Hey guys! Finchel forcast looks good. Someone pointed out on gleeforum that if they screw with Finchel too much, glee will definately lose it's core (and it's ratings) and FOX won't have it.

And as for Fuinn... lingering kiss. And it may not even be on the lips. As much as I hate the idea that Finn couldnt even have his feelings for that girl reawakened when what she did was like 3,000 times worse than what Rachel did, they need some closure (though it's like a season over-due. I want some Quick closure!)

K then... story is getting intense! Enjoy!

And please, please, please review. It would really mean a lot to me :)

(1 hour previously)

"Mr. Schuester?" Rachel asked, raising her hand confidently. The teacher turned around swiftly and pointed at her once he was done writing the ideas for the Regionals set list on the white board.

"Yes?"

"I-I don't feel so well, may I please be excused to see the nurse?"

He paused for a second, looking a tad worried.

"Um... yes, by all means." He paused, glancing at the tall teen sitting next to her. "Do you think someone should… go with you?"

"No, I'm fine. Thank you," she said as she straightened her skirt, flashing a closed mouth smile. She remembered dragging Finn along to find Rachel-approved maternity skirts. They had spent hours going from store to store, finding nothing, until they had seen the one she was wearing now, and it was love at first sight. The little bows along the bottom, the red and black flowers, it had Rachel Berry written all over it.

Finn grabbed her wrist lightly, stopping her from leaving.

"Are you sure your- whatever you call it isn't back?" he whispered, becoming immediately aware the little butterflies that were dancing in his chest indicating that something was wrong, very wrong.

"I just have a headache. It's normal Finn." She responded as she slid his hand off her wrist. "I understand your worry, but it is not necessary."

And with a quick smile she was gone.

…

(Present)

He didn't even go to his locker once the bell rang. He just ran to his car like an insane maniac and hopped into it before remembering he was supposed to drive Kurt home that day.

Words echoed in his mind. They made his heart sink. He wanted to kill himself just thinking about how he should have escorted Rachel to the nurse's office, just in case she would collapse in the middle of the hallway like she did.

He had thought wishfully for 4 ½ months that the TTP had been banished for good, that because he had spent every hour with Rachel that somehow she would be fine, like he had a magical power. And then he had just let it slide that one time.

What was going to happen now? He could feel it in every bone of his body. It was a self-fulfilling prophecy; Rachel probably wouldn't have the baby out even now. She would probably just keep getting worse. And he would probably become a mental case.

…

"Rachel!" Finn panted as he fell on his knees to her bedside. She lay perfectly still, with her head tilted lightly to the side and her hair cascading gracefully down the other side of the pillow.

"Is she… dead?" he asked the nurse he saw in his peripheral vision, still staring at Rachel's blank face and feeling his throat tighten.

"No. She's stable. Just sleeping," the woman responded, slipping a thermometer between Rachel's ever luscious lips.

Finn reached for her hand and intertwined it with his, rubbing her knuckles and kissing her hand gently. His eyes wandered over to her middle, the place where his little daughter was growing. He placed his other hand softly at the spot which protruded most, assuming Rachel wouldn't have minded, and reveled in the special little connection he felt with it. Unlike when she had been in the hospital before, he could really feel something now.

The nurse pulled out the little stick, glanced at it, and sighed as she placed her hand on her hip.

"102.7. She's climbing."

"Is her TTP back?" Finn asked immediately.

"From the looks of it, probably. The paramedics found purpura on her abdomen, and we're assuming her neurological symptoms were caused by the clotting. Her blood test should be coming back soon, and then we'll know for sure."

"Thanks," Finn said somewhat eagerly, pretending he understood what the nurse had said.

Bzzzzzz hummed his phone loudly, making him jump from the sudden vibration in his pocket. Rolling his eyes, he pulled out his phone to see that his mom was calling. He gulped, thinking about how much he was going to get murdered by his mother once he got back home.

"Hello?"

"Finn. Christopher. Hudson," said the vengeful-sounding voice on the other end.

"God I'm so sorry mom-"

"Kurt called me saying he had no idea where the hell you were, Finn. What has gotten into you?"

His eyes wandered to the sleeping girl next to him, little beeping noises sounding in the background.

"She's back, mom. In the hospital," he said with a thick throat.

"Oh." Finn wondered if his mom understood why Rachel was so important. She still had no idea she was even pregnant; Rachel's dads had assumed she knew. Yet maybe it was that she understood what being young and in love was like.

"I-I'm really, really sorry about Kurt."

Carole sighed.

"It's ok sweetie. We'll talk later, alright?" Her tone of voice was so different from before.

"Why are you just letting me off like this?" asked Finn. This was puzzling. Usually he'd be grounded, or god forbid, have Call of Duty taken away. Yet his mother had just softened up.

"I understand that Rachel means a lot to you."

"She-"

"And this whole thing… it's not your fault. You shouldn't have to deal with this."

The knife. The words that sent him to tears. Why did people insist on telling him that it was not his fault? What did they know? He even felt a lone tear snake down his cheek, but he wiped it away immediately before anyone could see.

"Honey? Are you crying?" the voice from his phone said, concerned.

"I'm going to be a dad. For real this time."

Stupid. Fucking. Word. Vomit.

"Mom… I'm so sorry I didn't tell you before. I wanted to. But I didn't know how you'd react…"

"Finn…"

Rachel's head turned slightly, and her radiant eyes fluttered open. A smile slowly graced her features when she saw her boyfriend sitting next to her, but it turned into a frown when she realized he was borderline crying.

She squeezed his hand, which he was still holding firmly, and he looked at her.

"Are you mad, mom?"

The woman sighed. He swore she might have been a little thick in the throat too.

"Rachel's the one for you, Finn. I know I shouldn't be making opinions and all, but… is she keeping it?"

Rachel sat up and smiled while holding an unbreakable eye contact with Finn. He felt immediately embarrassed that Rachel had heard his mom call her his soul mate.

"I don't even know if she's gonna live, mom. I- I'm sorry this is so sudden, but- can we talk later, please?"

"Of course. Of course, sweetie."

"Thanks."

After he had hung up, he pulled Rachel in, stroking her hair. They didn't need words.

"A-Are you f-feeling ok-k?" he said softly, trying to avoid letting her notice that he was almost crying still.

"My head still hurts, but- other than that, and the bruise, I guess."

"And you still promise you won't die?"

Large hands running through her thick chocolate-colored hair, soft, innocent eyes gazing at her, she could have started sobbing. And even though the chances were even less in her favor now, she loved the boy in front of her to much to break his heart.

Rachel nodded softly, thrown into another intense hug.

Finn might have one big broken heart in his future.