A/N: No excuses for this one folks, just a long time in progress and I apologize, but it is the final chapter of the story. However, do stay tunes because I do plan on having an epilogue, which is already complete. Only going to wait a few days and post it probably for the weekend.
Disclaimer: Bleh, if I owned anything, nothing would get done on time. *sighs* This is the life of a procrastinator.
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Meetings
Chapter Six: Meeting The Father, The Son, and The Chuck Bass
After all the planning and the meetings, not to mention the fighting, it was finally here. Blair Waldorf and Chuck Bass' practice wedding.
And Quinn thought it was now or never to introduce Finn to the rest of her family. Especially Ryan Zavier. She also figured that it would be best to make sure that Chuck meets Finn before the actual wedding, instead of the actual day of.
Finn and Quinn were able to sort through most of their...issues. Mostly due to the lying and running away for her part, but Finn also had some secrets he needed to confront her about. Mostly what he did after she left him. The last and longest conversation they had regarded their son. It was one lie that could only be cured by time. The clueless father was first shocked and baffled by the news. Second came anger at not knowing. Third and most surprisingly was sadness and fear from the unknown. Now it was the day they had came to an understanding and an agreement for all things to fall into place.
The father, the son and the Chuck Bass were just about to meet the first time, all in one room. Now if that wasn't the beginning of a bad joke Quinn would have given a little laugh. Unfortunately, the blonde was a current wreck. Turning she fixed Finn's bow tie once more, certain that it was crooked.
"If you keep fixing trying to me, this bow tie will strangle me," Finn grasped Quinn's wrist to steady her movements. "I promise you, everything is going to be fine." The father of her child made her take deep calming breaths.
"Whatever happens, just make sure you answer them truthfully. Whenever you talk to Chuck keep your sentences short and simple. As for Zavier-" Quinn began to ramble as she flatten out his shirt to make sure her hands were kept busy.
Finn gave a lope-sided smile, "Q, we've gone through this already. I know what to do, you've told me a thousand times." He stepped in front of her and grasped her shoulders, "babe the best thing to do will be go through that door and see what happens." Leaning his tall frame down, Finn kissed Quinn's forehead tenderly, then lifted up her face to give her another kiss on her lips.
Taking in a deep breath the blonde nodded her head shakily. They stood outside of the church. A nervous laugh made its way past Quinn's lips. "Who would have thought. Us, finally together and we have to face something worse than everything we've faced. You get to finally meet our son and unfortunately, we need to face Chuck Bass in a church nonetheless."
"Love, the only possible explanation is that this official reunion can only be done in a church preformed by a Chuck Bass," Finn laughed, at his lame attempt at a joke.
"Haha, very clever," Quinn laughed, biting her bottom lip. "Okay let's just get this over with." Grasping onto Finn's hand tightly she pulled him through the doors and into the church.
Walking past all the pews and towards the alter, the couple made their way down the isle to the family waiting at the front of the church. The Van Der Woodsen-Humphrey clan, as well as the addition of one Archibald -who snuggled very close to his brand new girlfriend, Serena- and the Waldorfs, lastly the lonely Bass and Fabray child covered the first two pews. The first to notice the couple was Rufus and Lily, and slowly everyone stopped their conversations, until finally they stood in front Quinn's family. With all set of eyes on them, Quinn squeezed Finn's hand even tighter, which he was sure might break his hand.
Quinn began to open her mouth to say something, but shut it immediately after. Her green eyes took in everyone before her. Words unable to be said stuck in her throat, luckily the first person to speak was able to break the ice.
"Quinn, how lovely for you to join us. Mind telling us who you brought with you?" Chuck's low voice brought the Fabray mother out of her daze. The question, no matter how odd, seemed to fit only with the groom-to-be.
"I want everyone to officially meet Finn Hudson," Quinn said verbally while thinking mentally, 'the man who stole my heart.' Taking in a deep breath the blonde faced the two people she was most concerned about. Chuck's blank expression was not a total surprise; however, the look in his eyes told a different story. Ryan Zavier kept both eyes on the man he knew from pictures. His brow crinkled, as if in deep thought.
