So, you've read the twin's birth. Here is Sean's. There is some Puck/ Rachel in this, as friends of course. I love them as friends. I actually think that they should have a brother/sister relationship in the show.
Enjoy!
Rachel slowly woke up, slightly confused as to when she had actually fallen asleep and it took her a few seconds to adjust to her surroundings. The clock said that it was five and that meant that she'd been asleep for at least six hours, after only being up for a while that morning. She notices that she is laid on the sofa, her legs curled up around her body and the television playing quietly in the background. Wiping the sleep out of her eyes, she unsteadily stands up and brushes down her clothes, hands slowly drifting over her baby bump. She smiled as she glanced at it, despite how uncomfortable she was. He was due last week and yet there had been no signs of her going into labour. Constantly tired, Rachel couldn't wait until he was born. As she headed to the kitchen, she found Finn inside whilst he attempted to make something to eat, that something being barely recognisable to her. She made herself a drink of water and went to stand beside him, "what are you doing?"
He now finally turned to look at her, as though her earlier presence had gone unnoticed, "err Rach, aren't you supposed to be resting?"
"I'm pregnant. Not dying," she snapped, finding that her tiredness was affecting her usual chipper mood.
"I know," Finn said, "but the doctor said that you should get as much sleep as possible."
She scowled at the mention of their doctor, emphasising her distaste of the woman, "she did, though doesn't understand how I feel right now and therefore cannot tell me what to do. Do you know how hard it is sleeping with another person inside you?"
When he didn't reply, she just watch him struggle with whatever he was trying to do and began to wonder what it was, coming up with no reasonable suggestions. He gave a worried glance at her, clearly hoping that she would just go back to sleep. "At least sit down," he pleaded.
"I'm fine," she said through gritted teeth, becoming extremely irritable. He gave her the look and she then sighed, "Finn really. I can stand up. It's not that hard…"
"Rach, please," he replied, motioning towards the table and chairs a few feet away. With a dramatic roll of the eyes, she went to pull out a chair and proceeded to sit on it. He sent her a smile. One which she didn't return, due to her foul mood. He chuckled when she purposely gave out a loud sigh so he could hear and then joined her at the table, putting a plate of food before her, "you're not very talkative today, are you?" She glared at him in return, stuffing a forkful of food into her mouth and shifting in discomfort on her seat. The only sound was that of their forks hitting the plates.
Finn didn't dare say anything, knowing that she would probably just get annoyed at him. He had learned from her constant mood swings that he just shouldn't speak at times like this, no matter how much he wanted to tell her how adorable she looked. When they were finished, he went to pick up her plate, laughing when she moved it away and just stared at him, before herself taking it to the sink. He couldn't stop himself but laugh at how childish she had become lately.
"What's so funny?" she mumbled. Finn reached his arms around her and brought their bodies closed, whispering in her ear softly, "you."
At this, she pouted, "I'm glad to know that I'm a source of amusement to you. I will try and keep it up if you like. I would want to disappoint." The words came out sarcastically and he grinned, increasing his grip on her.
"Hey," he smiled down at her baby bump, "it looks like there's something between us." She tried to resist the smile, but it quickly crept onto her face and she buried it deeper into his chest, wishing that she could just fall asleep there and then. Tiredness pulled at her entire body and she made her way out of Finn's grasp so she could head back into the living room. She slowly le herself sink into the soft cushion of the sofa and, a few seconds later, felt it shift as Finn sat beside her, the smugness evident in his voice, "I knew that you were tired."
"Not now Finn," she said, her eyes closed already and the words came out very quietly.
"I'm just happy to be right," he smiled to himself. Rachel rested her hand on her baby bump, speaking down to it, "I wish you'd just get out." She watched as Finn's hand slowly came on top of hers, giving it a small squeeze. She suddenly gave a little gasp and grabbed his other hand, pressing them both firmly to the bump. They were large enough to almost completely cover it "Can you feel that?" she whispered, "He's kicking."
He concentrated, smiling wildly when he could feel the small kicks. Glancing up at Rachel, he saw that her mood had drastically improved at that one moment in time and she grinned to him. The baby kicked once more and he became even more excited, leaning closer to Rachel. She let her head fall against the sofa, drifting to sleep with his warm hands beneath hers.
