OK THIS IS JUST FANTASTIC. In this chapter, Rachel tells Finn about the baby and we get to see his awesome reaction. But everything Finn does it awesome, so that doesn't mean it's good or bad… guess you'll just have to read to find out! MWAHAHAHAHA! Anyway, read, review, let us know what you're thinking.
The rest of the night was awful. I couldn't sleep, and I researched pregnancy symptoms, which just made me feel dumb. How could I not realize that I was pregnant? I knew enough, I was smart, and I was late. To top it all off, I hadn't figured out how to tell Finn yet. I was just a mess, and I didn't know what in the world to do.
Promptly at seven thirty in the morning, four hours after I found out I was pregnant, I rolled out of bed, starving. It was another insane pregnancy craving-bacon. Not only is bacon not Kosher, it's not even close to being vegetarian, which is what I wanted to adapt my diet to during my pregnancy. But I knew, whatever the baby wanted, it was what the baby was going to get.
The other problem with me cooking bacon was that it was going to wake Finn up. It was like a gag reflex. When someone makes bacon, the smell invades Finn's subconscious and he wakes up so that he can eat it. When Finn realizes I cooked the bacon for myself, and not for him, (and he will realize, people may think he's not smart, but he got into Columbia for God's sake!) he will know something is up. And then I'll have to tell him I'm pregnant, which will just be awful. I have to make plans for these kinds of things. So there's only one thing to do.
"Kurt, I need your help." Obviously the answer was to call my best friend. I could leave Finn a note saying I went out to breakfast to talk to him about "lady things," which isn't technically a lie, have my bacon, and come back to Finn without him knowing I'm pregnant until I figure out a clever way to call him. In the note, I'll obviously tell Finn to call me when he reads the note, and I'll leave multiple copies around the house to make sure he notices them, but I need to get out.
"What's up, Rachel?"
"I need you to find me a place that serves vegan meals and regular food. I need bacon." I hurriedly spoke into the phone. I knew as soon as I said that, Kurt would bombard me with questions.
"What in the world? Rachel, you're a vegan!"
"I know, Kurt! Do you know anywhere we can go to talk?"
"Just come to my place. That will be convincing enough, right?" Kurt sounds confused, but I couldn't love him more right now.
"That's perfect. Thank you, Kurt. Look, I promise, I'll explain everything to you once I get there, but I can't do it here, not now. I love you, bye!" I hang up the phone, not waiting for Kurt to respond, write a note to Finn, and head out the door, ready to tell Kurt the biggest news he's going to hear all year.
When I reach the Hummel-Anderson/Anderson-Hummel residence, Kurt is waiting by the door for me.
"Alright, Diva, you have some splainin' to do." Kurt grabs my hand and leads me to the couch, but before he can make me sit down, I pull away from his grasp.
"Where's my bacon?" I demand, putting my hands on my hips, ignoring the incredulous look from Kurt, and the shocked gasp from the kitchen, where I assume Blaine is.
"It's almost done, Rachel. I'm working on it in here." Blaine calls out.
"Good." I huff, then sit down on the couch.
"Now what's your problem, Rachel?" Kurt looks at me inquisitively.
"Oh, God, Kurt, it's just too crazy to comprehend, I mean, I'm so happy, but I'm so confused, and I don't know how to tell Finn about it-"
"Wait. Rachel, are you cheating on my brother with Quinn Fabray?" Kurt stops me.
"No! One, Quinn is kind of psychotic, two, I think she's happy with Puckerman at the moment, three, I'm as straight as a line." I look at Kurt as his face turns red.
"Dammit, Rachel, I really thought that this was the time."
"Kurt, we've already reviewed this. No matter how hard you push for Faberry and Pinn, and no matter how disgusting both of those are, neither of them will ever happen." Blaine walks out of the kitchen with a plate of bacon in his hand.
