A/N: Hey lovelies! How are you today? Sorry I didn't update Saturday, I was sleeping because… I WENT TO THE MIDNIGHT PREMIER OF THE AVENGERS! Ahh, it was SO amazing! Chris Hemsworth and Chris Evans are beyoooond hot. Like, omg. I went with Brent, Amanda, and Tony. If you go to my profile, it mentions them. was this five year old behind me (we were the first ones in line) and he had Hulk fists on, it was so cute. Here's a little tip for you: If you ever go to a midnight showing for a movie that you know will be packed, go two to three hours early. You'll thank me later. LLN. Laugh Like Niall, : )

xOxalexis8, she wasn't supposed to sound mean. She had this tone of voice in my head that was kind of pleading and implying. Not mean. But you might of read it that way, so… how ever you take it. LLN.

Here's the new chapter, hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

"'Cause baby you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you… ugh blahblah overwhelmed!" Finn sang into the shower hose. He blinked wildly, trying to get the strawberry smelling shampoo out of his eye. He only hopes that his son won't get in his eyes when the kid takes a shower. That's a pain, Finn will cry if he sees his son in.

Thankfully, nobody was home to hear Finn's atrocious singing. Granted, he was the lead in glee club, he still sucks. He's definitely no Puck when it came to singing, Artie when it comes to rapping, or Mike when dancing. And Finn is definitely no Sam… that dude has a wicked body. Sometimes he wonders why Rachel fell in love with him.

Sure he was really sweet, a quarterback, and popular in high school… maybe it was a loser likes jock type scenario. Rachel's not a loser though; she's a winner in Finn's heart. Gosh dang, Finn! he yelled at his mind. You're such a sap.

Finn thinking of what a sap he is brings him to another thing on his mind, the baby. Sure he's said some really random things about the kid, like the shampoo in his eyes thing… but he's never had a real conversation about the future with the kid. Christopher was to be his name, after Finn's dead father.

He wants his son to have a dad, and Finn's going to do everything in his power to be that dad. If Chris wants to join soccer –Finn shudders at the thought- he will support his son. His son has an F in school? Finn will get him a tutor. Chris likes boys? Finn will send him to Kurt and Blaine.

See, he was going to be the perfect father, always knowing what to do. And hey, if Finn doesn't know what to do, he's still has the coolness factor. That is a complete different level of father.

Finn realized that he was wasting a lot of water standing in the shower, thinking. So he quickly turned the steaming water off and walked out of the curtain. It was all silver and sparkly… that's the only bad thing about living with two divas. They had complete word in everything.

Back from his thoughts, he wrapped a pink towel around his waste and stepped out of the bathroom. His and Rachel's room was right there, all square shaped. Finn thought it was boring, and Rachel thought it was NYC-chic. 'Cause in New York City, tiny square apartment rooms are the thing, you know?

Peeking out of the door just a little, Finn found no one. Not even a tiny little crumb. He was home alone, for good. Normally, when Kurt and Rachel say they'd be gone, they come back five minutes later, complaining of rude people. Maybe they're shopping?

Finn sauntered back into the bathroom, almost bigger than the room. He ripped off the towel, and picked up a pair of boxers. He hummed with his eyes closed as he pulled them up; when he opened the doe brown eyes something in the corner of the bathroom caught his eye.

"Holy shi—" he cussed. "Rat! Rat! Rat!" Finn started throwing random objects at it, trying for it to go away. "Go… shoo. Please," he pleaded. Finn Christopher Hudson was scared of one thing… rats.

"Somebody, help me!"

What seemed like an eternity of waiting for the rat to go back into the hole, which it did, Finn climbed down from the counter, taking long times to put each leg down. "I hate rats. I hate rats. I hate rats." He chanted over and over.

Once his feet were planted firmly on the ground, Finn started tiptoeing, which then ended in a sprint. He dashed down the hallway, and into the kitchen. "Rachel, please pick up!" He dialed Rachel' number.
"Hello, Finn." Rachel's voice flooded his ears.

"Rachel where are you?"

"Opening the apartment door."

"Okay, good!

Rachel sighed, and hung up. When Finn saw her sweat filled face, he smiled like a doofus. "Thank goodness you're home!"

"I know that you missed me, Finn. I missed you too." She said, pulling him in for a kiss.
"In a minute," Finn told her. "There's a rat that I need you to kill."

"Is that it?" Rachel questioned. Finn nodded. He heard a snap, and then Rachel popped her head out from the floor. "Finn that was not rat… that was a mouse!"

Rachel held out a tiny black object in her hand. Sure enough, it was a mouse. Finn examined it, before realizing how cute it was. He said 'Awe," not noticing he said it out loud. His face turned into a tomato, and he frowned. Finn looked up at her with wet eyes,
"Can we keep him?"

A/N: Short, simple, and sweet. I had to write this before dinner, 'cause I didn't want to do it after. LLN.

Here's a little rant: Saturday night was my soon-to-be-step-father's birthday. Chris (that's him) wanted to go to this fancy Italian restaurant at the town center a little away. I had bought these black heels from Forever 21 for the night, and they broke! Right there in the middle of the restaurant, returning from the restroom. I was so embarrassed because I made the most unattractive noise as my leg slumped from the lost height. Erggh. Don't buy heels from Forever 21.

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