-glee –
This time when she woke up, she found her head in Finn's lap, unsure of how her sleeping position had changed so much. One of Finn's hands was stroking her air whilst the other was just slung along her side. She sat up, instantly feeling cold as she wasn't in his grip any more. When she stood up, he was instantly talking to her, "where are you going?"
"Do I need to tell you where I'm going every second?" she questioned with a frown, folding her arms.
He was a bit surprised by her sudden outburst and found himself sinking into the sofa, "I was just asking."
A frustrated sigh escaped her lips, "well don't. I'm stressed out enough as it is and I don't need anything else making me feel worse. So, just give me some space."
"Woah, Rach," he stood up, "where's this coming from?"
She frowned, "I don't know. I'm just sick of being watched over like I'm some elderly relative that can't do anything. I can do things! I haven't been out in days and I just feel…ugh, I can't explain. Its worse when you watch me like a hawk and you may deny it, but I know you do."
"A-are you trying to blame this on me?" he motioned towards himself.
"No," she shook her head, taking a step closer to him, "not at all. It's not your fault. You don't do it intentionally."
He cut her across, looking very offended, "so you're saying that I still do it?"
"Don't Finn…" she began, finding her brain whizzing with thoughts.
"Don't what?" he yelled and now, from nothing, it had blown into a full argument. She held her face in her heads and tried to imagine that this wasn't happening, "tell me Rachel."
Rachel gave a defeated sigh, finally staring at him straight in the eyes, "there's nothing to tell you. I think we both know that it's been pretty tense this past week and we've both been a little on edge. But it's completely understandable. We're stressed. This is normal. I-"
"No, I've been fine. It's you who's been acting weird. I know that you've got baby hormones and stuff, but you've just been shouting at me for everything I do," he cut across, throwing his hands about as he spoke. He wasn't yelled, though his voice had risen significantly. When he was finished, he just stared at her, wondering what she was possibly going to say in return to him.
She waited a few seconds before speaking, calm and collected, "am I shouting Finn?"
"What?" he frowned.
"Am I shouting?" she repeated once more, all the time keeping their eyes locked.
"Well, no. Not now, but you have been," he squirmed under her intense glare, "what's up with you Rach?"
Now, she shouted, "I'm pregnant! And in lots of discomfort. I'm tired all of the time and the last thing I need is you treating me like I'm incapable of looking after myself! I haven't spoken to anyone other than you for what feels like weeks. I'm a people person Finn! And when you're not here, I'm completely isolated. It's driving me insane!"
He gave her a look and was unable to speak for a minute, wondering where this had all come from. She was usually the first person to say when she had a problem and he had no idea how she'd managed to hide all this for a number of days, or maybe even weeks, "why didn't you just tell me instead of getting angry?"
"I'm not angry," she defended herself; "I have absolutely no clue what I feel right now. It's just definitely not angry." Rachel gave a sigh, looking at the floor and finally speaking in a quiet voice, "I need to go."
"What?" he gulped, "what do you mean?"
She found herself immediately concerned by his hurt voice and rushed over to him, placing her hand on his chest, "I'll be back. I just need to go somewhere…anywhere. I can't be stuck in this house. There's just too much tension and stress."
"Let me take yo-"he began, but Rachel cut him off, the next few words incredibly hard to get out, "no. We have to spend time apart… I love you."
He didn't say it back, but just turned to look away from her. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek and hesitated before turning around and heading towards the door. Car keys in hand, she glanced at him once more (he was still in exactly the same position as before) and opened her mouth to say anything, the only words that came out sounding stupid and pointless, "I'll see you later."
- glee -
Rachel sat outside Quinn and Puck's house, staring at it through her car window. She'd been crying…a lot and, before she went to the house, she wiped her eyes to hide that fact, though it would be clear that something was up. Why else would she be there when she should be at home resting like Finn kept reminding her? She managed to calm herself down and stepped out of her car, before making her way up to the door. Hesitating, she finally rang the doorbell and waited there nervously, knowing that as soon as Quinn asked her 'what's wrong?', she would start bawling her eyes out once more.
She was surprised when she found Puck staring down at her, looking confused and concerned at the same time, "Rachel?"
"Can I come in?" she asked quietly and he stepped back to let her enter the house, following as she went to sit in their living room. He noticed her glanced around and she soon asked, "where's Quinn?" Rachel missed out that she needed to speak to her urgently.
