A/N: Thank you all for the encouraging reviews. One thing I can promise you is Burt and Rachel's dads will NOT stay bad guys. I used their opinions to increase my artistic interpretation. But not to worry, our supportive Burt will be back. Just for reference, season four is NOT happening in this story. Finchel will not, in any way, be apart or broken up. We're starting the rewrite process for season three! This is kind of Big Brother, but also, my own scenes. I'm merely taking bits and pieces from the episode.

Enjoy!

Love, Rachael


"So when are you moving into the apartment?" Kurt asked as they stood at Rachel's locker. "Because I definitely think you should have a house warming party, you know something classy where everyone dresses up!"

"We're packing everyday after school this week, and hopefully moving in on Friday," she said excitedly. "Though I don't think Finn would go for the whole party thing right now. He's more worried about this week."

Carole was still the only parent that was supportive at the moment, so Finn and Rachel were staying at the Hudson-Hummel's until they were completely packed up and moved into the new place. Burt still wasn't happy with the marriage, and staying with them was ultimately going to add fuel to the fire.

"You're right, but maybe we can talk him into it? Or you could, distract him, and then tell him about it!" Kurt seemed very enthused with idea and was already planning the whole thing in his head.

"Who's getting distracted by Rachel?" Finn asked as he slid up to the pair, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "Because I really hope it's me."

"Okay, Finchel PDA, not necessary," Kurt said, holding up a hand to the two.

"This definitely could be worse. Where's Blaine? Shouldn't you be with him?" Finn asked, merely tightening his hold on the tiny girl.

Kurt huffed, feeling dismissed. He started walking away as he said, "You're so rude, Finn."

"Well, now that he's gone..." Finn mumbled, turning the girl around while pressing his lips to hers. He deepened the kiss almost immediately, gently pushing her so that her back was against the locker. The bell had already rung, so no one was in the hall way.

"Fi-Finn," Rachel mumbled a bit breathlessly as his lips moved to her neck. "Finn, we have-we have to stop, g-get to class."

"Busy," was all he said as he continued his assault on her neck. She sighed, running her hands through his hair, enjoying the feeling for a moment.

"I-I have to get t-to English," she struggled, pushing him away gently. He looked down at her in disappointment. "We'll continue this later."

At that, a huge grin filled his face, and he backed away from her. "I'm holding you to that, Mrs. Hudson."


Sitting in Geometry, finishing her homework, Rachel's teacher called her up to her desk. Rachel looked wide-eyed at the woman, confused as to why her teacher looked so annoyed.

"Yes Mrs. Bletheim?"

"I know you're taught all of these big dreams in that silly little club that results in you dancing all over the school, but this is math class. I would appreciate if you saved your dreams for your diary or the choir room, rather than your math tests. You're acting like a silly little girl," the woman snarled, handing Rachel the math test she had completed the day before.

Rachel glanced over it and then to her teacher. "I don't see anything resembling a diary entry on my test; it's all math related work."

"The name Miss Berry. I don't care if you think you and Mr. Hudson are going to be together forever, or if you picture your wedding with him everyday. Save that for your diary," the woman scolded loudly, causing most of the students to look up at the commotion.

Rachel glanced at the name slot, where she had used her legal name, Rachel Hudson. "Mrs. Bletheim, that is my name. Finn and I got married a few days ago, and I changed my last legally. I would appreciate it if you wouldn't announce my personal business to the entire class," Rachel said in a quiet, firm voice. Just then, the bell rang, allowing for Rachel to quickly pick up her belongings and leave.

Once she was out in the hall, she let out a huge breath of air. The woman had angered her in the time it took to have that short conversation. "Hey Lady Hudson!" She turned to see several hockey players, who had been in her math class, with slushies.

"Are you sure she's the lady? I'm pretty sure that's Finn," one sneered, laughing.

"I can assure you that Finn is not a woman, nor is he gay. Stop demeaning him, and grow up. He's more of a man than any of you." Normally she wouldn't provoke her attackers, but she had already been angry, and they were saying things about her Finn. They were surrounding her, leaving no room for escape. All she wanted to do was get to the library, where glee was meeting to discuss senior skip day.

"What did you say to me?" Rick the Stick said, stalking towards her until her back was against the locker. "Because it seemed like you said I wasn't a man." He grabbed her arm roughly, slamming his fist into the locker next to her head. She flinched at the sound and the pain in her arm.

"You aren't," she kneed him in the groin. "You're a little boy who has no idea how to be an adult."

Before she could make a run for it, roughly ten slushies hit her. She pushed through all of them and ran toward the library. She didn't bring a change of clothes, and would have to stay in her sticky, purple stained ones for the rest of the day.

"Hey, Midget!" Santana said, stopping her mid run. "What happened."

"I don't want to talk about it. I just want to get to the library with the rest of glee." She was close to tears.

"Uh uh, if the jolly green giant sees you like this, he won't even give you time to explain. I have some clothes in my gym locker, let's go," Santana said, pulling her towards the locker room. "Sit mini-Hudson."