"Oh, bacon! Thank you so much, Blaine, you're a lifesaver." I walk over to Blaine to get my plate, but when I do, I get a whiff of something that just sets me off, like the perfume did yesterday.
"I'm going to be sick." I say, then run into the bathroom. I barely make it before bile pours into the toilet.
"Sweet mother of Celine Dion." Kurt whispers when he reaches the bathroom.
"Rachel, does this have something to do with what Mercedes, you, and I talked about yesterday?" Blaine questions me.
I nod my head and Blaine goes to me on the floor to give me a hug.
"Wait, I'm confused. What is happening right now?" Kurt yells, and Blaine and I look up and I manage to come up with coherent sentence.
"Kurt, I-what I mean to say is-I'm pregnant." I stammer and and start bawling.
"Rachel, Rachel, Rachel," Blaine turns my face gently to look at him. "Everything's going to be fine, I promise. You're married to Finn, you guys are in love, and you aren't too young."
"But I don't know how to tell him!" I wailed. "I know how Quinn told him, and I don't want him to get suspicious, and this is monumental and-and-I haven't told him yet!" I may have been calming down before, but now I was as worked up as before.
"Now I really know why I call her Diva." I hear Kurt mutter, and I wail yet again. "Ok, Rachel, what is something that you and Finn have completely in common?" Kurt asks me.
"Our love for-for music, and, um, for each other?" I say through sniffles.
"Is that a question or an answer?" Kurt counters.
"An answer." I say, somewhat-confidently.
"Ok, why don't you sing a song to tell him?"
"You think I haven't thought of that? I have no idea what song to sing to him about our baby, my baby." I'm about to sob again when Blaine jumps up.
"Where's my cellphone? I think I've found the perfect song, and it's perfect, considering Finchel history, I just need to check the lyrics." He runs out of the bathroom for a few seconds and then is back.
"Rachel, it's perfect. Take a look at the song that will be announcing your pregnancy." Blaine holds his phone out a couple inches away from my face, and I take it from him.
"Oh, Blaine, this is just perfect! Finn will completely get the message, it contains nostalgia, it has a deep meaning, and I love the artist! I love you guys so much." I wrap my arms around the two of them and give both of their cheeks a kiss. With that out of the way, I get back to business. "Now, where's my bacon?" I giggle as Kurt runs out of the bathroom to get my plate, and Blaine rolls on the floor laughing.
Finn POV
When I wake up, Rachel isn't there. I'm kind of panicked, but Rachel's smart. Way smarter than me, and I would know if someone broke into the apartment. My mom made me install a security system here when Rachel and I moved in.
I walk out of our bedroom to see little post-it notes from Rachel all around the house. They probably all say the same thing, because she knows sometimes when I'm really tired, things don't register in my brain right away. From her rushed handwriting, I'm guessing she went to Kurt's about twenty minutes ago. That really doesn't make sense, but I still think she went to Kurt's twenty minutes ago, so I pick up the phone to call her.
"Finn?" She sounds somewhat breathless when she picks up.
"Rach, did you make it to Kurt and Blaine's Ok?" I ask her and I can almost feel her smile over the phone.
"Oh, yes, I most certainly did. I'll be leaving in about fifteen minutes, and then, depending on how long the subway takes, I should be home within the hour. Ok?" Rachel speaks rapidly, as if she wants to tell me something, but also wants to keep it a surprise. I'm getting intrigued, I must admit.
"Ok, sounds good." I laugh. "Bye, I love you."
"Bye, Finn. I love you, too." And just like that, she's gone, and I have an hour free with nothing to do.
I busy myself by messing stuff up, then fixing it again, while listening to the 80s radio station and singing along. Makes the time go by quickly, I guess.
The next thing I know, Rachel's leaning against the wall laughing at me as I come out of the bathroom rocking out to 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.' Great.
"Oh, hi, babe. Do you think my dancing skills have improved at all?" I give her the half-smile that I know drives her crazy, but she justs laughs and gives me a kiss.