He frowned, "she's out with Laura. Are you…okay?" Puck took a seat next to her, turning so he was facing her almost directly and he prepared himself for an over dramatic Rachel rant.
Trying to keep herself calm, she shook her head.
"What's wrong?" he asked in a very unlike Puck manner. He had never admitted it to anyone, but Rachel was basically a little sister to him. Albeit an annoying little sister but he felt very protective of her, along with Finn of course. He remembered the time when he and Finn had beaten up a guy who was bothering her when she was in college. After that, he'd never spoken to her again. Rachel glanced up at him and he could instantly see the tears in her eyes, "you're not going to start crying are you? Because me and crying chicks do not go together."
She let out a laugh and a few minutes later he was holding her as she let the next set of tears out whilst trying to explain what had happened at the same time, "Finn and…I. We…had a fight…and I didn't…know…what to do…afterwards…so I…came here."
"Woah, wait. You and Finn had a fight? About what?"
"It was stupid," she wiped her eyes, "I just was sick…sitting in the house…all day long and I…took it out on Finn."
Puck did his best to soothe her, rubbing her back softly as she tried to get herself under control. He frowned, mentally making a note not to side with either of them on this as they were both his friends, "look Rachel, you're just worked up. Go home. Finn'll be fine. Just go and relax. You shouldn't be doing anything too stressful, especially in your…condition."
She sighed, "but that's what we were arguing about Noah. I was becoming extremely irritated with him treating me like his grandma and I just got so annoyed that I couldn't stop myself from telling him that. I feel terrible…"
"He'll understand, "Puck said and she shook her head to show that she didn't think it would be that way. She was convinced that she'd screwed up big time. Finally, after a long pause, Puck sighed, "Rachel, this is all normal. When Quinn was pregnant, she was yelling at me for everything. It must just be a pregnant chick thing and since it's you, it's understandable. You'd be, like, even more crazy than usual. I have no idea how Finn's put up with you like this."
"Not helping Noah," she glared in his direction.
"I know you wanted to talk to Quinn for some girl advice or whatever," he said, "but you've got me, so you're gonna have to deal with it."
"No, you're right. It's clear that you lack any sensitivity at all. At least you're try- ow," her heads shot to her baby bump and she sees when Puck's eyes widen and his mouth opens wide, managing to speak a few seconds later, "Rachel…are you alright?"
She went to stand up, instantly feeling like the baby gave a huge kick and then something wet leak from her. Staring down, with horror, she realised what was happening and faced Puck. He himself was staring at the floor, wide eyes and hands held to his head. Oh this is just perfect timing, she thought to herself sarcastically, not believing that, the first time she's away from Finn in days, is when she finally goes into labour. Puck had begun pacing the floor, repeating, "crap, crap, crap."
"Noah," she tried to get his attention.
He didn't hear her, or if he did, he was still trying to process the information and was unable to respond just yet.
She attempted again, a little louder this time, "Noah."
Still nothing, though he had changed his statement to, "this is really, really bad."
"PUCK!" she practically screamed and he finally looked toward her. Her face scrunched up slightly as the next one came and she was aware that Puck had appeared by her side, holding onto her, "we need to go."
"That's what I've been trying to tell you," she replied angrily once it was over. He began rushing around, fumbling for his keys whilst she tried to make her way towards the car, having to stop whenever a contraction would come. Once more, she felt his hands on her, leading her out of the door and they managed to get in the car, Puck frantically trying to turn the engine on. With a little laugh, she said, "you're acting exactly like you do when Quinn had her baby."
He gave her a look, "I'm not good at this, okay? I'm a guy!" And then he began to panic after that, his breathing shattered and he was mumbling to himself. Rachel put her hand on his arm in a comforting gesture, despite her own pain. Calmly, she said, "you can do this. Just take deep breathes. Breathe."
Following her order, he did exactly that and, once he'd got himself under control, turned to face her, "alright. I'm good. I can do it."
Rachel nodded, squeezing his arm during the next contraction and didn't realise until he winced and said, "crap Rachel. Not so hard."
"Just drive," she ordered, realising that they hadn't even moved yet. He nodded, breathing deeply once more and took off with such speed that she had to hold onto the door handle so that she didn't bang into anything. She had no idea which hospital they were going to but was mainly concentration on getting through each of the contractions. They were about every forty seconds and gradually growing more intense with each one. During the time when she wasn't in pain, she thought about Finn and reminded herself to tell Puck to call him when they did get to the hospital. Puck, now past his panicking stage, glanced over to her, "you alright?"
