Dear Readers,
New theories are bubbling up all over the place! So many little signs poined to some possible rekindled Quick! I know there is going to be a Fuinn kiss, but I'm not scared. The writers know that no one in their right mind would forgive the girl who went all the way with Puck, lied about it (and planned on lying about it forever) when Finn had done nothing wrong to her over Rachel, who only kissed Puck, told the truth immediately and it happened when she and Finn had been fighting.
Also, I would like to write an apology about Taking a Bullet, my fic I am doing with CertifiedGleek. I'm not sure what to do, because she has not been responding to my messages. I wrote some stuff, and we've got an epic plan to unfold, but I'm not really sure what's going to happen. Do not worry, we have not forgotten. We will get back to work soon, I promise.
Lastly, per request, this chapter features more of your favorite gleekies and Furt Finn. Furt Finn was the best, you know? Why did Special Education Finn have to come and murder Furt Finn?
Love to all! This is going to be an amazing chapter, I promise!
Princessgleeky
P.S. Did you know that some FOX exec intervened and made them change the Valentine's Day episode script? I know FOX was upset by the fan uproar caused by the Finchel break up, maybe they are making them get Finchel back together sooner!
P. P. S. Lea Michele said there was a scene at the end of the Valentine's Day episode so sweet she cried. Not necessarily Finn and Rachel, but… finger crossed!
(Several weeks later)
"You're seriously going to eat that?" asked Sam, pulling his head back in disgust as he took his tray off the counter of the buffet. Finn had taken a whole plate of potater tots, piled nearly three inches high. Even the lunch lady gave him an awkward look, rolling her eyes up and down his body.
"I don't know… I'm just really stressed, ok?" he sighed, following Sam to the table with Quinn, Puck, Santana, Brittany, Mike and Tina.
"Finals?" sighed Sam, taking a large forkful of his salad.
"Wait, we're doing finals?" asked Brittany, clueless, as the entire table turned to look at her in shock. But it's not like they could be surprised, this was Brittany Pierce.
Finn shook his head and leaned back in his chair.
"No… mostly just Rachel. I mean, I don't get why she keeps putting off a C-Section when she knows the baby would be fine if they took it out now. She just assumes there is no risk for her life."
"I didn't know that hobbits and giants could even make babies together," snapped Santana, clearly bored with Finn's stress. He talked about his situation often and it made her want to puke up all the food she was not eating. Finn decided for once to ignore her comment.
"So, what's gonna happen?" asked Puck, genuinely concerned.
"Dunno, man. She just keeps getting worse. I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do."
Mike gave him a sympathetic glance and a smile, not really sure what could make Finn better. Tina looked like she was nervous underneath her lacy black and purple dress, picking at the salmon on her plate. Quinn wasn't displaying much emotion at all. She didn't want to be rude to Finn, and she didn't want Rachel to die, but she wasn't really that concerned.
"We're here for you, remember that," said Sam comfortingly, putting his hand on Finn's back.
"Is she gonna like… die…?" Brittany whispered to Santana, somewhat lost.
"Like I care," Santana responded as she rolled her eyes and went back to fiddling with her high pony.
"Bitch!" Finn yelled.
The latina look half offended and half disgusted. Most people in the cafeteria seem to have heard, and the only other conversations going on were some lunch ladies behind the buffet. Teachers eating their lunches from Tupperware containers turned their heads towards the shouting teen, standing a foot back from his table, his face red with fury.
"For two years I let you get away with picking on Rachel, insulting her, but you know what? Shut the fuck up. She could be dying right now, I'm not kidding. And the least you can do is keep your stupid slutty mouth shut."
"Dude…" whispered Sam, shocked, as Finn stormed out of the cafeteria with his hands clenched tightly into fists.
"He is so whipped," muttered Puck.
Santana got up from the table to chase after him, "Finn! Look, I didn't mean that…."
