Sorry this is so late...life, eh? I have more written so it won't take a month this time. And it will be longer. I promise.
Finn stood silently with his mother cradled in his arms, feeling her muffled sobs through his t-shirt while the next room over Kurt's light voice drifted through the air.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
When Finn's mother had walked in on him singing to the sonogram on his computer monitor he had broken down completely. But everything had been alright. His mother had sat him down where they were, looking him directly in the eyes when she spoke."Quinn's pregnant. You're the father. You need to step up and do whatever it takes to be there for her, understand?"
And it had worked. She had helped him put everything into perspective, had motivated him to think about what he could be doing rather than crying about mistakes already made. But wasn't that what he had tried to do? To put everything into perspective; stating the obvious because 'sometimes, Finn, it needs to be said. Sometimes the obvious isn't so obvious and admitting what's happened is a step all its own'. It had made so much sense before, but now, holding his crying mother in his arms unable to fix it, to make the pain go away, he was lost. So completely lost.
"Oh Finn. Oh, Burt…" She sniffled, looking up at him. "Baby, what are we going to do?" Her eyes pleaded with his as if they honestly believed he could have an answer. Opening his mouth only air escaped. "Mom…"
With every second he saw her composure fading."Mom, it's going to be okay, I know it is."
Choked sobs escaped Carole's lips as Finn's mouth kept moving, but his voice was lost somewhere between the pit of his stomach and the pain in his heart.
"We're going to get through this, I know we are. Burt's a Hummel - they're strong, believe me. He's going to pull through this. It's not going to be like last time, like with dad…"
Her heart was breaking again before his eyes as he stood doing everything he could, which was nothing at all. Finn's arms started to hurt and he wondered briefly how long he had been holding his mother up instead of just holding her. Carole had always been strong, she had to be. She had gotten them both this far on her own, always taking care of her son, doing whatever it took. Now when she needed someone to support her, he couldn't man up and do it. How the hell could he have ever thought he was capable of being a father? The weight of everything fell on him at once and his legs began to shake. Slowly he lowered both of them to the ground but he doubted she noticed.
"You're not alone this time, mom," he wanted to say, but all that came out was a quiet, uncertain,
"Mom?"
"Baby?" She looked back up at him with hopeful eyes, shouldn't the words be coming to him by now?
"Mom…" He just held her tighter. It was all he could do.