She winced slightly, forcing out, "fine."
Due to Puck's insane driving, they arrived at the hospital in just under five minutes and she was pretty sure that he stole someone else's wheelchair for her, but honestly didn't care at that moment. He yelled at the receptionist, "she's having her baby! She needs a room now!" The receptionist seemed to take it in his stride and calmly told a nurse to take her to a room. Puck walked beside her, holding her hand tightly, which he realised wasn't the best idea as it felt like she had squeezed all of the blood out. Inside the room, she changed into one of the hospital gowns (which she'd protested to passionately) and then sat down in the bed. Puck rejoined her in the room, a cup in his hand, "I got you some ice chips."
"Thanks," she managed a smile, taking them from him, "have you phoned Finn?"
He pulled out his phone, "on it." With surprising speed, he called Finn's number and pressed the phone to his ear, hearing the ringing. "Answer the damn phone Finessa," he mumbled, quiet enough so that Rachel couldn't hear. When he heard Finn's voice on the other line, he gave a huge sigh of relief, "dude, get your sorry ass down to the hospital now. Rachel's having the baby. Your baby."
From Finn, he heard basically the same reaction that he had had and after a minute, Finn rushed into the phone, "I'm on my way. Is she okay?"
"She's good. Now hurry up. I can't do this on my own," he told him.
"Right, I'll be there soon. Tell her that I love her," he hung up. When he looked down at Rachel, he saw her watching expectantly, but her eyes scrunched closed when the next contraction came and he sat down beside her, trying to soothe her as best as he knew.
She had one of the ice chips, before half smiling at Puck, "thank you Noah…for driving me here and not panicking…much." They both laughed lightly and she took another sharp intake of air, "I know that this isn't really something you like to do."
They were interrupted by a knock on the door and a doctor stepped in, smiling broadly at them both, "hi, I'm going to be your doctor. Doctor Newman. Now, Mrs Hudson, how far apart are your contractions?"
Rachel thought, "about three minutes."
"And," the woman carried on, writing at the same time, "how long do they last for?"
"I'm not sure. Thirty seconds, I think." She nodded and wrote that down too, smiling to them once more, "okay. I just need to do a few tests and that'll be all."
Puck stood up, "I'll go and wait for Finn."
Though Rachel didn't want to be left on her own, she nodded and let him go. He smiled at her, before slowly walking out of the door and going to the waiting room, knowing that he was going to panic if Finn didn't get there soon. His mind went to Quinn and he wondered whether Rachel would want there to be a girl present at the birth, as Quinn had already been through it twice. And, unlike Finn and himself, she would actually be a help there. He decided that Rachel would be grateful for it.
He quickly rang her up, barely giving her a chance to say 'hello' before saying into the phone, "please come to the hospital. Rachel's in labour and you can't expect me and Finn to be able to do this on our own."
"Stop thinking about yourself Puck, "Quinn sighed, "I'll come because I know you two and you're both idiots. Text me the directions and I'll be there soon. Tell Rachel that some actual help is on the way."
"Thank you Quinn. You're a life saver."
"I know," she replied and, when she hung up, he was immediately a lot calmer. It felt like a lot of responsibility had been lifted. He made his way back to Rachel's room, just as the doctor was walking out, giving him a wide smile. When he stepped inside the room, Rachel was now lying in the bed, a machine beside her, though he had no idea what it was supposed to do. She gave a small smile toward him and she patted the bed as a signal that he should sit down.
He looked towards the machine and then back to her, "is everything good? The baby okay…"
"Yes," she nodded, "but I'm only one centimetre. She said that it could take hours."
After another contraction, she lay down properly in an attempt to get comfortable. It didn't work. It took ten minutes before Quinn arrived, a panting Finn in tow. "Look what I found," she announced, gesturing towards him. Finn was instantly by Rachel's side, mumbling apologies about the argument, as was Rachel. Quinn gave Puck a confused glance and he just shook his head, trying to get across that she didn't want to know the reason. As soon as he'd greeted her, she turned into practical Quinn and began hammering Rachel with questions about everything since she'd gone into labour. Thinking about it, it's exactly the same way that Rachel had acted during Laura's birth. Maybe it's a woman thing he thought. He noticed that Finn was still breathing deeply and stood beside him, "dude, don't tell me you're in labour too."
