AN: I do not own any brands and/or songs that may be mentioned. By the way, this chapter will have "Finchel" flashbacks (requested by gleekswift13!) and slowly merge into the "Quick" pairing. Please enjoy!
Rachel and Quinn are in the bathroom, Rachel still with her head resting against the toilet seat.
"I just... I have no idea what I'm going to do. I don't even have a clue about how I'm going to tell Finn..." Rachel moaned as she took in a deep breath. Quinn attempted to stroke Rachel's back to soothe her. A million things were going through Rachel's mind too quickly. Rachel soon got an uncomfortable migraine.
"Rachel, I promise you it's gonna be all right." Quinn sighed. "Here, why don't you focus on some happier times you and Finn had together?"
*Flashback*
Rachel endeavored to fix her hair when Finn walked into the bathroom and wrapped his hands gently around her waist.
"Well, hello Mrs. Hudson!" Finn said with a joyful smirk.
"Not until we get to the court house," Rachel said, smiling into the mirror as she curled her thick locks. When she finished, she strode over to the closet, and pulled out the all white dress she had made herself, with some inspiration from Taylor Swift's, "Mine" cover art. Rachel quickly slipped it carefully over her head, and smiled into the full length mirror she had strategically placed into the bedroom that day. She looked faultless. Finn obviously agreed as he walked into the bedroom and he dog whistled at her. Rachel's cheeks turned a dark crimson color, which sent Finn howling with laughter. Rachel playfully smacked his arm, and he kissed her cheek.
"Ready to leave, Miss. Berry?" Finn asked curtly.
"I think you mean Mrs. Hudson," she smiled.
*End Flashback*
Rachel began bawling. "That didn't help at all!" she cried, burying herself into Quinn's sleeve.
"Oh Rachel, hon. It's gonna be okay!" Quinn attempted, sitting next to Rachel, and enveloping her in warmth. Rachel cried harder, for the warmth reminded her of Finn's loving grip.
Puck and Finn are sitting at a bar the night before deployment.
Finn sighed as he put his head down on the wooden bar.
"Dude, what's wrong?" Puck asked quietly.
"It's Rachel... I just miss her..." Finn burped and lifted his head again "I miss her so much!"
"When don't you?" Puck huffed.
"I just love her, man!" Finn yelled, drunk, his head falling back onto the wooden bar with a loud thump.
"Dude, chill. Just... Think about some happier times, you know? That's what I do when I miss Quinn, believe it or not." Puck suggested.
"Dude. That is the gayest thing you've ever said to me. Ever." Finn slurred.
*Flashback*
Finn carried Rachel into the lodge room bridal style. Well, she was his spouse now. Finn laid her on the divan, and walked over to the restroom. He quickly rinsed his mouth out with some complimentary hotel mouthwash. Finn quickly did some pushups, and walked smoothly back into the bedroom. He walked back over to the couch where he had put his wife, to find her missing.
"Rach?" he called, worriedly. They had only been married for an hour. Would she have already left him? He suddenly heard his name being called, and turned instinctively toward the source. Rachel was on the bed positioned seductively.
"Well, hello Mrs. Hudson." Finn said, raising his left eyebrow. She had never seemed so beautiful to him before. Finn walked up to her, and she positioned herself upright. He leaned over to whisper in Rachel's ear.
"It's our first night together..." Finn murmured.
"I know," Rachel breathed. "Let's make it special."
*End Flashback*
"Remind me to never listen to you again," Finn bemoaned. Puck felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He smiled to see it was from Quinn.
Quinn: Guess what...
Quinn quickly slid her phone open, and looked blankly at the message sitting on the small screen.
Puckerman: Jsudlfasji!
"Man, let go my phone!" Puck growled as Finn unknowingly was punching in random characters as they both fought over the tiny black phone.
"I need to call Rachel right now!" Finn smeared.
Quinn: Babe, what was that?
Quinn quickly set the phone next to her, waiting for Puck's response-Hopefully not jumbled letters this time.
Puckerman: Sorry, Finn wants to call Rachel with my cell. What's wrong?
Puck tried to calm Finn down. He gently began escorting him out of the bar, when his phone made a loud 'buzz!' on the table. He quickly grabbed it, shoved it in his pocket, and began walking Finn back to base. This sucked. Night before going into operation, and Finn just had to get wasted. Puck let out a moan as he swung Finn into his bed, and he walked to his own bunk. He felt his phone buzz again, a reminder that he still had an unread message.
Quinn: Rachel's pregnant.
Quinn was getting impatient with Puck failure to respond in a proper amount of time. Her phone quietly buzzed, and Quinn sighed with relief.
Puckerman:Oh. My. Gosh. With Finn's baby, right?
Puck decided he would wait until morning to tell a sober Finn the vast news.
Quinn: NOAH PUCKERMAN! I'm going to pretend that you never said that. (Douche.)
Quinn growled at Puck's rude comment. What a jerk! Of course it was Finn's baby! I mean, who else's could it be...?
Puckerman: Just saying, baby.
Puck was chuckling so much he had to bury his face into a pillow in order to prevent waking any one else who was resting or at least attempting to, in the cabin.
Quinn: Puck, just please. Tell Finn.
Quinn soothed Rachel as she calmed down, but small droplets were still continuing to drop down her face.
Puckerman: Don't worry. I will tomorrow when he's sober. :) Good night, kid. I love you.
Puck smiled at himself. He was a good husband. Well, at least, a better one than Finn. Who get's their girl pregnant, and then leaves? Not cool.
Quinn: I'm sure I love you more, fool ;)
