A/N: Thank you for reading my story and sending the responses! Sorry for the late update. Something's wrong with my PC recently—it's very slow, which is so vexing me! Anyway, I've finally uploaded this chapter and am now working on the next chapters. I hope you guys enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee and its characters, and any resemblance to real persons or organizations is purely coincidental.
Chapter 10 – September 2017
"I've got your clothes."
Elliott called out when he approached the hospital bench in the waiting room where Rachel and Kurt were currently sitting. Hooking the garment cover on his forefinger, he held it out to his boyfriend.
"Thanks," Kurt mumbled under his breath, still refusing to look in the Rachel's direction. Once he got to his feet, grabbing the garment cover from Elliott's hand, he disappeared into the bathroom.
Elliott chuckled at Kurt's retreating figure before turning his attention to the petite brunette. "Is he still mad at you?" he asked, perching on the spot where Kurt had occupied.
Rachel sighed loudly.
"I don't think he's going to talk to me or Finn for the time being," she guessed, spreading her fingers on her lap nervously, wondering if Elliott had heard the whole story about the laundry incident. "Did he, uh," she cleared her throat, "tell you everything? I mean, about what happened in the laundry room?" she glanced at him through her eyelashes, unconsciously rubbing her left wrist on which a subtle bruise had been left.
"I'm not sure he told me the whole story, but I've heard enough to get him his clothes here, I suppose," Elliott let out a small laugh, sitting back in the bench.
"Yeah, I thought so," Rachel blushed, ducking her head down.
"Don't be so embarrassed, Rachel," Elliott patted her on the knee. "I'd be shocked a bit too, you know. But we all are adults, so he'll let it go, eventually. Besides, I don't think he's ever gonna want to resign from the best man, and Sergeant Foley, either," he tried to make the conversation lighter, "but don't tell him that I called him that," he winked at Rachel. "So? How long have you been waiting here?" he changed the subject.
"Uh," Rachel looked around to search for the time. "About 30 minutes. Finn could possibly have a concussion. So he's undergoing a head CT right now."
"Oh God! He must have hit his head! Kurt, check up on him. Please, now!" Rachel desperately asked before untangling her legs from the handcuffed wrists. But her left leg was crushed under Finn's large body—unconscious one, which was really heavy and it didn't make her get out of it easily.
Then, she realized that Kurt also was compressed by their bodies—naked ones. She needed to move their overlapped bodies from Kurt, if she wanted him to unlock the handcuff and call an ambulance. She tried to push Finn's body backward with her backside and shoulders as gentle as she could.
Kurt gasped loudly when Rachel finally managed to slide their bodies from his.
At the very same time, the person behind Rachel let out the same kind of sound as Kurt's from its mouth as well.
"Oh, Finn! Do you hear me?" Rachel asked, glancing at Finn over her shoulder. "Finn? Finny? Answer me!"
Finn grunted in answer before trying to roll himself over.
"Oh, no, no, no, no," Rachel grimaced as her left arm got twisted by Finn's move. "Finn, don't move," she pleaded before adding. "You might have a concussion, so you're not supposed to move. Kurt?" she eyed the guy now trying to get to his feet.
Kurt seemed to hesitate touching his own attire to smooth down—he looked apparently horrified with the fact that Finn's genitals had been placed on his new Marc Jacobs pants.
"Kurt? I need you to unlock the handcuff and call paramedics," Rachel continued. "I know you don't want to come near us right now. But Finn needs to be taken care of immediately."
"Great," Kurt grumbled under his breath. "Where's the key?" he asked petulantly, trying his best to avert his eyes from their naked bodies as he approached them.
Rachel turned her head to ask. "Finn? Where's the key? In your pocket?"
Finn blinked a couple of times before staring at her face. "Um, I think so, yeah," he sounded confused, still unaware of the current situation.
