DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Glee and the characters are property of Ryan Murphy. This is merely for enjoyment!

A/N: I forgot to write one of these for the first chapter but I'm here now! Thanks so much for reading! I hope you enjoy. This chapter is drama-filled but it's one of my favorites. Please review, I love hearing what you all think.

Chapter 2: Plan B, also thwarted

Finn opens the door and enters his and Rachel's apartment. He never thought he could be this happy before. He's married to the woman of his dreams, they just bought the perfect apartment together, and now his band was finally taking off.

He sets down his jacket and keys on the island and looks at the mess of dishes in the sink. 'That's odd. Rachel never ever leaves dirty dishes in the sink,' Finn thinks to himself as he stares down the messy and overgrown pile.

Something was off with her. Finn knew it when he told her the news. He could feel the tension in the air and the look on her face said it all but he just assumes it's because she's on her period. When Rachel's on her period, all hell breaks loose. She's cranky, more stubborn than normal, which he thought was virtually impossible, and sensitive. Also, they had tried having sex once when she had her period but let's just say they will probably never do that again.

"Rachel!" Finn calls out, wondering where she could be. Normally, at 9:15, she's out on the couch watching some show on Bravo that he can't stand.

No answer. She didn't go out, did she? Finn hates when Rachel goes out on her own because New York can be a creepy-ass place at night. He even hates being alone. He bought Rachel like 4 more rape whistles and some mace for when she had to leave for her show at nighttime.

He makes his way to their bedroom and once he reaches the door frame he sees her tiny body in a tight ball underneath the covers. Smiling, he travels quietly towards the king-sized bed they invested in. He is so glad they got this bed cause the sex on it is mind-blowing. Basically, this was their best investment yet.

Feeling a bit horny, he kneels onto the end of the bed and crawls toward the lump under the pile of blankets. When he reaches the top of the bed he pulls the covers away from her gorgeous face. She has her eyes squeezed shut awkwardly so he knows she's not really sleeping. He pulls the covers down some more revealing her tank-top clad chest most definitely without a bra. He inwardly groans and goes for her neck. When his lips attach to that spot that makes her moan his name, he feels her moving restlessly underneath him. He detaches his lips and opens his eyes.

"Hi," she squeaks out while stretching her arms above her head. He's never seen anything sexier.

"Hey there, beautiful," he whispers, "why you in bed so early?"

She looks around nervously. "Um, I was just tired, you know, long day."

His brow furrows as he looks into her deep brown eyes. "You were home all day today. You didn't even go out."

She blinks a few times. "Are you saying I shouldn't be tired or something? I did a lot of housework today, Finn. I'm just exhasted. Why does it matter anyway?" she snapped.

"It-it doesn't," he says with a hesitant tone, "I'm sorry Rachel. I just thought it was odd for you cause you're usually watching tv or something."

"It's alright, Finn. May I go back to sleep now?"

"Well, aren't you all rested up now?" he questions with a smirk, "Cause you know, I was thinking we could, you know…" he gives her a wink.

Finn lightly grabs her face and turns it towards him. He presses his lips against hers urgently and attempts to stick his tongue into her awaiting mouth. But he is met with sealed lips. He pulls away and looks at her with a frown.

"Not now Finn. I'm not in the mood."

She turns onto her side away from him and shuts her eyes. Finn pouts for a moment but decides not to push her. His theory about Rachel's visit of a certain something Mother Nature provides is probably correct.

Finn slides off the bed dejectedly and decides to go watch some EPSN until he himself is tired.

Once Finn's out of the room, Rachel rolls onto her back and sighs while in frustration. She didn't want to reject Finn but she was just so pissed. The pregnancy hormones were not helping at all either. She knew she couldn't go on this tour with him but she also didn't want him to go. She knew she was being selfish but wouldn't he want to be with her at a time like this? Who knows because she's too chicken to tell him now. She'll crush his dreams.