He shook his head, "Rachel too the car. I had to run here."
The laugh was stifled but Finn still heard it. Puck prepared himself for a response though none came, and he glanced towards Finn with confusion. He was staring at Rachel, his scared face creeping in, filled with doubt and uncertainties. As he'd been in this situation two times already, he knew what it felt like and gave Finn a pat on the shoulder. "It'll be fine," he tried to be reassuring, deciding that insulting Finn probably wouldn't be the best of ideas right now.
Finn tried to convince himself by nodding along, "sure. 'Course it will."
Puck felt someone tug on his arm and turns to see Quinn, giving him the look. He registers that as meaning that they needed to give Finn and Rachel a little privacy and followed her to the waiting room. Grateful for the alone time, Finn sat on the edge of her bed and took her hand in his. She frowned, saying very quietly, "I really am sorry for yelling. I don't even remember the reason for me doing so…do you forgive me?"
"Rach, there's nothing to forgive," and she pulled him into possibly the tightest hug ever, tears brimming in her eyes. He laughed, "you have no idea how scared I am right now."
"You're not the one who's about to be pushing a baby out of them," she informed him curtly, "but I think that I have some understanding of that fear. I-"
She squeezed his hand tightly as the contraction started and she heard him saying things to her, but couldn't register the words properly. She did hear when he said, "it's almost over now." And, as he'd said, the pain stopped slowly, leaving her to just smile at him. Finn wondered how she still managed to look as wonderful as ever in the oversized hospital gown, her hair messed up, but she did and he found himself leaning forward to give her a kiss. He whispered in her ear, "Rach, we're finally having our baby."
"I know," she now gave him a huge grin; "these past few months have just gone so quickly." She lovingly ran a hand over her baby bump, "you know, I think that I'm actually going to miss it. I've almost grown attached to it."
Finn smiled, "me too. But when it's gone, we'll have a tiny baby in its place."
"Yes," she agreed, taking hold of his fingers delicately. They had both completely forgotten about the fight by now and were completely focused on the tiny new life that they were about to bring into the world.
- glee -
Six hours later and Rachel was only seven centimetres. They were beyond trying to reason with her, as all her responses were that of a very irritated and tired woman filled with words that none of them understood. Quinn, apparently the bravest of them all, sat on the bed, trying to calm her down, whilst Finn and Puck sat on chairs which had been placed around the room. The contractions had become more than intense and Quinn was running through the proper breathing techniques with her, though she was already adamant that she knew them anyway. Puck stood up, "I'm gonna go and get some food. Anyone want something?"
"Where are you going?" Finn asked, eagerly sitting up at the thought of food. There was a shrug in reply, "anywhere."
Finn handed him some money, "get me some burgers or something. I'm starving."
After being told by Quinn to get her something small, he left. Rachel was complaining how she wanted something to eat, though they insisted that she wasn't allowed anything other than ice chips. At this, she basically had a tantrum and Quinn wouldn't have been surprised if she'd thrown the ice chips on the floor in anger like a toddler. The doctor returned, instantly met by her angry gaze.
"I'm just hear the check how far along you are," she explained, proceeding to do so. It was hard for Rachel not to say anything, feeling that she needed to vent her annoyance in some way, but felt that it wasn't fair on this unsuspecting woman and held her tongue .The doctor was only trying to do her job. She straightened up and looked to Rachel, "still seven centimetres. I'll be back in about twenty minutes to check on you again. Try and stay as comfortable as possible."
"That's easy for you to say," she muttered, shifting in the bed. It was extremely warm under the covers and she had another ice chip to cool her down. Doctor Newman just smiled and walked out again, Rachel giving a loud frustrated groan as soon as she left, "when will this be over?"
Quinn laughed, "stop being dramatic. Save your energy."
"It hurts so much," she complained, taking deep breathes. Quinn brushed the loose strange of hair out of her face, "I know. Just try and concentrate on something else."
"Like what?" she questioned, sounding a little annoyed. How could she possibly think of another thing at a time like this?
She faltered, trying to think of some that Rachel would like, "well, you could… sing?"
