowerPoint, flow chart, the longest list in the history of man and all—and designated Kurt and Blaine the 'dress rehearsal' (or 'test drive' as Finn preferred; he felt it to be more macho) before they had to tell their parents.

Rachel's eyes lit up when she caught the scent of freshly baked cookies upon entering the house. Finn thought she looked slightly demonic (but adorably demonic, he amended).

"Are those cookies vegan?" Rachel asked, attempting to peer around Kurt at a tray of delicious-looking cookies. Finn had already spotted a tray with a sticky note bearing his own name. Kurt was so thoughtful.

"Of course," Kurt said. "We knew you'd drop by eventually. Here, Frankenteen," he added, handing Finn the 'Finn' tray. "I hope these'll tide you over so you won't eat me out of house and home."

"Hey!" Finn protested. "I don't eat houses! They're too… house-y."

Blaine snorted as he pulled yet another cookie tray from the oven. "You've quite the vocabulary, Finn."

"Thanks," Finn grinned, the sarcasm flying over his head like Halley's Comet flies over earth.

Both Rachel and Finn were silent for a few precious moments as they devoured the cookies. Rachel quickly remembered herself and began to eat more like a lady and less like a voracious teenage boy who hadn't eaten in three hours—well, less like Finn.

"We, uh, we have something to tell you," Finn said around a mouthful of his seventh cookie. Rachel elbowed him, and he swallowed before continuing. "You might want to sit down."

Kurt and Blaine sat down at the table, the latter looking alarmed and the former completely composed.

Finn leaned over to Rachel. "You tell them," he said in his awful attempt at a whisper. Kurt had to squelch the urge to roll his eyes.

"I thought you wanted to tell them," Rachel whispered back. "Fine. Whatever."

She turned her gaze back to Kurt and Blaine, who were waiting patiently and nervously, respectively.

"I'm pregnant," she said bluntly.

Shock darted across Blaine's face, quickly replaced with happiness. Kurt simply smiled smugly.

"That's great!" Blaine exclaimed excitedly.

"Knew it," Kurt said in a sing-song tone. "You're a great actress, Rachel," he said hurriedly, seeing her disappointed expression. "My brother wears his heart on his sleeve. His face is a direct newsfeed to his life."

Finn's hands shot up to cover his face defensively. "No, it isn't," he said weakly, but Kurt's 'bitch, please' look shut him up.

Kurt and Rachel split off to talk about baby stuff (which confused Finn, and, honestly, he couldn't care less about), and Blaine stayed behind with Finn, who was already fiddling with the TV to see if there were any sports games on.

"So when are you and Kurt gonna have kids?" Finn asked suddenly.

"Uh… we can't," Blaine said, obviously questioning Finn's already-doubtful mental health.

"No, I mean like what Rachel's dads did," Finn corrected himself. "With a chicken waster or something."

"Turkey baster!" Rachel called from the kitchen, ignoring Kurt's hushed "Rachel!"

"Yeah, that," Finn said, nodding gravely.

"I don't know," Blaine said honestly. "We've never talked about it."

"Well, get cracking," Finn said. "Or turkey basting. I don't want to miss my one shot at being an uncle."

They left shortly after that, mostly because Finn wanted to give Kurt and Blaine time to mull his proposition over and also because Kurt wanted to murder his brother (and his sister-in-law, for that matter; her contribution certainly hadn't helped) for casually discussing how gay people have children with his husband.

That night, Finn buckled on his hard hat (he actually did; Rachel had to pry it off and convince him he would be fine and her dads wouldn't hunt him down for impregnating their little girl) and the two of them phoned their parents.

Finn's mother almost squealed in excitement, and his stepdad offered a few words of congratulations and a promise that his life would never be the same after this.

Rachel's dad gasped in shock before congratulating her, and her daddy informed the couple that their child had better come to Lima and visit its grandparents all the time.

They told the rest of their friends a few days afterward, and then life continued as normal as it could for now.

To be continued.