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I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS!
He's pacing outside in the waiting room, running his fingers through his hair over and over. Her fathers must think he's insane, pacing like a madman outside their daughter's room, but he can't help it.
He's nervous and Jesse St. James never gets nervous.
He remembers telling Rachel that the first time they met and recalls every time he's brought it back up since. But this is different. He isn't performing on stage, he isn't singing in a music shop, instead he's waiting in the waiting room as the love of his life gives birth to her child.
Her child, not theirs.
Back when they first dated he imagined being here, by her side, awaiting the birth of their first child. But life had other plans. Now she's giving birth to the child she conceived with whom most would consider his enemy.
But he doesn't see it that way, not anymore.
He's grown up, taken time to reflect on his life, to understand what he had meant to Rachel, what he would always be for Rachel, even though he was no longer there, and to accept everything that would come along with being in Rachel's life.
Yet it had taken time.
Running into her and finding out she was pregnant was not easy for him. To be honest, it had hurt more than anything, but he never let her know that. Instead he was the supportive friend that she needed here in New York. He would accompany her to doctor visits, help her shopping, and was even called in the middle of the night to go get something she was craving. And through these months, slowly but surely he began to love the child growing in her.
He knew he would never be the father of this child, but he could come close to it. He could be the father figure that he or she needed, be there for him or her, and help Rachel raise the baby.
It had taken a while for her to agree to this, but she eventually did. Just as she eventually, after months of getting to know each other and recovering from the loss, began to fall in love with him again.
He's brought out of his thoughts by the doctor coming out to the waiting room. He stops pacing and is quickly joined by her fathers in facing the doctor.
"It's a boy," the doctor tells them and all three men have a beaming smile on their faces. Jesse barely registers the cheer that is coming from all of her friends.
"Are they okay?" Jesse asks.
"Yes, both mother and child are completely healthy," the doctor reassures him.
"Can we see them?" one of her fathers asks.
"Of course," he says.
Both of her fathers turn to look at him but he shakes his head.
"You two should go in, I can wait," Jesse tells them and they give him a smile and hug as they go in to see their daughter and grandchild.
As he waits there with her friends, he makes sure to send in Burt and Carole once they arrive and sends in all of her friends as well. The last one to go in and come out of the room is Kurt, who goes and sits next to him.
"She's asking for you," Kurt tells him. "She's a bit confused as to why you haven't gone in yet."
"Everyone else deserved to go in before me," Jesse tells him. "You all have known her longer, are more worthy of being in there with her," he explains.
"I don't think that's true. I think you should have been one of the first ones in there," Kurt tells him.
"If anyone should have been the first one in it should have been your brother," Jesse mutters. At that moment Kurt understands what he's doing.
"You didn't want to take his place, be one of the first ones in there like he should have been," Kurt says in disbelief and awe as Jesse gives him a small nod.
"I'm the person your brother disliked the most I…I felt like I should be the last person who should meet his son," Jesse admits.
"You're not the person he liked the least. I'm pretty sure the male prostitute beat you," Kurt says trying to lighten the mood, which works when he hears Jesse let out a small chuckle.
"Yeah, you're probably right," Jesse says
"He may not have liked you but I'm sure he does now," Kurt admits. "You've been taking care of Rachel and the baby since you came back into her life. I'm sure my brother, wherever he may be, is extremely grateful and happy that you're doing this for her, that you're going to be in her life and in his son's life."
"I hope you're right," Jesse says with a soft smile. "I can imagine Finn's ghost coming and hunting me down if he's not happy with what I'm doing."
"I'm sure he would," Kurt says laughing before looking towards the room. "You should go in, she really wants to see you."
"I know," he sighs as he gets up to go to the room.
"Take good care of them, Jesse," Kurt yells after him.
"I will," Jesse yells back.
He pauses outside the door and takes a deep breath before walking inside the room. She's holding a little bundle in her arms and looks up when she hears the door open. He watches as a bright smile forms on her exhausted face.
"Hey," she says softly.
"Hey," he says back, slowly walking over to her trying not to let his nerves get the better of him. "How are you feeling?"
"Exhausted, but really happy, especially now that you actually came in to see me," she says a bit hurt.
"I'm sorry but I felt everyone else had a bit more right to be in here before me," he explains. She nods understanding what he's silently not saying in his statement. She looks down at the little boy in her arms before looking back up at him.
"Do you want to meet him?" she asks smiling.
"I guess it would be nice to finally meet who I've been serenading for the past few months," he says chuckling and moving closer.
He gets his first good look at Rachel's son for the first time and smiles, seeing a whole lot of his father in him. His smile only grows when he sees a few features that are completely Rachel.
"Well Berry, you made one cute kid, even though you got your wish for him not to have your nose," he says.
"Hey! You know how I feel about my nose," she says.
"Yes but you know how I feel about it," he says smiling.
"Do you want to hold him?" she asks lifting the baby a bit.
"I…I'm afraid I'll drop him," he stutters out.
"You'll do fine, come on Jess. You've been taking care of me and this little guy you should get to hold him."
"O…okay," he stutters.
He slowly leans forward, arms shaking, as Rachel places the baby in his arms. As she removes her own arms and leaves the baby in his arms he feels it, a sort of spark, a bond forming with the little boy. The little boy looks up to him and appears to give him a smile even though he knows it's not one.
"You know, you're the first person he doesn't cry with?" he hears Rachel say but is unable to break eye contact with the little boy.
"Really?" he asks.
"Yeah, he wouldn't stop crying with my dads or Burt or Carole, so I didn't hand him over to the guys. But I think he likes you," she explains to him.
"Is she right buddy? Do you like me?" he coos at the baby and without thinking he leans down to kiss the top of his head. "I'm not going to replace your daddy," he starts softly, "but I'm going to do my best to be what he didn't get a chance to be, I promise," he vows before kissing him one more time. He looks over to Rachel and sees tears in her eyes. He walks over to her and kisses her forehead as well. "So what did you decide to name this beautiful baby boy?"
"Christopher," she says wiping her tears.
"Hmm. Christopher Hudson," he says nodding. "No middle name?"
"I don't know. I was wondering if you had any ideas?" she says timidly.
"What? Really?" he asks surprised.
"Yeah, really. Any names come to mind?" she asks as he sits next to her.
"Um… what about Stephen?" he suggests. He watches as a smile forms on her face knowing that the name comes from his love for Sondhiem.
"Really? Sondhiem?" she asks laughing.
"Yes really. He's one of, if not the, best composers. It's a good name," he defends.
"I kinda like it. Christopher Stephen Hudson," she says yawning.
"You should sleep, it's been a long day," he says softly and kissing her head.
"I know. I'm exhausted," she says yawning again as she lays down on the bed. "Will you stay?" she asks taking one if his hands.
"If course I will. Someone has to help you with this little guy," he says as she smiles.
Slowly she falls asleep as does Chris and Jesse smiles looking at both of them sleeping. He places Chris in the bassinet and moves it closer to them. He sits in the seat next to them both.
"I love you," he whispers to both of them before joining them in sleep.