"Quinn," she began, her usual know-it-all tone gone, replaced with soft words, "as talented as I am, I doubt that I can sing whilst in labour. My breathing is too irregular to actually sound good and I will not sing badly in front of people." Quinn laughed at her awkwardness, having guessed that she would have said something like that. Even in labour she was full of herself and she wouldn't have it any other way. Finn had gradually arrived to sit next to her too, seemingly less worried than before, but there were still hints of doubt in his face. He was going to be a father. His months of preparation hadn't seemed to work and his whole exterior was oozing panic. He felt Rachel grasp hold of his hand and squeezed it so tightly that he almost cried out. Almost. Her eyes scrunched closed and he noticed that her other hand was close to breaking Quinn's too, glad that he wasn't the only one having to go through it. Quinn's hand, the one that wasn't being crushed, moved to Rachel's forehead which was extremely hot, "Rachel, you're boiling."
She spoke breathlessly, "I'm out of ice chips."
Smiling, Quinn stood up, "I'll go and get you some." She thought that maybe they'd want a little more alone time and she partially needed a break and some fresh air. The room was almost as warm as Rachel. She should get a doctor to turn the heating down whilst she's gone. As Quinn closed the door, Finn moved slightly closer to Rachel who was staring up at him with wide frightened eyes and he was glad that she was no longer holding onto him with her death grip.
"Finn," she said quietly, very quietly and he paid his full attention to her, "I'm really scared."
He felt himself pulling her closer, rubbing her back soothingly in a hope to calm her down. He found that he was better with actions rather than words. Like Quinn had said, she was incredibly warm. Her arms loosely hung around his neck as he face burrowed into his chest. The next contraction was obvious to him as her whole body seemed to tense up and he could feel her fingernails digging into his back as she let out a shattered breathe. "Have you phoned your parents yet?" she pulled away to look up at him. Finn realised that, with him being completely occupied on her, he hadn't even cast a thought to them.
"No," he said, earning a glare from her and he pulled out his phone, "I'm doing it now, okay?" When she picked up, on the second ring, he suddenly felt nervous about tell her, "hey mum."
It was pretty late a night, so he could hear the surprise in her voice, "Finn, is everything alright?"
A smile now crept onto his face and he could see Rachel watching him carefully, "actually, Rachel's having the baby mum."
"Right now?" she sounded very excited.
"Well, she's not ready to actually give birth now. She's not…not…what's the word Rach?" he turned to her and she smiled, "dilated."
He returned to talking in the phone, "yeah, she's not dilated yet. We've been here for seven hours."
"And you've only just phoned me now?" she asked incredulously, not giving him a chance to reply, "how's Rachel? Is she coping alright?"
Glancing at Rachel, he spoke, "she's good. Look mum, I've gotta go. I need to phone Rachel's dads."
"Oh, of course honey. We'll be there as soon as we can. Good luck baby. Love you."
"Love you too," he said, a little embarrassed to be speaking to his mum like a kid. Rachel just gave him a smile through her tired exterior and waited for him to go through the same process with her dads, although they were a lot more dramatic, demanding to speak to Rachel as she made her way through another contraction. He had a difficult time calming them down and they instantly booked the next flight to New York, still panicking. Finn knew exactly how they felt.
When he'd got off the phone to them, Rachel lay back in the bed, giving out a long sigh. Quinn returned, with Puck and Kurt in tow, Puck telling them the story of how he'd practically bumped into Kurt as he ran to get their things. Finn practically wolfed down his two burgers, much to Rachel's annoyance. The food was making her very hungry and she was less than impressed with her second cup of ice chips. Kurt wasn't helping either, deciding that she looked awful and began trying to fix her hair until she smacked his hand away, saying: "I don't care what my appearance is like. I've been in pain for the best part of seven hours now and I couldn't care less about my hair." He looked a bit taken back at first and didn't dare try and do it again, but he forgave her as she was in labour. The doctor came in once more, and yet again Rachel was disappointed to hear that there was no change.
- glee -
Now ten hours into labour and Rachel wasn't exactly the best company. Kurt had phoned most of their friends and by now Tina, Artie, Matt, Santana and Brittany were here. It would be an understatement to say that the room was crowded. As there were a lack of seat, Brittany and Santana stood up, staying closer to Rachel than the guys as she would just resort to shouting at them. Finn, apparently the bravest, staying sat on her bed and attempted to help her.