Kurt knelt down beside Finn's feet with closed eyes—if he opened them, Finn's groin and Rachel's vagina were in full view—before starting groping around Finn's half-length pants. He shuddered, feeling Finn's undergarment meet his hands.
After a few struggling moments, Kurt finally found the key. He reached his hand to Rachel's in order to unlock the handcuffs with fluffy pink fur. "There you go," he announced as he unlocked them, and then quickly fled himself from the overlapped couple into the corner of the room.
"Thank you, Kurt," Rachel appreciated before pulling her left arm from Finn's body. Then she pulled Finn's boxers and pants up and tucked his penis in them while Kurt was making a few phone calls.
"Finn? Are you alright?" Rachel asked, bending down to caress his cheeks. "Can you tell me your name? What day it is? And how many fingers," she showed her hand with the folded thumb in front of Finn's nose, "do you see?"
"Uh," Finn stared at her blankly for a moment, wondering why Rachel asked such questions. "Babe, you know my name."
"Just answer me," Rachel demanded.
"Um, Okay. Finn. Finn Hudson. September 16, 2017, I guess? And four," he answered correctly. "And why are you naked?" he glanced down at her body with a frown.
"Huh?" Rachel looked down at herself too. She was too worried about Finn to care about herself. "Did you not remember anything? You–"
Before Rachel could continue to speak, Finn grabbed her ass with his both hands, letting her on top of him. "I got it, Rach," he said, trying to get a kiss from her. "We were celebrating, right? Now let's get continued," with a grin, he started massaging her butt cheeks.
"Finn, you don't–"
"Ahem."
Finn stopped his hand, turning his head in the direction the sound came from. "Oh, hey, Kurt," he greeted with a lopsided grin around his lips as he found his stepbrother standing with crossed arms.
"'Oh, hey, Kurt'? 'Oh, hey, Kurt'?" Kurt raised his voice, looking in their direction in disbelief. Rachel could see the fuming steam coming from his nose and ears. "Do you realize that you've just put me in a state of post-traumatic stress disorder? You guys definitely have to pay for this!"
"Kurt, please," Rachel furiously shook her head, "it's not the right time–"
"And you, Rachel!" Kurt yelled, cutting her off. "Get your clothes on! Immediately! The paramedics arrive at any minute!" he screeched.
"Ms. Berry?"
Rachel and Elliott shot their heads up to find a gray haired doctor approaching the bench, a middle aged nurse in tow, pushing a wheelchair where Finn was in.
"Oh, Finn!" Rachel sprung to her feet from the bench, rushing to the wheelchair, bending down to get to his eye level. "Are you alright?" she shifted her gaze up to the doctor. "Is he alright?"
"He had a mild concussion, but the CT didn't show bleeding, or any other serious problems," the doctor explained with a reassuring smile. "I'm Dr. Henderson, by the way," he offered his hand for her to shake.
Rachel got to her feet to take his hand. "So?" she gave the doctor the desperate eyes, "he may go home now?"
"He may be observed at home, yes," Dr. Henderson nodded. "You should stay with him and check on him for at least 24 hours to ensure his symptoms aren't worsening. He–"
"Symptoms?" Rachel cut him off. "Such as?"
"Headache, dizziness, nausea, vomiting, ringing in the ears, fatigue–" the doctor continued possible symptoms and complications which might occur in subsequent weeks. "And physical and cognitive rest is required for 7 to 10 days."
"What do you mean by physical and cognitive rest?" Finn turned his head to look up at Dr. Henderson.
"No sports, no any other trainings, no leisure activities like riding a bike, skateboarding–"
"What?" Kurt chose the moment to return to the waiting room after he had changed his clothes. "What about my Boot Camp? What about dance lessons?"
"I'm afraid I don't think so," Dr. Henderson responded nonchalantly, though he was not sure what his Boot Camp was.