Finn didn't turn around, he kept on walking. His walk sped up to a jog, from a jog to a run, until he reached the football field. Not a soul was around to mock him, or even notice his tear stained, crunched up face.
He couldn't take life any more. Why did one girl have to affect his life so much? He wanted to be mad at Rachel. He wanted to tell her how he felt. He was sick of feeling like shit 24/7 for doing this to her when she had the power to make it stop. Yesterday, she had 4 seizures and weird bruises all over her arm. He wanted to cry like a girl every time he even thought about his life the way it was right now.
Suddenly, Finn felt someone tapping his shoulder lightly. He became immediately aware of his body, realizing he was alone on the field, racked with sobs, hitting the ground as if it were a punching bag. He looked up in the dark green eyes of Mr. Schuester, warm and sympathetic.
"Finn… do you want to talk?"
…
"I just… I don't know how to tell her. She'll tell me this is what's best for the baby or something like that."
Mr. Schuester sighed, nodding his head. They sat in the choir room, far away from anyone else, especially those Finn wouldn't want to see him with bloodshot, puffy eyes and grass all over his pants. He took another sip of his water before putting it down and looking back up at his teacher with an expression begging for help.
"She loves you Finn," he said simply, patting his student on the back reassuringly. Finn bowed his head silently.
"Tell her how much this is affecting you. She needs to know how hard it is for you."
Finn looked at Mr. Schuester oddly.
"You really think that'll work?"
"I don't know, but knowing Rachel, she really does care about you."
Finn smiled at the thought. He knew Rachel loved him, because she told him many times, but it had never really sunk in until now. Rachel Berry is just in love with me as I am with her.
He nodded, smiling, and rising out of his seat the brush the grass and dirt off of his clothing.
"Thanks for the advice. I think I'll talk to her when I see her today."
His teacher rose up as well, picking up the sack with his lunch. He still hadn't gotten around to eating it, but he had a soft spot for helping Finn. He saw so much of himself in the boy, and he couldn't imagine what he was going through at the moment.
"No problem. And if you need anything else," he pointed at Finn as he gracefully strided out of the room. "Come to me, alright?"
"Yeah. I will."
…
"Rachel…"
The small brunette raised one eye brow, a little surprised at her boyfriend's bold entrance into her hospital room. She put down her book adjusted her pillow so she could sit upright more comfortably.
"Yes?"
Finn took a deep breath, and sat down.
"I… I really, really love you, Rach. I can't even begin to describe it." He took her hands, and looked up into Rachel's deep, dark eyes.
"And I need you to know how much your choice is affecting me."
He took another deep breath, and glanced at his feet to let go of some of the nervous energy plaguing his body.
"I don't know what the hell I would do if you died. You don't even understand. I-I really care about our daughter… but I care about you more."
By now, her eyes were glassy, little tears building up in the corners. Finn couldn't help but think she looked so beautiful right then.
"Please get a C-Section. Please. You're 34 along, and I talked to Dr. Quimby, she said the survival chances are very high if they take it out now. This way, both you and the baby will survive."
Rachel didn't say anything, moving her lips slightly, still lost in her boyfriend's brunt caramel eyes. She could stare into them for hours and still remained mesmerized. Suddenly, she nodded, letting several tears glide down her face.
"I love you. I didn't know how much this was affecting you- I'll do it. I'll get a C-Section."
Finn wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her in, feeling that even this embrace was not even close enough. He wanted to lose himself in all that was Rachel Berry; he wanted to forget that anyone else even existed in the world.
"Thanks," he whispered into her neck tenderly, kissing it softly.
He was shaken out of his paradise by a soft gasp coming from Rachel. She moved away from him, her eyes closed and her face concerned looking. Her hands slipped off Finn's neck and around her middle, tightly clasped together.
"Rach?"
"I think I'm going into labor."
OMG cliffhanger. Sorry! I wanted to torture you all (and keep you on the edge of your seat, but mostly torture you)
MWAHAHAHA!
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Thanks so much!
