I don't own Glee.
Brittany had went to Santana's, for an unknown reason. Rory had missed her, but had recovered from the environmental change pretty quickly.
Rory shoved a clump of his shirt into his mouth, the material suddenly becoming slobbery and dented from teeth marks. The living room was so boring right now. His toys had disappeared, and they - unknown to Rory - had either been thrown back behind shelves and stands, stored away neatly in the nursery by Emma, or currently occupying Brittany somehow. He had really nothing to do.
He would go to Will's CD shelf. Many colorful plastic cases were awaiting a fate to be chewed on or maybe crushed.
Finn was now entering the room and stepping over crawling Rory, trying to not kick him or stomp on him accidentally. He took a seat on the sofa and pulled the table up, before emptying a large bag of McDonald's. "Oh, I need some ketchup!" he gasped, hurrying out to the fridge.
The aroma of french fries and a bacon cheeseburger attracted Rory's attention. It seemed as a good solution to his small hunger. He managed to crawl to the table and hop to his knees, with some support from leaning against the table. He whimpered when the table just tipped over and it's contents flew onto the floor. Immediately recovering and just dandy, he wandered to grab a french fry and shove it in his mouth. It was so damn salty! His mouth was burning, oh my! Though, it had gone down his throat smoothly, and he had grabbed another fry once considering it to be "a little yummy."
"Hey, hey, hey!" Finn appeared, angered.
Rory shoved another fry into his mouth and nibbled.
"No!" the tall boy yelled, now scooping the leaky, slopped burger and the many greasy fries from the floor. "Oh, shit. Mr. Schue's going to be pissed if the carpet's dirty... Damn it, you knocked the table over." He was a little frustrated, and it grew heavy when he sat and tugged Rory over his lap.
Rory squirmed. What was Finn doing? It hurt his tummy to lay lie this. What-?
"Aahheeeeoooohhhh!" Rory screamed when there was a giant smack on his diapered bottom. "Aahh!" He could feel it stinging! What was happening?! Why-?
Another smack came, and it was horrible! It felt like a bagazijillion times worse than the first! He burst into shrills and tears as a few more strikes were delivered to his soft and highly sensitive rear end.
"Finn!"
He looked up to see Rachel. "Huh?"
"What are you doing, Finn?"
"Rory's being bad."
Rachel worked to scoop Rory from Finn's lap, and set him safely on the carpet. She joined him to console him, stroking her hands through his hair as she held him against her. As his cries came to whimpers, Rachel scolded, "Finn, he is innocent. Sure, he knocked over the table. But it's your fault for leaving him unsupervised."
Finn said loudly, giving Rory goosebumps, "HE IS A FULLY GROWN TEENAGER, AND I SHOULD NOT HAVE TO CONSTANTLY BABYSIT HIM!"
Rachel, with assistance of Sam, had now been taking shaky Rory to the nursery. From the heavy smell of urine, he had earned a minute on the changing table. Rachel removed the diaper to find a pool of urine and, barely surprisingly, a small puddle of leaked stool. It was from the large startle, and was definitely not diarrhea. Damn Finn and his temper.
Rory cooed when Sam began speaking to him softly as lifted his legs into the air. Rory grabbed his foot and tugged on his sock, occupied. He oomped when a cold baby wipe was swiped slowly against his bottom, before giggling. This happened a couple more times until the rest of his groin was cleaned, before Sam patted him dry. Sam's hands were very soft! Rachel then slathered Vaseline onto his skin for any possible rashes. Rachel's hands were very soft too! But not as soft as Emma's. Definitely not.
Rory had gotten his sock completely off when a new diaper was secured onto him. He threw the sock on the ground, babbling, enjoying the nice draft on his hot foot. He decided that the other sock could come off also, and as he worked on this mission Rachel had helped him sit up correctly.
"Well, Rory," Rachel chucked, "you seem pretty happy after what just happened."
"Finn was still pretty mean, though," Sam debated.
A grumble from Rory's tummy - a very noisy one, perhaps - had startled him. He had felt very hungry. Why wasn't he in the highchair with a meal in front of him? Usually it was mealtime right about now.
Sam pulled Rory's short up and hoisted him onto his hip, taking him out to the kitchen and into his highchair. "There you go, buddy."
Rachel stormed into the living room. "Finn, you are going to put that cheeseburger down and go feed Rory!"
Finn's reply was, "Why are you screaming?" Though, he did follow her order without defying. He sipped his soda, adding, "All I did was smack his ass a couple of times. He was being bad, Rachel, that's what I had to do..."
"Just go feed him lunch."
Finn entered the kitchen to find a very hungry one in the highchair. "Hello."
Rory whined. He was hungry, that was the first problem. And Finn was here. Finn...
"I'm sorry for what happened, but you sort of had it coming... It's over now, and it's lunchtime so I'm going to feed you."
"Gaaaahhhh!" Rory slammed his fists onto the highchair. He wasn't sure whether he was agitated from hunger or from Finn. He just wasn't sure.
Finn hurried to the cupboard for a bowl, Rory's screaming stopping him.
Rory didn't want this guy feeding him. He wanted Rachel to feed him. Or maybe Sam. Though he wasn't sure which one should feed him, he had chosen that Finn not be an option. He roared until Sam had appeared to check this scene out.
Sam went to hush Rory. He told Finn to return to the living room so he could peacefully figure a lunch. n the cabinet, he slid many cans around to finally recognize a food item without reading. "Rory want peas?"
Rory didn't even take a minute to comprehend. He didn't need to. He knew Sam had been referring to a food, and Rory was ready to eat just about anything that Sam made. "Goo!" he responded.
"I'll take that as a yes." As he heated some peas he'd then decided that Rory would need a variety of nutrients in this meal, so he added in some diced peaches and milk-diluted Cheerios, with approval of Rory.