"You're goofy." She pokes me on the chest, and walks into the kitchen.
"So how was the Hummel-Anderson/Anderson-Hummel residence?" I ask as I follow her.
"Oh, you know, the usual. They're still trying to decide on the name for their 'chateau' and it felt good to blow off some steam and do girl talk with Kurt." Rachel smiles at me before she opens the fridge to find food.
"Sounds like Kurt and Blaine. On a side note, what do you want for dinner tonight?" Rachel looked up from the fridge at me and thought for a second.
"Why don't we have Italian food? I mean, I'm thinking of adjusting my diet to vegetarianism and this would be the perfect way to get started. I'll even cook." I was already sold. I love Italian food in general, and with Rachel cooking, it would be spectacular.
"Sounds perfect. I'll go to the grocery store and get the stuff, Ok?" Rachel nodded at me and I went to get my coat and the car keys. But the car keys weren't on their hook, where I know I left them after we got back from our graduation ceremony.
"Babe, do you know where the car keys are?" I yell to Rachel.
"No, sorry, but you could always walk! The grocery store is only fifteen minutes away and then you won't have to deal with the 'New York City traffic' you always complain about." Rachel yells back, and I can see her point.
"Good idea. I'll see you later, love you!"
"Love you too!" And with that, I'm gone.
I come back a couple hours later with the food, and I help Rachel get ready for dinner. She's dressed up really nicely, almost like we're having a fancy dinner, not that I'm complaining or anything.
"Is it a special occasion?" I ask her.
"What?" She sounds scared, shocked. Why would she be afraid of it being a special occasion?
"You're just dressed up nicer than normal for a plain dinner, that's all." I said.
"Oh!" She sounded relieved. "I just felt pretty today, is all."
"You're always pretty to me," I say, before giving her a kiss.
We work in a comfortable silence until dinner is ready. The silence continues into dinner, but we play footsie under the table and send each other small smiles, like we did when we first were sophomores and were first falling in love. After dinner, Rachel goes to get ready for bed, and I sit on the couch to watch the game.
After a few minutes, Rachel comes out in this outfit she told me she bought for a NYADA performance of 'Oops I Did It Again.' I had never seen the outfit in person, all I was ever shown was a picture. But here was Rachel, standing in front of me, dressed in it. Why?
"What's up?" I managed to say.
"I have a present for you." She smiled at me, pulled out her phone, quickly pressed a few buttons, and music started playing. I recognized the song from somewhere, but I couldn't quite place it…
"Tiny hands.
Yes, that's you.
And all you show,
It's simply true.
I smell your breath,
it makes me cry.
I wonder how,
I've lived my life."
Somehow, I get the vibe that Rachel is trying to tell me something really important. She's not moving, just standing there, singing to me, with her hands on her stomach.
"Cause without you,
How did I get through,
All of my days,
Without you?
Now living with you,
See everything's true,
My baby, it's you.
My baby.
My baby,
My baby."
Oh my God. Is Rachel trying to say that she's… pregnant?
"With no words at all,
So tiny and small.
In love I fall,
So deep.
So deep."
She's totally saying that she's pregnant.
"My precious love,
Sent from above.
My baby boo,
God I thank you.
God I thank you.
Cause without you,
How did I get through,
All of my days,
Without you?
Now living with you,
See everything's true,
My baby, it's you.
My baby.
My baby,
My baby.
Cause without you,
How did I get through,
All of my days,
Without you?
Now living with you,
See everything's true,
My baby, it's you.
My baby.
My baby,
My baby."
"Rachel, are you… ?" I run up to her as she finishes, the question in my eyes clear.
"Yes, I'm pregnant!" I kiss her and hug her and feel so happy I could burst. In less than nine months, I, Finn Hudson, am going to be the father of the child my beautiful wife, Rachel Hudson, was carrying. And I will never be same after this moment.
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