Santana proceeded to wash the slushie out of Rachel's hair. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"I was serious about moving with you guys. I can't promise I'm not going to be a bitch because let's face it, I am a bitch. But I've stopped hating you a long time ago, and I'd like for us to be, and I hate to say this, friends," Santana practically spat the word out, but was serious all the same. "Done."

Santana handed her a pair of tiny gym shorts and her red McKinley t-shirt. Rachel changed quickly, pulling her hair up into a ponytail.

The two walked into the library together, where everyone was already loudly discussing their options for senior ditch day. Finn was sitting on the backrest of a chair, letting the seat for Rachel. She sat down in between his legs, and rested her cheek against one of his knees.

"Rachel, what happened," Finn asked immediately, knowing she was wearing a dress when he last saw her.

"Slushie blitz-attack. I'm fine, Babe, really," she said, putting on an unconvincing smile.

"Who did it." Finn was pissed, and his voice turned dangerous.

"Finn, please leave it. I antagonized them, it's my fault. They said stuff about you, and I couldn't not defend you, so they were mad." She turned around to face him, sitting on her knees, while resting her arms on his legs. "They were just slushies. I'm fine."

He looked down at her, glancing over her until he found her arm. There were bruises forming from where Rick had grabbed her. Finn's eyes darkened in anger. "Who did this to you, who bruised you?"

"It was Rick, but I'm fine. Please, just stay here with me, please?" His face soften and nodded. He grabbed a hold of her and plopped into the chair, resting her on his lap. "So where are we going?"

"We were thinking Six Flags, yo," Artie said, smiling at Rachel.

Discussion continued, mostly of what they could do at Six Flags, until the bell rang. They all left the library, moving to their last class of the day before glee.

Finn walked Rachel to the door of her final class and gave her a small kiss. "I love you, and I'll meet you at your locker."

After Rachel moved in the door, Finn found himself moving to where he knew Rick was going to be standing. He figured it wouldn't hurt to skip gym to defend and protect his wife. Hell, it should probably be encouraged.

He found him leaning up against a locker, without any of his goons. "Hey Hudson, did your wife come bitching to you? It was just a little ice and syrup."

Finn grabbed the edges of his jacket and shoving him into the locker again."Let's get this straight. You touch her again, and I swear those checks and hits you get on the ice will seem like nothing. I will end you," he growled in his ear, dangerously low, slamming him again for emphasis. "You got it?"


"Hey, you skipping too?" Puck said, plopping down beside him on the curb behind the dumpster. "That's way more bad-ass than anything Berry would ever let you do."

"She doesn't know." Finn ran a hand over his face. "I had to take care of Rick."

"Okay listen, Dude, I know she has your balls and everything, but I have a proposition. I'm going to open a pool-cleaning business in California. I want you to come with me. I want you to be my business partner."

"Oh wow, um, I'm honored that you even considered me, but I'm moving to New York."

"Don't you think it's time to focus on what you want, rather than what she wants. It's always been about her and what she wants, but what about you. Focus on you," Puck insisted, clearly wanting his best friend there with him.

"Maybe I would have considered this before, but, Dude, I'm married. It's not like we're just dating or engaged. I have to think of her when I make decisions because there is no way that we are going to be on opposite sides of the country. I just-I don't even want to think of being that far away from her. If that makes me a girl or whatever, fine. But I love her," Finn responded. "I've, uh, applied to every college I could find in New York that would possibly accept me."

"I guess you're serious about this."

"She's my wife; of course I'm serious about this."

"Do you think you could come help with this one pool? You're good with motors, and I could really use your help?"

"Yeah, sure, Dude."

After Blaine and Cooper's performance, Finn and Rachel were walking out towards his truck. Kurt and Blaine were following behind. "Mom's making vegan lasagna for you tonight, I'm sure it'll be super delicious."

"She doesn't have to do that, I can cook for myself. I hate that she goes to so much trouble just for me," Rachel sighed, looking up at Finn. He opened her door for her and helped her up into the truck. Kurt and Blaine climbed into the back as Finn slid into the driver's seat.

They walked in the door to the smell of sauce and the sounds of Carole shutting cabinets. "Carole, don't make desert! I made banana bread and cookies last night!" Rachel said loudly enough for the woman to hear her, before disappearing into the kitchen to help.

"Finn, can I talk to you son?" Burt said, standing in the middle of the living room. Finn nodded as he set his backpack down and plopped onto the couch. Burt sat in Chris's recliner and heaved in a deep breath.

"So what's up? If this is another lecture, I really don't want to hear it. Rachel and I have to keep on packing. I'd like to move into the apartment by the end of the week."

"I just wanted to ask you a question. Why were you so insistent on marrying Rachel now. Why not in a few years? Or at least until this school year was over," Burt asked, but his tone wasn't harsh like it usually was when the wedding came up in conversation.

"I married her now because I love her, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. Everyone keeps on telling us it was a bad idea or it wouldn't last. We're going to have to work hard, and we understand that, but we're going to work harder because we know that the other isn't going anywhere. We saw no point in waiting. We love each other, and we were both ready," Finn breathed out.

"And you're not worried about Broadway becoming more important than you?" Burt asked bluntly.

