Chapter Twenty-Five

Puck POV

"Rachel Berry Hudson!" I scold, "You are not going to this game!"

Rachel stomps her foot and grabs her very pregnant belly, "Puck, please, it's the playoffs."

I growl, "It's the playoffs, Rach. Not the fucking SuperBowl." I yell back at her and her eyebrow is up in the air, "Rachel, you're nine months pregnant. I am not going to be delivering a baby in the wives suite."

Rachel glares at me and turns around in a huff, "I'm all heeled, Noah." She says in spite of me, "And I want to see my husband kick some Patriots ass." She yells from the back room.

"There is a perfectly good 62 inch big ass screen TV right here." I tell her loudly and Quinn walks in with Chris in hand and rolls her eyes.

"Puck, why don't we all just stay here?" She asks.

"BECAUSE IT'S THE PLAYOFFS" Rachel yells from the hallway.

It has been three months since the scare with Rachel in the Hamptons and Finn is very protective over her, he specifically requested that she stay home, but it's becoming quite the hassle, "Where in the f-u-c-k is Blaine and Kurt?"

"They were f-u-c-k-ing." Quinn retorts, "They'll be down soon. Kurt just has to do his hair."

"Rachel." I shout in a short voice, "Get in here."

She walks back in and she has changed into sweat pants and Finn's green Jets jersey with a pout on her face, "You win!"

"Do you want to stay with Mama, Chris?" Quinn asks.

Chris shakes his head, "I wanna see Cawta."

Rachel nods, "Yes, go see your best friend. Leave Mama here to rot." Rachel says in a dull tone and throws herself on the couch. I roll my eyes at my stubborn friend and Kurt and Blaine walk in, Kurt looking pristine and Blaine looking like he just got back from an intense workout.

"Are you ready for some football?" Blaine asks Rachel and she won't respond, "Oh come on, Rachel. We'll have fun."

"Plus, at home you get to see every angle, which means plenty of ass shots of your yummy husband." Kurt adds.

Blaine looks like he might throw up, "Don't say 'yummy' in reference to your brother."

"Don't say 'yummy' ever." Quinn adds.

Kurt laughs, "I am trying to speak Rachel-Berry here, guys. Give me some credit."

Rachel shakes her head, "No, I pretty much agree with Quinn." She says making herself comfortable on the couch and putting her feet on Blaine's lap, "Yummy is not a kosher term." She wiggles her feet at Blaine. "What's a woman gotta do for a foot rub?"

Blaine laughs and starts to rub her feet, "It's on the house this time."

"Okay, all, we are OUT!" I yell and Chris claps and Quinn grins with excitement.

Blaine POV

"Come on, Rach." I plead, "Stop being such a baby. It's for your own good."

"I just want to be there." She continues to pout as she has been since the moment Puck and Quinn left.

Kurt brings a bowl of popcorn and hands it to her, "We can't always get what we want, diva."

The game starts and we watch as Finn passes perfectly, not getting sacked once. After making their first touchdown, the kicker misses leaving the score Jets 6 – Patriots 7.

Tom Brady is kicking Finn's ass in yards and passes but he's getting knocked down a lot more then Finn is. The Jets Defense is killing it.

At halftime Rachel holds onto her phone for dear life hoping Finn would text her, but to our dismay, no such luck.

Kurt paints Rachel's toes for the second half and she begins to fall asleep, just when I think we're out of the woods with the Rachel Berry Hudson pity party her eyes shoot open at the announcers saying Finn's name, "Number 5, Finn Hudson is down. His wrist doesn't appear to be broken, but he's limping back to the side-lines."

"Finn!" Rachel shrieks and jumps up to the TV and Kurt gasps.

"I am going to have to redo at least four toes." Kurt spits out and I smack his arm.

"Finn!" She says again before looking back at me, "What happened?"

"He just got hit, Rach. He landed weird. It was nothing." I say, trying to comfort her. It really was nothing, he just landed on his wrist. Two people his him so he probably twisted his ankle, "He was walking, they wouldn't let him walk if he wasn't okay."

"Correction!" Rachel states bitterly, "He was limping."

Finn POV

"What hurts?" The medic asks me on the side line as I watch my back-up run in to take my place.

