Hey everyone! Thank you so much for all of your reviews! They mean the world :D Thank you! Do tell me if there are any scenes you want me to write for you!

Enjoy! :D xxxxx

Sluggishly, Finn pulled up on the Hummel-Hudson drive and killed the engine. He looked up at the empty house, scratching his head. It looked odd without Burt's car parked outside-the thing was still parked resolutely in the hospital parking lot, where it had been for the last two weeks since Kurt went into hospital.

Goodness, for his brother's sake, he hoped they were out of there soon. Finn couldn't imagine being on strict bed rest for two whole weeks. Kurt had been getting more and more restless by the day. Only today had they even allowed Blaine and his father to take him in a wheelchair around the hospital, just for a change of scenery. Finn had joked that he and Artie should do a collaborative number, but he'd only earned himself scary evils from Kurt.

He sort of felt Kurt's pain. In his opinion, lying back surrounded by pretty nurses fawning over you all the time was pretty much heaven. But Kurt was bored and restless, begrudgingly sitting it out for the baby's sake. He hated not being busy, despite Blaine's best efforts to keep him occupied.

Well, all things looking the way they were, he'd be out of there in about two or three days-finally, and able to come home-under strict instructions that on no account was he to go back to school. No, for the last few months of his pregnancy, he was to be wrapped fully in cotton wool, to go straight to hospital if he felt at all out of the ordinary, and to wait it out without anything strenuous, or any huge emotional upheaval that could affect him and the baby.

God. Finn pitied his brother. He couldn't stand to be like that, someone always looking over your shoulder, telling you what you can and can't do, holding your hand-literally in Blaine's case. But Kurt didn't mind Blaine holding his hand. He took all of this on without (much) complaint, grimly gritting his teeth and getting on with it as best he could.

As the pregnancy progressed, Finn could tell Kurt, with all the changes in his body to accommodate a rapidly growing baby, was starting to show signs of breathlessness, despite hardly moving for two weeks. His breathing could be slightly short at times as his lungs began to be impacted by the strain. But, according to the nurses, this was pretty normal, happened to lots of people, nothing to get worried about. Anyway-Kurt just said the fact that she was growing so fast had to be a good thing, right? Kurt's focus was always on his baby, however things affected him.

Getting out of the car, Finn scratched his head. In a week's time, Kurt would be seven months gone, leaving only two to go. Goodness, that was scary. It really wasn't long before there'd be an addition to the family…

Suddenly-Finn's head snapped up.

He looked at the curtain in the living room window.

He stared hard.

Had it just…twitched?

But the house was empty. Carole and Burt were at the hospital-and of course Blaine was too. The house was deserted-no one had been in since Finn left this morning...

At least-no one should have been in.

But the curtain had definitely twitched.

Burglars, was Finn's first thought.

A small wave of panic shot though him, as he stared at the house, wondering what the hell to do.

Even though there was no way whoever it was could have known-it seemed horrible to Finn that someone would rob someone's house while the residents were in hospital.

But there was no time to think about that now. Finn would have to investigate.

Taking a deep breath, before he could stop himself, or think too much-Finn walked rapidly towards the door, pulled out his key and twisted the lock open. With a thud in the silent house, he stepped into the hall, looking around wildly.

"Who's there!" he called out, trying to sound braver than he felt. "I'll call the cops!"

"Oh my God!"

Suddenly-a voice. A female voice. A familiar voice…

"Finn!"

To Finn's shock-Rachel Berry suddenly stepped out of the living room, dressed in a red dress, hair tied back and star necklace in place. She held her chest, gaping at him.

"You gave us the shock of our lives!"

Finn's eyes widened-who gave who what? But quickly, he composed himself- "Urm-what the hell are you doing here-and who else is here?" he asked, hearing a burst of sound from inside the living room.

"Everyone," Rachel said. "Your mom let us in earlier-she knows we're here," Finn blinked in shock. "What?"

"Oh, don't worry, Mr Hummel knows we're here too," she explained, as if that settled everything.

Finn frowned, still confused. "So everyone knew my girlfriend and show choir were here in the empty house-except me?"