"Maybe if I had married sixteen year old Rachel, but she's changed so much. I know she loves me. Broadway's still important, but I know I'm going to be there on her opening night, front row center. I'm going to be there for each and every opening night, and all of her closing nights. I'm going to be there for every Tony award. But through all of that, we're going to be married and loving each other. Broadway is her dream, so I'm going to support that."

"And you're what? Going to follow her around, carrying her stuff?"

"No, I applied to several schools in New York. Rachel helped me get better grades, and studied for the SATs with me. I have good enough scores to get into at least one." His voice held such excitement that Burt couldn't help but smile.

"And what are you going to do at these New York schools?"

"I realised that I want to follow in the footsteps of one of my biggest role models and become a teacher. I can be a music teacher, and New York will have so many opportunities for me to get a job as a music teacher. Who knows, maybe I can even start my own glee club."

"I think I just realised that I was being a bit hypocritical," Burt said slowly. "Kurt's mother and I got married a week after we graduated. I loved her with everything in me, and maybe I was just trying to protect you from the pain that I felt when I lost her. Rachel has such big dreams, and I was worried she would leave you in a different way. I was trying to protect you, and I'm so sorry that I acted the way I did. I am so happy that you've found a dream to follow."

The two stood up and hugged one another. "Now lets go eat dinner so I can get to that desert that my daughter-in-law made. I'm pretty sure she made me peanut butter cookies to try and soften me up."

Finn laughed and nodded. "Knowing her, they'll have letters on them, spelling out some message. But they'll be super good."

It was finally time for senior skip day, though many of the people skipping were definitely not seniors. All of the New Directions ran into Six Flags, ready to start riding rides and playing games.

As they stood in line for the first roller-coaster, Rachel fidgeted anxiously next to Finn, not very fond of the big metal ride, full of loops. "Are we even sure the hobbit is even tall enough to ride this ride?" Santana teased, glancing at Rachel, who huffed in indignation.

"I think she'll be okay, but Finn might be too tall. He'll his his head off of things when we go around loops," Kurt said, laughing.

As they got closer, Rachel's grip on Finn's hand got tighter. "You'll be fine, Babe."

They all piled on, Rachel and Finn in the front, despite her protests. Though in the end, she ended up enjoying it and was less hesitant to ride other rides after that. They road probably every ride in the park in between eating.

Finally Rachel decided she wanted Finn to win her stuffed animals. First they started at a football throwing game, where Finn won Rachel a stuffed poodle, a stuffed kitten, and a puppy with floppy ears.

Next they move to a basketball game where Rachel got a unicorn and a turtle. She had already purchased a small bag to collect Finn's winnings in. "Rach, don't you think you have enough?"

"No! I want more; I'll share with the others. Pleeease?" She gave him a pout and his resolve melted. He rolled his eyes and grinned at her.

"I'll win you more, Baby. Which booth has something that you want?" She looked around at all of the game booths and pointed to one that had a stuffed, golden star with a face sewn onto it.
"That one Finny!" she said, hopping up and down excitedly.

All Finn had to do was knock down milk jugs. He completed the task on the first try, winning Rachel her gold star. She squealed in excitement, giving him a giant hug. He decided then he would win her as many as she wanted if it made her that happy. In the end, she ended up receiving fourteen stuffed animals but gave one to Kurt for Blaine.

"Of course. I'll aid in a Klaine present!" she had said happily. "His brother really has him down this week."


Rachel was at her locker when he stalked up towards her. "You did awesome today at Anderson's class."

"Thank you, Noah," she said, closing her locker and turning to look at him. "Did you want something, or are you just here to congratulate me on a stellar performance? Because that really doesn't seem like you."

"I'm here to tell you about Finn. He's gonna go to LA with me and join in my pool-cleaning business."

"Wh-what?"

"Finn's going to California with me."


"Baby? Are you here? Why didn't you wait for me?" Finn called out as he neared his bedroom that was full to the brim with boxes. He entered the room to find his tiny wife curled up in the middle of the bed, hugging her knees to her chest, crying. "Rach, Baby, are you crying?"

"When were you going to tell me?" she choked out through her sobs.

"Tell you what? Honey, I don't know what you're talking about?" Finn said, carefully sitting on the edge of their bed. "What's with the tears? What did I do?"

"You're leaving me!" she wailed, hiccupping. "You're leaving me, and you didn't even tell me!"

"I'm not leaving you! What on earth would make you think that? I love you, and we're moving to New York in a few months. I'm definitely not leaving you," Finn said, taking her small frame into his arms.

"B-but Puck said, he said you w-were leaving w-with him f-for California," she shuddered out. "D-do you really not want to g-go to New York?"
"I'm going to kill him," Finn mumbled. "Baby, I told Puck that I didn't want to go with him. I want to be in New York. I was going to wait to tell you, but I-I got a letter back from SUNY and Adelphi."

"You, you already got letters back from schools?" She looked up at him through her eyelashes. "I mean I got my letter from NYU, but you didn't say anything."

"I was going to surprise you, but I guess that didn't work."

"You're really going to New York."

"Baby, I'm definitely not going to be away from you, and how can we get you to Broadway from California."

"I love you."


A/N: Let me know what you guys think!