"It's just my ankle, it'll be fine. Just ice it or something." I know I'm acting irritated, it's not the medics fault that my linebackers didn't have my back on that play. "Will someone contact my wife. I know she's freaking out." I yell and the water boy that I have grown quite accustomed to pulls out his phone.

"What's her number?"

I give it to him and he calls Rachel, "Hi, Mrs. Hudson?"

"…No, Finn is fine. He just strained his ankle, twisted it or something."

"…Okay, but no seriously. He's okay."

"Because, he's not allowed to use the phone on the side lines… no I am serious. He is fine."

"I'm fine, Rach!" I yell and I see John the waterboy's face turn pale.

"I'll tell him. Okay. I'll tell him. Okay. Okay. Okay… bye."

"What was that about?"

"She said words that I didn't know women were allowed to use." John says in his southern accent, innocent and sweet, "The edited version is to get home soon, no interviews."

"It's my job, I have to do those."

"Don't' kill the messenger." He puts his hands up and walks out of my line of sight.

I cringed in frustration but knew where my very pregnant wife was coming from. Damn this job. Damn it!

Kurt POV

"She's finally asleep." I told Finn who limped in the living room, "She's pissed you didn't come straight home thought, and she fell asleep in hysterics."

Finn shrugged, "It's my job, Kurt." He said simply, "Help her to bed with me, would you? I would do it myself, but this damn ankle." He groaned and I nodded. After getting her in bed Finn checked on Chris and Blaine and I made our way to the elevator, "Thank you." We hear him call and we both nod in understanding.

"Rachel is…" Blaine started.

"A piece of work?" I add, "A handful? Insane?" I tease and Blaine takes me in his arms.

"One of these days, we're going to have a baby." He says as if it's a no-brainer.

I scoff, "How do you suppose that, Mr. Anderson?"

"Well, after we're married we'll look for surrogates."

"Married huh?" I ask with a grin and roll my eyes.

Blaine nodded, "You don't want me marry me?" She tilts his head in confusion.

"Of course I do."

"So that's a yes?" Blaine asks, wide eyed.

The elevator door opens and I see flower petals and candles in our apartment and I look at Blaine with tears in my eyes and he gets down on one knee, "Kurt Hummel, I am asking you to make me the happiest man in New York City. Will you marry me?"

I gasp and fall on both of my knees, "You're insane." I kiss his forehead, "You're insane to marry me!" I kiss his cheek, "But of course I will." I fall into his arms and laugh, and cry and Blaine rocks me back and forth, neither of us letting the grin leave our face. "I love you, Blaine Warbler."

"I think I might have to legally change it to Warbler now." He says softly into my ear.

Rachel POV

"Baby girl," Finn says softly and I open my eyes to Finn's face so close to mine it initially scares me, then I giggle and kiss his lips, "Hi." He says sweetly and I grin up at him.

"Hi." I whisper back, "I'm still mad at you, but I'm happy you're home."

"I know you are, baby." Finn nods and makes his way in bed to cuddle with me, "But, I was thinking, maybe we should have this be my last contract."

"What do you mean?" I yawn.

Finn clears his throat, "Maybe three years is more than enough time to play professional football." Finn kisses my neck softly, "I think we need to work on you. I think after this contract is up, I won't resign another. By that time, our baby girl will be two and you can start auditioning for plays and I'll get into either being a sports agent or reporter."

"Why would you give it up, Finn?"

"I don't love football like you love performing, Rach." He explains softly, "I love you and Chris and want you to have a comfortable lifestyle, but… not at the expense of your career. Or you comfort."

"My comfort?"

"You obviously stress out every time I'm on the field, you're terrified I'm going to get hit too hard." He says running his fingers through my hair, "And that fear scares me. I don't want you to live your life afraid."

I turn in his arms and kiss his lips, "I love you."

"I love you too." He nods, "And it's time I let you be the star again."

"Yeah?" I ask with a shrug and bite my lip.

"Hell yeah!" Finn agrees and brings his lips to mine, "You need to light up this city with your voice. Hell, you'll light up the world."

"Damn right I will." I grin and throw my arms around his neck, "I am so in love with you."

"Prove it!" He grins he seductive grin and I do prove it to him, a couple of times.