Rachel lays awake for hours thinking. What was she going to do? When was she going to tell Finn? Should she tell him to go live his dreams or totally crush them by getting what she wants? She knows Finn will do whatever she wants because that's just the way Finn is. She feels like the world's worst wife if she tells him not to go. She contemplates for minutes upon hours and finally decides that once she does tell Finn about her pregnancy, she's going to tell him she wants him to go. He needs to take this opportunity. She knows it's a once in a lifetime thing and she can't stand in the way of that. And besides, he'll be there for the birth of their child and that's most important.

Just as she makes that decision she hears the television turn off and barely sees Finn's shadow in the darkness as he creeps into their bedroom. She watches as Finn takes off his shirt and jeans and comes towards the bed. She squeezes her eyes shut as she feels his side of the bed lower.

Finn pulls the covers up and over his half-naked body and moves towards Rachel. He wraps his arms protectively around her.

"Night, baby." Finn whispers affectionately into her ear. Her heart flutters like a sixteen year old when she gets her first kiss. He lightly kisses her temple and settles into the bed. About a minute or so later she hears Finn's light snore in her ear.

This man will be the death of her.

It's a brisk December morning when Finn wakes up. He rolls over to find Rachel's side of the bed empty. She's usually awake before him but she also usually stays in bed with him till he wakes up or wakes him up. There's definitely something wrong.

Finn stands up and goes to the bathroom. He pads out to the kitchen in his boxers and sees his wife sitting at the table with her coffee, glasses on, and reading the newspaper. She has her hair up in a messy bun and has an old McKinley High sweatshirt that sports Hudson on the back. It makes his heart gush. He loves when Rachel wears his clothing.

"Morning baby!" Finn says cheerfully while he makes his way to the coffee pot to pour himself a cup.

"Morning." Rachel crosses her legs and tries to look engrossed in an article she could care less about. Who the hell were the Giants anyway? Did that mean they were bigger than all the other teams? Football did nothing for her. Only if Finn was playing was she slightly intrigued.

Finn stares at Rachel from across the kitchen. Was she reading the sports page? Oh yeah, there was definitely something wrong.

"Uh, Rach, are you reading the sports section?"

"Yes, Finn, and if you don't mind I'd like to read it in peace!"

Rachel really hates being so rude to Finn but she can't help it. She's keeping this huge secret from him and it's absolutely killing her not to tell him right then and there. She needs to get out of here.

"Okay, okay. Sorry babe, it's just been a weird couple of days. Is it your time of mon-"

"I'm going to head out to the grocery store." She cuts Finn off abruptly not even hearing the last part of his question.

"I'll come with you! Let me just go grab my j-"

"NO!" Rachel nearly screams as her glasses fall off her face and into her coffee cup. "God damn it!" Finn looks on in astonishment. Rachel almost never curses.

Rachel cleans up the mess she made and hurries into the bedroom to get changed leaving Finn standing alone in the kitchen.

He sees a blur of her as she grabs the keys from the island. "Bye Finn, see you soon!"

To say Finn was confused was an understatement. It was time for Detective Finn to make his debut. He sets his coffee down on the table and travels towards the bathroom. He pops his head in and eyes up the garbage can.

"Come to papa!" Finn grabs the can and lifts it up to look in at the contents. Dental floss, used cotton balls, tissues, band-aid wrapper. No used tampons or tampon wrappers. What the hell? Now he was really concerned. What was up with Rachel? He thinks back to last night. Being at band practice, driving home, walking through front door, smelling good first home-cooked meal in their new apartment, seeing Rachel all sexy and. Oh no. He took advantage of Rachel last night when he got home. It was their first dinner together in their new home and Rachel looked all sexed-up and he screwed it all up by sharing his news and chowing down like a freaking pig. Shit. He had really screwed up this time. How was he gonna fix this?

Putting the garbage can back down, he walked out to the living room and started pacing. Think, Finn, think. Well, since her home cooked meal didn't go as planned, he could make his own right? It was a start.