Finn fist pumped as he heard the doctor's declaration, pretending to not notice Kurt's glare at him. He inwardly fist pumped again—not only could he get himself away from Kurt's Glooming Boot Camp for 10 days or so and tonight dance lesson, but also he would make an excuse, claiming he was still suffering from the symptoms or complications afterward. Genius!
Dr. Henderson cleared his throat to continue. "Also no sexual activity, and–"
"What?" Finn shot up his head. "No sex? How long?" he eagerly asked, not aware that he earned Kurt's and Rachel's eye rolls.
"–and playing video games," the doctor continued, ignoring Finn's question, "text messaging, you know, no visually stimulating activities."
"How long am I not allowed to have sex with Rachel?" Finn repeated in a demanding tone.
"Considering the CT result," Dr. Henderson chuckled, "mental rest would better be approximately 3 to 5 days," he suggested. "But physical rest a week to 10 days."
"Ten–"
"Finn!" Rachel admonished with a sharp glare at him before returning her attention to the doctor. "Dr. Henderson, Finn's a music teacher. The school starts the day after tomorrow. Do you think he should take days off?"
"He may go to work," the doctor nodded. "But I highly recommend that he should stay away from high volume or overly stimulating sounds."
"Anything else to note?" Rachel asked.
"That's it for now," Dr. Henderson answered before looking down at Finn. "Your follow-up appointment is next Friday. Until then, take good care of yourself, Mr. Hudson," he patted Finn on the shoulder.
"Yeah," Finn mumbled. "But, could you please tell me that I really have to follow the no-sex stuff? You know, just making sure. I don't need to move if Rachel is on top and–"
"Thank you, Dr. Henderson," Rachel said, cutting Finn off. "Now let's go home, Finn," she shut him up with a sharp glare again, nonetheless helping him stand up from the wheelchair.
"Fine," Finn got to his feet from the wheelchair before holding his hand out to the doctor with a sigh. "Thanks, Dr. Henderson," he decided not to press the sex issue, at least for now, not here.
"At least you should be happy," Rachel said, approaching the bed end storage ottoman. "You know, you don't have to do the Boot Camp for a while," she said, taking a blanket and a pillow from the storage.
"Where do you think you're going?" Finn eyed Rachel, pushing himself up from the bed on his elbows, when Rachel was about to walk out of the bedroom.
"I'm going to sleep on the couch," Rachel answered nonchalantly.
"Huh? Why? You're not gonna sleep here?" confused, Finn knitted his brows.
"I don't want to get you hurt, Finn. So I'm going to sleep on the couch for the time being," Rachel span around in the doorway, clenching the blanket and the pillow into her chest. "You're always saying that I'm a bed hog. What if I pushed you out of the bed? And you hit your head again? What if I punched you in my sleep?"
"Baby, you won't ever," Finn said, patting the vacant spot of the bed next to him. "Come here. Don't you want to cuddle with me?"
"I'd love to say yes, but I'll pass. Sorry, Finn. You know why," Rachel shrugged, trying the handle of the bedroom door.
"Rachel," Finn halted her. "You can't sleep on the couch. What about your beauty sleep? What about your ritual? The opening night is around the corner, right?" he tried to get her to stay in the same bed. "And I can't get asleep without you, you know that," he gave her his best puppy dog eyes.
Rachel sighed before returning to the bed storage. Then she took some body pillow with an arm to hand it to her fiancé.
"What's this?" Finn frowned, taking the pillow from Rachel.
"It's a girlfriend pillow," Rachel answered matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, I see. It has boobs," Finn said, pressing one of the small mounds attached to the pillow with his forefinger. "When did you get this? What's this for anyway?"
"Right after Kurt broke up with Blaine, Santana and I found his boyfriend pillow named 'Bruce' in his apartment," Rachel giggled, recalling the time she had found Kurt's guilty pleasure. "And Santana got me a boyfriend pillow as a joke. Oh," she cupped her mouth, realizing that she had slipped her tongue. "Don't tell him that I told you this, okay?" she quickly added.