"I just want him out of me!" she cried, throwing her head back in frustration. Her forehead was plastered with sweat and some of her hair stuck to it, but nobody dared tell her that. Finn gently rubbed his thumb across her hand and kept repeating, "it'll all be over soon."
She sent him a glare and he immediately thought of the phrase if looks could kill. She opened her mouth to say something, but the door opened and her head shot over to it, "daddy!"
He came and pulled her into a hug, her dad closely behind him. They both appeared flustered and Finn wondered whether they'd been running up the stairs and he then thought when his own mum would get there. He moved away from the bed as they began talking to her, frantically asking questions and he went to stand next to Puck, who was looking very tired. Well, it was almost three in the morning.
"Where's Laura?" he asked, only know noticing the absence of Puck's daughter.
He yawned, "Quinn took her to the babysitter before she came here." He glanced towards Rachel, "how long does it take to have a baby?"
"It's been hours," he rubbed his eyes, but he couldn't help thinking that, if he was this tired, then how tired was Rachel? The next person to walk into the door was Mike, Mercedes following in after him. She glanced around the room, commenting, "it's getting a little crowded in here."
"I'll say," grumbled Rachel and then her face was suddenly etched with pain. Everyone who had held her hand during a contraction felt sympathetic towards her fathers, who had the same look of pain on their face. She glared at Finn, "we're never having any more children. Ever! So you can keep it in your pants from now on." A few people sniggered at the look on Finn's face, whilst Puck pushed him playfully.
"Alright Rachel," the doctor stepped into the room, slightly overwhelmed by the large mass of people now inside, "ready to check again?" She didn't even reply, but kept her intense stare on the woman. Everyone looked to the woman expectantly and finally she smiled, "well, it looked like you're fully dilated. Let's prep you for delivery. You're about to become a mum." Rachel's face was a mix of happiness, shock and complete fear. No words came out of her mouth. The doctor glanced around the room once more, "okay, there's too many people in here. The most I can have is four. Everyone else needs to go to the waiting room."
The people who stayed with Rachel were Finn, her dads and Quinn. Quinn because she's been through this twice before and she needed someone with experience. Her dads because she realised that they'd want to witness the birth of their first grandchild and Finn because, well he wasn't going to be much use but he was the dad. It's only fair. Everyone else wished her good luck as they trailed out of the door one by one, Kurt still talking about her appearance. And soon the doctor was joined by a nurse, whilst the other four changed into scrubs at probably lightening speed, quickly re-entering the room. Her dads stood on one side of the bed whilst Quinn and Finn were on the other, all talking at the same time. Well, all except for Finn. He looked like someone had poured a bucket of freezing cold water over him.
There was only shock on his face, "this is it. We're actually gonna have a baby…"
She gave him a glare, "yes Finn. But you're not going to be the one pushing it out of yourself." It sounded very harsh, but she needed something to vent the pain that she was feeling at that moment. She breathed deeply, trying to prepare herself. As Finn had so obviously pointed out, this was it. She was about to give birth. Though she was unsure how she was going to do this, as she wasn't exactly the strongest person, but somehow she'd have to manage. The doctor was in position and looked towards her, "are you ready Rachel?"
Her eyes locked onto Finn's and she felt her nod, never moving away from his gaze, "yes."
They were having a baby.
- glee -
"Push!" almost everyone in the room chorused for the third time. As always, she put her everything into it , eyes closed tightly, teeth clenched together and her fingers were squeezing whatever they could get hold of. She screamed. Probably the loudest she'd ever screamed in her entire life and she was sure that everyone in the hospital could hear it. And it was all worth it when she heard the crying of the baby. Her baby. When her eyes finally opened, and the pain was gone, she saw her fathers on the verge of tears, bringing her in for tight hugs and Quinn was grinning madly at her, squeezing her hand as she did. One final glance at Finn and he looked happy, though still surprised. He said three words:"I'm a dad," and that was when he fainted.
