A/N: This chapter and the next were originally going to be one chapter, but I thought that seeing as I've been updating so badly, I should just get this out there. As a result, it's a little short, but I hope you enjoy it, and please review.
The last time I checked, I didn't own Glee. I don't think that's changed. xx :)
After my talk with Kurt, I left the room and shut the door (in case he started yelling and woke Lucy up). I had only got halfway down the hallway when his phone rang and he picked it up on the first ring, answering it with an excited "hi, Blaine."
Now, I'm not exactly proud of what I did next. Mom raised me right, so I knew eavesdropping was wrong, but I was really curious. Ever since the day in the park, it had been 'Blaine this' and 'Blaine that' and 'Blaine's so dreamy' (which he'd said to Mercedes in a text I read over his shoulder, getting a pillow to the head for my trouble). So sue me if I scooted back to Kurt's door and leant against the wall to listen.
"How's the Christening planning going?" Ah, the beauty of loudspeaker. I could hear Kurt typing away as he answered.
"Remarkably, one of the most stressful things I've ever done." Kurt replied. "But it means so much to me to make it perfect." That made me smile: it meant a lot to me when he showed how much he cared about Lucy.
"I really admire that about you, Kurt." Blaine said. "You always see things through to the end, and you're so passionate about everything you do." I didn't see how he could know that, seeing as he'd only known Kurt a few weeks; surely Kurt and he couldn't have been spending that much time together. However, he did sound like he meant it, so I let it go.
"Why, thank you, Blaine." Kurt was doing a flirty, joking tone that he used with Blaine a lot. "You know, you always know just what to say to make me feel better."
"Well, I try." Blaine was using the same tone of voice that Kurt was. "So did you hear about…?" As they started talking about the latest Lady Gaga scandal, I got bored, so I walked away as quietly as I could, happy to know that my brother was being well looked after through all his stress.
The morning of the big day arrived. Kurt had got me up super early- and I mean early, early: even Lucy wasn't awake, and she never woke up later than six. Apparently that's really good for a baby, but I still thought it should be illegal for anyone to be up before nine- so I could help start making all the food, because he said that it wouldn't be fresh enough if we prepared it the night before. While I was busy making tiny smoked salmon sandwiches (I wanted to make them way bigger and add mayonnaise, but Kurt wouldn't let me), the doorbell rang, making Lucy start crying loudly.
"Ah, that'll be Rachel." Kurt said.
"Rachel? What's she doing here?" I asked, pausing halfway up the stairs.
"I recruited her to help me make all the food, because I knew you wouldn't be that much help." He said as he opened the door. "Hello there, Miss Berry." He said. He was in a weirdly good mood that morning considering how grumpy he'd been in the days before, but I wasn't going to say anything in case he stopped. As much as I wanted to see Rachel (which I really, really did), Lucy was still crying, so I did my duty and went upstairs to sort her out.
An hour later, and Lucy was up, bathed and happily eating some mashed up banana in her high chair. I was spooning it to her as I sang along to the radio, when I heard someone come in behind me.
"Hi, Finn." Said Rachel, sitting down in the chair on the other side of Lucy. "Mind if I have a go?"
"Feeding her?" I asked and she nodded. "Be my guest." I said, handing over the spoon and getting up to start tidying up the kitchen. Kurt had run to the store to get some more salad, or something (he was talking really fast when he said it, so I'm not exactly sure), so I figured he'd like it if he came back and could keep cooking in a bit tidier kitchen. Rachel took over feeding Lucy the mashed up bananas, and Lucy's face lit up like it always did whenever she saw one of her multiple Glee club aunts and uncles.
"So how come you agreed to come over so early to help out?" I asked.
"Well, I get up at five am every morning to ensure I make the most of the day, and manage to fit in everything I have to do in my busy schedule anyway, and I'd love to have a hand in making this day special for Lucy. And you, actually." She said, sounding much too happy for someone who got up at five o'clock every day.
"Thanks Rachel, that's really nice of you." I said. "But wait, you're Jewish, right?"
"Right."
"So why do you want to help out with a christening?" I asked, genuinely curious. There was a time when I would have said anything to prevent Rachel from talking, but now I really wanted to hear what she had to say. She was one hundred per cent growing on me. She smiled a little.
"Nobody's perfect." She said with a cute little laugh. Not that I thought she was cute, or anything.
"Wait, doesn't that guy in Independence Day say that? Have you seen Independence Day?" I was totally surprised.
"Of course I have, Finn." She said, as if it was obvious. I was still a little startled, but I let it go, searching for something else to say; even though the silence that had fallen between us wasn't uncomfortable. I just didn't want to stop talking to her.
"You know, you look really pretty." I said, saying the first thing that popped into my head. She was already wearing what she was wearing to the Christening (which started at midday): a dark purple dress and gold ballet pumps. It looked really good on her.
"Thank you, Finn." She said, blushing prettily. "I'm sure when you actually get dressed, you'll look very nice, too."
"Right." I said, suddenly very aware that I was wearing boxers and an old t–shirt of my dad's that was two sizes too big. Rachel did a funny little smile, and went back to feeding Lucy, leaving me feeling a little sad that our conversation was over.