Confused, Finn stared at her for a second. "Yeah. But this is not a boyfriend pillow."
"Oh, I still keep it in there," Rachel pointed to the bed end storage in which the pillows and cushions were contained. "I've just never had the chance to use it. And as for this," she gestured to the girlfriend pillow, "I got for Santana in return. But she refused taking it, saying it was creepy and she didn't need one since she had Brit already."
"And you thought you would need one? Or I would this?" Finn was still knitting his brows.
"Don't get it twisted, Finn," Rachel said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You do know how I am. I'm always prepared," she patted Finn on his leg, "in case I shouldn't be in bed with you, for instance, like right now?"
"These boobs seem fine, but I like yours better," Finn protested, reaching his hand to her arm to let her lie down on the bed.
Rachel pushed his hand back, refusing lying down on the bed. "I'll be avoiding risk by any means. I have to, Finn, you know that."
"Rachel," Finn sighed. "You're making this bigger of a deal," he argued. "I'm fine. I don't feel dizzy anymore. No nausea, no headache. So, don't worry too much. Come here," he patted the vacant spot beside him again. "We should finish what we did in the laundry room. Now let's get continued!"
"Uh-uh. No," Rachel shook her head, refusing stubbornly. "It's just 10 days, Finn. Besides, I'll be having my period in a couple of days. So, either way, we can't have sex for a while," she stood up from the bed. "But I'll definitely miss sleeping next to you," she pressed her lips to his cheek. "Good night, Finn," with that, she emerged out of the bedroom.
"Rachel!" Finn yelled at Rachel's retreating figure, which caused him to feel dizzy slightly. He cursed under his breath at a determined Rachel. Then he pouted, lying down on the back, staring at the ceiling for a while, defeated by his subsequent no-sex and no-Rachel-on-the-same-bed fate.
"How's Finn?" Mercedes asked, perching herself on the right side of Rachel to get a pedicure.
"He's fine. Thanks for asking, Mer," Rachel let out a loud sigh. "He plays his 'sick patient' card every chance he gets, though," she rolled her eyes.
"Maybe he's trying to distract you? From the stress of the opening night?" guessed Tina, who was on the left side of Rachel's arm chair.
"I know he is," Rachel shook her head. "But it's getting annoying!" she held her hands up in the air. "And it's also annoying that Kurt's still mad at us," she mumbled under her breath.
"I've heard that, Rachel," Tina whispered, giving a meaningful look.
"About what?" Rachel responded, not bothering to look in her friend's direction, pretending to not understand what Tina was getting at.
"Brit's Special," Tina said in a normal tone, nudging Rachel's arm with her elbow. "I didn't know you were that flexible."
"I knew it," with a smirk, Santana chimed in from behind. "Since you decided to get those handcuffs at the bachelorette party, I've been waiting for this moment. And Kurt walked in on you? Never more hilarious," she burst into laughter.
"What? Kurt walked in on them in that position?" Mercedes turned around her head to see the Latina before turning her attention to Rachel. "That's why he's been crabby these days?"
"I guess so," Rachel mumbled. "He's still refusing talking to me."
"He's not a cherry boy," Santana snorted, perching herself on the edge of the console table behind the pedicure chairs. "Do you guys believe that celibate gay people get importunate for explanation about every single sex toy? Which was displayed at the bachelorette party?" she looked around her friends who widened their eyes in a nail salon. "I bet he got some toys for Elliott and himself. Besides, he used to have sex with Blaine in the green room regularly."
"Okay, I don't want to know about his sex life," Mercedes shook her head.
"How did you pull it off?" Tina pressed further as she looked back at Rachel. "I don't think I can do that."
"My long-term yoga practice got paid off, I suppose," Rachel whispered back, blushing.
"Two pairs of handcuffs make it easier if you're not that flexible," the detective wife suddenly joined the conversation without looking up from the magazine that she was flipping through.