Her mouth flew open and she screamed, "Finn!" Quinn was laughing, whilst trying to wake him up at the same time, but Rachel's attention was taken away by the small tiny baby in the doctor's arms. She smiled up at Rachel and slowly passed him over. The feeling of happiness overwhelmed her as she cradled him. He was perfect. There were tiny little dark hairs on his head and he had Finn's face, but her eyes. Definitely her eyes. Her grin was plastered to her face and she felt like crying. Wait, she was crying. And her dads were crying. And Quinn was crying. A nurse was tending to Finn and had managed to drag him to a chair. The doctor cut the umbilical cord before smiling at her. "Congratulations," she glanced to Finn with a smirk, "and I'm sure your husband will be fine." Rachel nodded and thanked her whilst she finally turned back to her son. She was told that they'd have to clean him up, but gave her a few minutes first.
"I'm so proud of you Rachel," Hiram told her, pressing a kiss to her forehead, and then gazing down at his grandson, "he's beautiful." He was holding Leroy's hand and they were both smiling like crazy. Quinn placed her arm around her friend, not being able to say anything at all. She wiped her arms, squeezing Rachel's shoulder supportively and smiled when their eyes met. The doctor proceeded to clean him up and weigh him, writing everything down as she did.
"How do you feel?" Leroy asked.
Rachel shook her head, "I'm not sure. Sort of like I'm in a cloud of happiness."
She hear Quinn laugh, calling her weird, but pulling her into a hug, "well done Rach."
"Eurghh. What happened?" they all looked at Finn, who was groggily staring around the room. He managed to stand up, and Quinn went over to help him back to the bed. She couldn't keep herself fro giggling at his dopey expression.
"Are you alright? You fainted," Rachel explained. He rubbed the back of his head, "I'm fine. W-where is he?"
"Being weighed," she pointed to the bottom of the room where the baby was now put on the scales and finally placed in a blue blanket. Finn, despite the fact that her fathers were there, leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, holding her chin delicately. From behind him, the doctor cleared her throat, "glad to see you awake…would you like to hold your son?" This was the bit that he'd been the most frightened of. He didn't want to hurt the baby being as big as he was but, as it was placed in his arms, all his doubts disappeared and he was smiling.
He looked up to Rachel, who was staring at the pair lovingly, "I love you so much, and him." Sitting on the bed, the pair both stared at the child. the one which they'd created together. Quinn held him after that, after much arguing from Finn who didn't seem to want to let him go and then Rachel's father's got their turn.
"Hello?" they all looked to the door at the same time, seeing everyone there again and Finn saw his mum and Burt, going over to hug them, though Carole's eyes remained solely on the small baby in Hiram's arms. He could tell that she was crying already and felt himself roll his eyes. It was just so typically her. Rachel as adamant that Carole held him next, followed by Burt. The room was almost silent, but no one minded. Sometimes no words need to be said.
"What's he called?" Brittany asked.
Finn and Rachel looked at each other. They'd had many conversations about what they could call their son, deciding on this one name only a few days ago.
"He'd called Sean Christopher Hudson," Rachel smiled proudly, "Sean after one of Finn and I's really good frie-"
"You should have named him after me!" Kurt pouted, making everyone laugh.
Puck scoffed, "if he was gonna be named after any of us in here, it would be me, right guys?" he turned to Finn and Rachel. They gave him that look. Finn carried on, "so, he's named out our friend Sean and Christopher is after my dad."
At the mention of this, Carole smiled at him, and he felt Rachel squeeze his hand as a form of comfort. The baby had gotten around to Tina now and, like most of the people in the room had, she began talking in 'baby speak' to him.
"I like it," Quinn smiled to her.
"Of course you do. I picked it," Rachel grinned and everyone in the room rolled their eyes at that. Now even hours of labour had apparently made her too tired to live in self glory. She yawned, looking at the time, "four in the morning? I really want to go to sleep."
Sean had now been passed to Noah, who smirked, "looks like he's tired know, I think you should give him a Mohawk, in memory of me…"
"You're not dead, so how can it be in memory of you?" Rachel frowned and he opened his mouth to speak, but then realised that he couldn't think of a comeback. Quinn laughed. Finn kissed Rachel once more, feeling more in love with her than ever. She smiled sleepily at him and he said softly, "get some sleep Rachel. We'll be quiet for you."
She frowned, "but I'm an extremely light sleeper…"
He hushed her and she tried to go to sleep, finding that it was easier than she thought. As the whole room spoke, she didn't even stir once. Sean was placed in Finn's arms once more and he looked from his son to his wife. His family. Thinking about it, everyone in the room was his family. Blood relatives or not. But he loved Rachel and Sean the most, his mum an very, very close second.
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