"Oh no, Kurt and Blaine don't know either," Suddenly-she grinned excitedly. "Come on, I'll explain!" Without further ado, she grabbed his hand, and pulled the bemused and rather scared Finn through the door, closing it behind them.


Hey Blaine, I'm driving down now:') Cooper

Dude! You really don't have to come as often as you do, sweet as it is. It's such a long drive Bxxx

I do-gotta make sure my little bro and my little niece are okay :') Also, I was gonna hit some clubs when I get here, then crash at the parent's house. Wanna come? I'll get there around ten pm-I'll pick you up from hospital? Cooper

Sorry man-I have to stay with Kurt Bxxx

Oh :'( Well, I suppose that's gotta come first. Didn't really want my kid brother tagging along anyway :P See ya tomorrow! Love ya, squirt! Cooper


Cooper swaggered into the dark, misty club, checking the scene. He'd got past the security guard with ease-just a confident smile, and he was in. And now-here he was. Hmm…This had been one of his favourite haunts as a teenager, but now-it seemed a little small compared to the ones he was used to back up north. The brightly coloured lights flashing around, the music blaring out, the bar, the crowd of dancing young night-club goers-everything seemed a little small-not quite clubby enough.

Oh well. He was here now. Might as well enjoy what's here. He straightened the collar of his shirt, and confidently mixed himself in with the crowd of bopping, jumping twenty-to-thirty-year-olds, all dressed up to the nines and having a laugh with mates. Expertly, he joined in the dancing, subtly showing off his favourite moves-and in no time, two women were dancing with him.

Cooper grinned to himself. It wasn't that he was over-confident…but he never had any trouble with getting female attention. He'd been all set to teach Blaine the tricks of his trade-then he sort of turned out gay and stuff. Trust me-Cooper was not about to start telling his little brother what men really liked.

The Lima nightlife had certainly gone downhill since he'd lived here. But oh well. Best have a fun night anyway-you only live once.

About an hour and two beers later, Cooper fond himself dancing with a particularly, ahem, energetic, woman with long, curly dark brown hair and fake tan all over her. Her big teeth looked oddly bright against her rather orange skin…Looking closely at her, her face almost looked sticky with foundation, eyelashes like spiders' legs…this was one sort of woman he did not care for. He had a feeling that if he scrubbed it all off, she'd be around forty.

Making a vague gesture with his hand, hoping it wouldn't look like he was offering to buy her a drink, Cooper began to groove awkwardly over to the bar, trying to loose her in the crowd. Eventually, he managed to shake her off, sitting heavily down on one of the red plastic high bar stools and grinning lop-sidedly at the bored-looking staff.

"A beer, please," he asked politely. As if it was a big effort, the man stooped down to get it from under the bar.

Cooper leaned up on his elbows, looking around. Beside him was a group of men, several giggling groups of women of varying degrees of drunk. He was still pretty sober-he guessed he was pretty used to alcohol, and it took a lot to get him utterly shitfaced. Hell, it had been a long time since he'd woken up face-down in someone's flowerbed…God, he was getting old…

However-someone caught his eye.

It was a young woman. She was not particularly distinctive-he only picked her out because she was the only one sat alone. His brow furrowed slightly as he looked across the bar at this lonely young girl. She couldn't have been more than about nineteen…but as she stared somewhere above the bar…her eyes somehow looked old. As if they'd been through a lot. Actually-there was a full glass of vodka gripped tightly in her hand, which she was swigging from as if it was water. This person had been through a lot. And, evidently-she was here to drink it off.

He continued to watch her, hoping she wouldn't catch him staring. She was very pretty, with light ginger hair-strawberry blonde, Blaine called this kind of thing?-and a smattering of freckles. Her eyes were outlined in black, and she wore a simple cream-coloured dress with black suede heels. She looked gorgeous…Cooper wondered why she was alone.

She had the strange, shrunken look of a fairly rounded person who had lost a lot of weight in a short time. Her unfocused eyes stared upwards, as if she was seeing something no one else could…She wasn't crying…but looked as if she might. Hunched over, she took another gulp of vodka, grimacing slightly as it burned her throat…

Cooper stared.

