Okay then...wow...erm, hi? Yeah, it's us two again and wow, Glee has finally ended for good this time. What can we say that hasn't been said already? We suppose it influenced us more than we realised? Y'see when it first aired, we were going through a rough time with bullying and whatnot and it seemed to be that beacon of hope almost, that one thing we had to look forward to. With that said, I think the ending was good. I think considering how downhill things went since Cory died, it was a really fitting ending. That's the best way to describe it - fitting. It really seemed that yes, this is what these characters would be getting up to five years down the line, even if some of them are a bit out there. It satisfied my emotions as opposed to logic, which is what Glee did best anyway. It put logic aside for emotions and this was one of the rare times it really paid off. For this fic, each chapter is going to focus on a different character and what they are getting up to post Mc Kinley! We hope you enjoy reading this as much as we enjoyed writing it. Peace Out! TG101 :-D x
Blaine nervously checked his watch as he looked out for his husband, his foot tapping impatiently. Out of all days to be late, it had to be today. It wasn't even like Kurt to be late, that was usually Blaine's job. He apologetically at Rachel, who was cautiously sipping an iced ginger tea.
"Come on Kurt where are you?" he mumbled under his breath. Shaking his head, he took his phone out of his pocket to check for any updates.
"Blaine, don't worry about it, Kurt's going to be fine." Rachel reassured, placing a hand on his shoulder. "The subway is obviously late again." she added brightly.
Blaine nodded in somewhat agreement. "Guess you're right. But I don't want you to be late for the appointment. You know what Doctor Balinski is like, he's not keen on lateness."
Rachel shrugged, taking another sip. She looked up, smiling brightly as she noticed her husband come up and sit down. "Hi!" she cooed, kissing him lightly. "How's my Tony award winning husband feeling?"
"Your Tony award winning husband slash director is shattered, to be frank." Jesse muttered, suppressing a yawn. "It's the new female lead, she's such a drama queen" he sighed, waving to someone who obviously recognised him. "I mean she's great and everything, just a lot of hard work. Like someone I know." he said fondly, gazing over at Rachel.
Rachel opened her mouth to respond, only to squeal as she saw Kurt. "Kurt!"
Kurt looked around, his face brightening as he noticed everyone. "Hi, sorry I'm late! I was on the phone to the principal for ages." he muttered dryly, kissing Blaine on the cheek as he sat down. "It's all organised and we've been booked in for next Tuesday."
"I'm sorry, what is this for?" Rachel asked quizzically.
"Well, in between our musical, we've been going round schools in the area to talk about the arts and to also teach about tolerance and acceptance." Blaine explained, placing his hand over Kurt's.
Rachel nodded, glancing at the wedding band on her finger. She had been married for a little over a year and to be honest she couldn't imagine it any different. Except maybe...no, what was she thinking? She was with Jesse and whilst she was the happiest she had ever been, she couldn't help but feel a slight pang of guilt at times, especially when she looked in the mirror and saw the name that was imprinted on her skin all those years ago.
"So we on our way?" Kurt asked, grinning excitedly. "Oh my God, we could actually be having a baby!"
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Kurt, it's just a check up." she said matter of factly, smiling as a faint blush spread across the soprano's cheeks. "You never know it might not work."
"I knew that." he muttered defensively, sipping at his iced coffee. "But still! Can we hurry up?"
"Ah! Rachel Berry!" Dr Balinski boomed, striding over to Rachel and giving her cheeks a kiss as she waddled in. "How have you been?"
Rachel was pretty sure the tired look on her face said it all but she figured she might as well say. He was a trained obstetrician anyway and was considered one of the best private ones in New York.
"Well, aside from this little one pressing on my bladder, which severely interrupts any stage presence that I might have left, I'm doing good." Rachel smiled brightly, rubbing the spot where she felt a nudge.
"Good, good, and what you two? Finished the nursery yet?" he asked, turning to Kurt and Blaine.
"Erm, pretty much. Just need to assemble the crib and then wait." Blaine admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, something he always did when he was put under pressure.
"Ah! Well you'd best crack on then, I am suspecting the baby, eh, it does not want to wait that much sooner. It is wanting to say hi Mommy!" Dr Balinski laughed in broken English. "Okay first things are first we will check the blood pressure, have a few more testings and then the baby. Sound goot?"
"Yep." Rachel agreed, exposing her slender arm to the doctor. She had been through enough prenatal appointments in the last nine months to know what to do and now she was in her last trimester of pregnancy, she was expected to turn up every week.