The silence that began to grow was finally interrupted by Aunt Lily, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you. We've heard plenty about you."
"The pleasure is all mine. I just am kinda really nervous," Finn replied with a nervous laugh.
"Oh don't be. We don't bite," Rufus paused and then jerked a thumb in Chuck's direction, "although, he might."
Quinn gave a small, inaudible groan. Well, at least there was some sort of conversation going. Blair walked towards the couple, their hands still grasped in a tight-locked grip. "I would be the one who should warn you; however, I think my fiancé would love to do the honours of threatening his family's significant other. As for the very expensive thank you, I am still waiting to see that from you Miss Quinn Fabray Van Der Woodsen."
"You will be receiving that in a few days time, but I just might have to say it every time I see you in order for me to be out of debt," Fabray Van Der Woodsen pulled the future Mrs. Bass in for a one-armed hug which was returned wholeheartedly.
Next to step forward was Chuck himself, his voice dropped to a dangerously low tone as he addressed Finn, "step outside with me for a moment." There was clearly no room for arguing.
Seeing from the corner of her eye, Finn gulping as he began nodding his head reluctantly. Casting looks over his shoulder to Quinn as he left the church to reassure himself she wasn't going to disappear. He came face to face with Chuck Bass, and man, was he intimidating. The tall former football player began to ramble, "look, I know what you're going to say, and trust me you don't have to because I have had this conversation with myself plenty of times. Also you probably know that I not going to defend myself because-"
"Are you done?" Chuck cut in mid rant. "I brought you out here because I thought that you could use a moment to think of something to say to your son."
"Oh," the entire being of Finn was in shock. He definitely wasn't expecting that to be said. "Thanks, thank you."
"I'm only thinking of my Godson," Chuck said bluntly, then after a pause quirked an eyebrow, "well? What are you going to say?"
Finn raked finger through his hair, ruffling up the edges that Quinn had previously tried to fix. Taking in a shaky breath, all the man could do was shrug. "It's not like I have anything to go by, I mean they don't exactly make Hallmark cards for these kind of events, you know?"
At that moment Chuck was really able to see where Zavier got some of strange behaviourism from. It made him realize that Quinn's son was so much like his father that the Bass heir could pinpoint exactly what came from Quinn, and even though barely knowing his father, what came from the man before him. "I suggest you start off with a simple hello. He's a smart kid; he knows what's been going on around him, so just get straight to the point."
"Hello? That's the best advice you got for me?" Finn gave another nervous laugh.
"I also suggest we go back inside before Quinn comes running out here thinking I've done something horrible to you," Chuck simply smirked as he opened up the doors and walked down the isle of the church.
Bright green eyes snapped back and forth between the two men, searching desperately for what transpired between them behind closed doors. Ryan was standing in front of his mother wordlessly. That is until she gave him a small nudge towards his estranged father.
As Father and Son finally looked upon each other, the prefect words finally fell out of Finn's mouth. "Hell, you look so much like your mother."
"Mommy says it's not nice to swear, every time Uncle Chuck does he has to put money in the swear jar." Zavier looked up at his very tall father. It almost too good to be true. It wasn't a picture and it wasn't mommy telling him stories. Real life dad was standing in front of him. The six year old was shaking with excitement. All the energy was released as he flung himself forward in a deadly fast sprint, colliding into Finn's legs. His small arms wrapped around them tightly, hugging them with all his might. "I'm glad you found us," Zavier whispered, his face pressed against his father's legs.
Bending down, Finn picked up his son for the first time and held him in his arms. Crushing the small boy to his chest, never ever wanting to let go. His chocolate brown eyes connected with Quinn's dazzling green ones, each of them had tears running down their faces. "I promise to always be with you and your mom forever. I'm just glad to have finally have met you."