Before he could stop himself-he'd slid up to her.

"Come here often?" he asked politely, in his most charming voice.

The girl jumped-apparently, she'd been miles away. But she blinked quickly, and turned to Cooper, giving him a small, polite smile. "Quite. Do you?"

"No, not really," He stretched, looking her up and down again. She was…very pretty. He didn't usually go for gingers-but there was something…different about her. Although probably a little younger-she seemed mature. Older than her years. Her eyes looked as if they'd seen all the world…

"I'm just in town to visit my little brother,"

She smiled again, obviously expecting a four-year-old. "Awwh, that's nice. How old is he?" She seemed happy to have someone to talk to, so he continued.

"Ten-oh wait, I mean-seventeen," "Just a few years out, then," she grinned. She looked so much better when she smiled…it lit up the room…

"Yeah-funny how you forget," he grinned back. Hang on-why was he doing his stupid grin? His face had done it without his permission-quickly, he controlled it back to his usual charm as he looked at her. God, she had nice eyes… "But that's not the big question,"

The girl frowned a little, amused. "Okay…what's the big question?"

He leaned up on one elbow, raising an eyebrow. "The question is-what's a woman like you doing sitting all alone on a night like this?"

The girl blinked, surprised-then blushed, giggling a little. "Well…you know,"

"I don't," He gestured around the club. "I tell you something-all the fellas here must be blind,"

God, why was he going all these stupid chat-up lines? She giggled again, luckily. "Well…I guess…I'm not exactly screaming Come and get me!"

"I came," he shrugged. "You don't need to scream. Not like some," He gestured at the fake-tanned woman of before in her short dress, dancing wildly with a guy half her age.

The girl giggled, a little guiltily. "Oh dear…well, as long as she's having fun!"

"What's your name?" Cooper asked, remembering that he'd forgotten to ask.

"Oh-Daisy," She put out a small, pale hand.

Daisy. Of course it was going to be something pretty…

"Erm…" Daisy looked awkward-when Cooper remembered she still had her hand out. And he was just staring at it like an idiot. Shit.

"Great to meet you!" he said, quickly taking it and shaking it. It felt soft and cool. God-why was he being like this? All fumbley and weird? "I'm-I'm Cooper. Cooper Anderson,"

"Nice to meet you," Daisy smiled warmly at him. She had such a nice smile…but her eyes were still sad…somewhere, deep down…

"Here," The bar staff member suddenly thrust a beer at Cooper-who jumped. He'd forgotten he'd ordered one at all.

"Oh-thanks," Quickly, he groped in his pocket for cash, and paid. "Oh-and-whatever this lady's having too," he added.

Daisy looked surprised. "You don't have to-"

"Same again?" he asked her, ignoring the protest. She nodded, shyly.

"Thanks,"

"No problem,"

As the barman turned away-Daisy looked back at him. "Funny. No one's ever called me a lady…" she said-a little wistfully.

"Maybe it's time they did," Cooper smiled at her-more kindly now. Suddenly-his phone buzzed in his pocket. Fumbling slightly, he eased it out. "Sorry," he apologised to his companion.

"Oh, it's fine," Daisy drained her drink, staring back up at the ceiling.

One new message from: Squirt

Hey man-here's your picture :') Isn't she just...well. You know :') Here she is. Bxxx

A photo was attached to it. Smiling broadly, Cooper opened the picture-and grinned as the latest scan photo filled the screen. There she was, curled up in blurry black and white. His heart warmed.

"Hey-look, that's my little niece there! Well-still in the making," He showed the phone to Daisy proudly. "Cute, ain't she?"

"Oh!"

Suddenly…for some reason…Daisy looked…odd.

But then-she forced the polite smile quickly back, as if nothing had happened. "Awwh," she said, looking at it. "Beautiful,"

There was something in the way she said it…but Cooper didn't press the matter.

"Yep, poor kid's got me for an uncle!" he grinned, putting the phone away. "Anyway…let's get back to the important business, huh?" He leaned across the bar to her, smiling warmly. "Tell me about yourself, Miss Daisy…"