As the machine worked, she winced a little as she felt the baby give a swift kick to her abdomen. Kurt noticed this and was at her side making the Polish doctor laugh whole heartedly.
"You are worrying too much Mr Hummel Anderson." he mused, checking the results. "You are not to worry, the baby is fine, in tip top. The blood pressure, it is a little high but that is to be expected. Your body is showing the strain, but you are only small Rachel so again, is to be expected. Uh if eet is growing in height we will admit you, okay?"
She nodded in understanding. What with her petite frame, she was warned of her body being put under more stress. Looking down she found Jesse holding her hand for support, running his thumb over the back of her hand.
"Okay dokay right, that is done and now shall we measure your stomach and feel where the baby is, hmm?" Dr Balinski questioned. As she stood up, she took Kurt's hand to use for balance.
"Thanks." she smiled gratefully as she set her feet back down on the floor. As soon as she reached the bed next to the machine, she shuffled onto it, again with Kurt's help, lay down and lifted her shirt to expose the smooth skin of her abdomen. As soon as the doctor's cold hands were placed on her stomach, the baby kicked, making Dr Balinski pull them away in mock surprise.
"Ah! The baby it doesn't like it, eh?" he chuckled, mumbling something in Polish as he concentrated on placing the cold blue gel on her stomach, making Rachel wince at the coolness. "Sorry about that. It has to be cold for better picture." he explained, patting her hand."Okay den little one, where are you hiding dis time?" he questioned humourously as he moved the wand across the skin. "Come out, come out, where ever you are." he sang, his face brightening as the picture cleared. "Ah-ha-ha! Here it is, saying hello!"
As Kurt looked at the screen, he could feel his eyes welling up with tears. "Blaine, that's our baby." he whispered, squeezing his husband's hand. "Oh my God, Blaine!"Blaine nodded, feeling his heart flutter slightly as he too looked at the screen.
"See here?" Dr Balinski asked, tapping the screen. "The baby is big, but not too big, eh, six pounds, seven at a push. At the moment but seeing you are due in a month the baby will be putting on a half a pound each week so yes eight pounds seems accurate."
Rachel gulped as she heard this. Surely that couldn't be right, right? Slowly exhaling, she felt herself shake and couldn't do anything about it.
"Miss Berry, you need to calm down,okay? You are stressed and the baby is not liking it." the doctor pointed out, once again tapping the screen, but this time to the corner, where the heartbeats were increasing. "Just relax and everything will be okay."
Broadway Berry Steps Out
Well known Broadway star and Tony nominee Rachel Berry makes her first appearance since attending the GLAAD awards on Friday night. Berry, who has been nominated for her role in Jane Austen Sings, was seen being accompanied to obstetrician Jakob Balinski's office by her husband Jesse St James, alongside Kurt Hummel Anderson and his husband Blaine Hummel Anderson. It is believed that she is due to give birth within the next month.
"Hey." Jesse mumbled, resting his chin on his wife's head and wrapping his hands around her stomach. "You looking at the website again?"
"Yeah." Rachel admitted, a small sigh escaping her lips as Jesse kissed the sensitive spot on her neck. "I find it helps with my fears."
"What fears, babe? You shouldn't have any fears, you're Rachel Berry." Jesse reminded her, rubbing where the baby moved.
Rachel shrugged, shutting the laptop down. "I don't know, I'm just scared, y'know? One story said I pressured Kurt and Blaine to take part in some Jewish ritual involving a goat once the baby's born."
"Yeah, well they're just ass holes who have nothing better to do with their time." Jesse shrugged, helping his wife to her feet."Now come on, you need your rest if you want to stand any chance of your waters not breaking in the middle of the Tonys."
"If that happened, at least it'd be memorable." Rachel giggled as she waddled to her's and Jesse's bed.
"Yes, but for the wrong reasons. Remember, you need to be remembered for the star you are, not the fool you aren't." he coached, making Rachel roll her eyes. She swore that he acted more of a director and less of a husband at times.
"Whatever you say Jesse." she smiled fondly, gingerly lowering her body into the mattress, the springs bending under her weight.
"Okay, I'm just saying. If your water breaks on stage, don't say I didn't tell you to sleep." Jesse sang as he pointed a finger at Rachel, climbing into bed as he did so.
By this time, there was only a slight audible response as Rachel had started to fall asleep, the comforter encasing her shoulders and a slender leg sticking out, the tanned brown standing out against the stark white of the sheets.
Smirking, Jesse applied one last kiss to her temple before switching the bedside lamp off and falling asleep himself his arms wrapped protectively around his wife.