All the gang in the nail salon shot up their heads to stare at Quinn, dumbfounded. Then they exchanged looks, not knowing what to react—except for Santana.
"Care to explain, Q?" Santana asked matter-of-factly.
"It's simple," Quinn shrugged, still not looking up at the other girls. "One for your right wrist and right ankle, the other for left ones. And I recommend that you should put a pillow on your belly. It's very supportive."
"When did you–? I mean, you said that you haven't had sex for–"
"Who is he?" cut Tina off Brittany, who was standing next to Santana. "Who is the guy who you're having sex with?"
Quinn finally looked up to stare at the girls. "W-what?"
"You're glowing," Brittany pointed out. "You're having sex, like, every day, aren't you?"
"You know what?" Mercedes chimed in, not wanting her best friend and the mysterious guy to become the center of the talk. "Artie and Kitty got into a serious relationship a couple of days ago?"
"Haven't they already?" Rachel willingly jumped in at the subject Mercedes had just broached. "I thought that they hit if off when they first met at the bar last month."
"They did," Brittany confirmed, oblivious to the subject about Quinn's sex life that she herself had commenced. "I've never imagined that they would move in together this fast."
"They moved in together?" Rachel widened her eyes. "But it's been a month since they met!"
"Look who's talking," Santana rolled her eyes. "You've been living with Fetus Face since, like, forever, haven't you?"
"Santana!" Rachel flared her nostrils. "How many times do I have to tell you not to call him names! He doesn't have a fetus face! He's the most handsome guy in the–"
Santana's loud snort made Rachel stop speaking.
"What?" Rachel glared at the Latina, folding her arms across her chest. "It's true that he's hot. And we decided to move in together about six months later we officially became a couple. Even having sex with him for the first time was three months later we met," she unconsciously raised her voice. "You're one to talk, Santana. You let Brit live in your loft the second you laid eyes on her, didn't you?"
"You guys all are profligate," Mercedes rolled her eyes.
"Are you what ten years old or something? Don't tell me that you saved yourself for marriage," Santana retorted. "What?" she blinked a couple of times as she saw the African American blushed. "Wow, so it's true? I had it by hearsay, but I never believed it."
"It's none of your business," Mercedes murmured. "Everybody is not promiscuous like you," she added in barely audible voice.
"What's wrong with saving myself for marriage?" Rachel spoke up on behalf of the African American, making a face at Santana, before turning her head to see Mercedes. "I respect your decision, Mer," she placed her hand on her arm.
"Thank you," Mercedes mouthed at Rachel with a sheepish smile.
"I think that I have–"
When Santana resumed speaking, the detective wife sprung to her feet from the chair and rushed into the bathroom, with a hand cupping her mouth, which some nauseated noises were escaping from.
"What the hell?" Santana made a face, staring at the back of Quinn.
"Oh my God!" Tina screeched, widening her eyes at some realization.
"What?" Rachel turned her head to look at Tina with a frown. "What's wrong?"
"She–," Tina took a pause before slowly looking around the girls in the nail salon and letting out her thought, "must be pregnant."
"Oh no," Mercedes gasped.
A few minutes later, Quinn returned from the bathroom. She hastily grabbed her purse from the console table where Santana was still sitting on. "Sorry, I have to go," with that, Quinn stormed out of the nail salon without waiting for the other girls to say something.
The girls shared looks for a moment without letting single word.
Rachel massaged her temple with a forefinger. If Tina was right, the guy whom she had seen at the restaurant could be the father, given the series of events.
How was she supposed to tell Finn about this?
Kurt was still refusing talking to her. Finn was still playing a patient role when he was at home. Quinn and Puck were on the verge of divorce. And now? Quinn might be pregnant? With some other guy?
The opening night of Funny Girl was in two days.
Rachel officially got stressed out.
A/N: I promise that Puck and Quinn will not have a bad ending.
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