"Lea, what are you-we have to go." Cory reminded, after pulling into a secluded (and somewhat unsettling) parkinglot. The little brunette was unbuckling her seatbelt and getting out of the car to move into the backseat.

Cory's voice rose in panic. "Lea..."

"Just trust me, okay?" She breathed, closing her eyes and shifting her body against the opposite door of the backseat. "Trust me. The baby's not waiting so..."

"Uh, no no no no. Lea. You're scaring me. I can't let you do this by yourself, the hospital isn't that far."

Lea let out a slow breath and locked her eyes to her husband's. "Look at me. Make the call, they'll come to us. Meanwhile I need you to look. I just-I just need you to make sure he's fine."

"Lea..."

"Cory Monteith! Do as I say! The person who has the best judgement right now in this situation is me! And I can't wait until we get to the fucking hospital!"

The drummer nodded quickly and ducked into the car, gently lifting the sundress she had changed into up to her thighs. He made a noise over Lea's own groans and wrinkled his face, shaking his head quickly. "I can't do this."

"Just look, Cory! It's nothing ridiculously new!"

He debated arguing with her but figured this wasn't the right time. "I see...I see a head of light hair." He furrowed his brow and smiled a little. Light hair. He had been a blonde baby.

"Why the fuckis he blonde?" Before she could receive an answer, he watched her face contort with pain.

"Nononono, Lea...Babe. Don't push. Ah, shit." He muttered, grabbing his phone and making an emergency call. They assured him they would be there within 7 minutes and Cory cursed under his breath as he remembered their last experience. They had been in the hospital (thank god) but he remembered that after the doctor's had Lea start pushing it was only a matter of minutes before the baby made its arrival. Maybe this little guy would be considerate to his clumsy old dad...so far not so good.

"Coryyyyyyyy..."

"Alright, Boo...They'll be here in a minute, just hold out."

"I caaaaan't!"

The sight in front of him was a mixture of utter revulsion, happiness, and terror but he couldn't let any of that get in the way. The ambulance would be here in no time and then he could panic when the trained professional's arrived. "Ooh...H-He's coming. Okay."
The blare of sirens started off in the distance. "One more push, baby." Cory awkwardly leaned in to give her lips a quick kiss, before looking back down at the task at hand. The trucks were parking when the shrill cry filled the air, and Cory let out a relieved and nervous laugh as he carefully picked up the screaming infant. He heard Lea mumble something tearfully but was forced to hand the little boy over as the paramedics bolted in to do their thing.

One thing was for sure. Little Brice Jonathan Monteith had a flare for dramatics just like his mother.