Rachel climbs up the stairs to their apartment. She's afraid Finn may be catching on to the difference in her attitude. She's glad she got a break though. She feels much better and she may even tell him tonight. Or maybe tomorrow. She still hasn't decided. As she unlocks the door and opens it, she hears an unmistakable Barbra Streisand song and smells something delicious wafting in the air. How odd. Finn only cooks when she's pissed at him or when she's not feeling well. Well, at least she knows he's caught on.

She walks in with her grocery bags and sets them on the counter. She glances up and sees Finn staring at her with that adorable crooked smile plastered on his face and a 'Kiss the Cook' apron. He never looked more precious.

"Hello there, pretty lady," Finn murmured in a husky tone. "How's about you come over here and give daddy some sugar like the apron says."

Rachel couldn't help but giggle as she made her way over to her husband. He leaned down and she stood on her tippy-toes and gave him a full mouth kiss. Just as things started getting heated, she pulled away to begin putting the groceries away. She looked up at Finn and saw a pout on his face. She just gave him a small smile and went back to work.

Rachel finished putting all the groceries in their proper spots while Finn put the finishing touches on his dinner. He set out all the dishes and prepared everything to perfection. He pulled out Rachel's chair for her and she sat down. Then he sat down himself. "Bon appetit!" Finn exclaimed in his best French accent.

They each took a bite. "Mmm, Finn, this is absolutely fantastic!"

"Thanks Rachel. I'm glad you like it." He gave her a small smile and continued to devour his meal.

They ate in silence for a couple of minutes until Finn broke it. "Oh Rach, I forgot! You wanna hear something else Nate told me about the trip?" Finn spoke without thinking.

Rachel becomes irritated and snaps, "No! I don't want to hear about it right now."

Finn looks like a little puppy that's just been kicked. "Listen Rachel, I know you're pissed about last night but…"

"Pissed? PISSED? Finn, I'm furious!" Rachel was letting her hormones and rage get the best of her. Yelling at Finn was the last thing she wanted to do but it seemed that lately that's all she could do.

"Babe, I didn't—"

"Don't you dare! I planned a whole dinner out for us for the first night in our new apartment and you didn't even appreciate it AT ALL."

Finn counters. "I'm sorry! I was just so caught up in—"

"Yes, yes you were! There was no acknowledgment of me, your wife, at all and you didn't even hear me out. You just waltzed in here, scarffed down your meal and out you went!" She shouted with added hand gestures towards herself and the door for dramatic effect.

"I'm so sorry ba—"

"Yeah, yeah like I haven't heard THAT a million times…" Rachel rolls her eyes.

"Hey, hey now hold on a minute. Why are you so angry? I mean, aren't you happy for me at all?" Finn's brow furrows as he looks her straight in the eye beginning to get angry. "God Rachel, it's not like I'm leaving you behind! You're coming with me, damn it!"

Rachel sighs in frustration. "It's not that I'm not happy for you, Finn, it's the fact that—"

Finn takes a turn in cutting off Rachel. "What? What is it? What is your problem anyway?"

That was the final straw. Rachel had had enough. She clenched her teeth together and sucked in a breath, blowing it back out slowly. She slammed her hand down on the table, hard, stood up, and screamed, "What's my problem? WHAT'S MY PROBLEM? My problem, Finn Hudson, is that I'm carrying around your baby and you couldn't give me the time of day to tell you over a lovely dinner I took hours preparing and then just shared your news and told me all about how it's perfect timing cause we have nothing to care for and no responsibilities! Well, NOW WE DO."

Rachel finished with her chest heaving and gasped. She covered her mouth with her petite hand as her eyes widened in horror. She had just told Finn. During an argument, none the less. She stared intently at Finn's face with his mouth agape for a few moments before pushing out the chair and sprinting back into their bedroom, slamming and locking the door in the process. She collapsed onto the bed and burst into tears.

So much for a Plan B.