Twins. Twins? Finn blinked a couple of times, his mind not registering what the doctor just said.
"Twins?" he managed to squeak out.
Dr. Bob nodded his head. "Yes. Twins."
A grin started to slowly form on his face. Fucking. Awesome. Finn was thoroughly convinced that he had some kind of super sperm and was going to create a whole mass of babies. He couldn't help the whoop! sound that came out of his mouth.
Rachel stared at him.
He immediately came down from his high when he realized what this would mean. It was going to be hard enough to hide one baby and now there were two? He looked down at Rachel and then turned his attention back to the doctor.
"Hey doc? Can you give us a sec please?" Dr. Bob nodded his head and let himself out.
"Finn! What are we going to do! We thought we were going to have one baby and now there's going to be two? Oh my god. Oh my god…" Rachel began to panic and hyperventilate.
"Shhh. Rach. It's okay. We'll get through this. Together. I mean, that's the best part right?" He half smiled at her as he smoothed out her hair.
"But Finn, how am I going to be able to perform when I'm three months pregnant carrying twins? First of all, I will be as big as a house and second of all, who wants to come to a show to see some pregnant cow singing on the stage. No Finn." She struggled to get out of the chair as she spoke. He attempted to help her out but she jerked away from his arms. He stood there, staring at her, stunned.
She dressed in a fit of frustration. "I can't just throw away something I've tried so hard to achieve. I won't do it. I can't do it." Her eyes started to pool with tears.
He slowly made his way towards her and wrap his arms around her, but she backed away. "Rachel, baby—" She cut him off.
"I'm sorry Finn. I—I have to go." She grabbed her things and walked out of the room, tears spilling down her cheeks.
Finn stood in the middle of the room, dumbfounded. What just happened? He slumped his shoulders and sat in the chair as Dr. Bob walked in.
"You okay, son?" Finn looked up from his position in the chair.
He shook his head and sighed. "No sir, I'm not."
Dr. Bob pulled up the stool he was sitting on earlier and decided to give Finn some guidance.
"You know Finn, this is the most important time in her life right now. She's going to be going through a whole range of emotions throughout this pregnancy and she's going to need all the love and support she can get and know that someone is going to be there to help her through it. This is definitely a big shock and I'm sure you two weren't prepared to have one baby, let alone two. Just give her some time. She'll come around. They always do. I've seen enough to know." He chuckled lightly.
Finn managed a ghost of a smile. "Thanks doc. It's just that—I've loved her since we were 16 and I knew I've always wanted to marry her and have a family, but, well, the timing just really sucks right now," he huffed.
Dr. Bob patted his shoulder. "You can plan and plan to have a family, but you're never actually prepared."
Finn nodded his head. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Thanks doc." Finn and Dr. Bob stood up and shook hands. "I'll see you soon." Finn watched as Dr. Bob walked out and let his words sink in. Time. She just needs time.
Rachel made it to their apartment, still reeling from the news she just received. She grabbed a bag and started furiously throwing clothes into it as her phone rang.
Kurt.
She took a deep breath and answered. She really didn't have the energy to fake anymore.
"Hello?" she answered dejectedly.
"What's the matter Theatricality? Can't find one of your atrocious ensembles to scare the fellow natives of New York?" Kurt asked sarcastically.
Rachel fumed. "I'm pregnant Kurt." The line went silent.
So that's why Finn was so happy the other day!
"You don't sound too pleased…"
"What was your first assumption?" she spat. She regretted her statement and continued, "I'm sorry Kurt. I didn't mean to snap at you. This is making me crazy!" She threw her free arm in the air.
"More so than usual?" She could hear the smirk in his tone.
"Shut it, Hummel. That's not what I meant. I mean, I've always wanted nothing more than a family and a life with Finn, but not now. Not at the pivotal point of my career." She picked up her underwear off the floor and threw it in the bag with more force than was necessary.
"Well, Rachel, you can't always get what you want," he said softly.
Rachel gasped at his comment and went silent. Her thoughts loomed to 6 years ago when life was glee clubs and young love and slushie facials. So much had changed since then and she lost something somewhere along the way. Her eyes closed as she went back to that fateful day when she met a boy who would forever change her life with just one kiss during a makeshift picnic. She knew then that she wanted to be with him for the rest of her life. Her eyes opened at the sound of Kurt's yelling.
"Rachel? Earth to Rachel?" he said, annoyed.
"Sorry, Kurt. I spaced out for a minute there."
"Clearly. Anyway, as I was saying, do you want to come over for a bit? Talk about things?" He said concernedly. They never really saw eye to eye, but over the years, they had gotten closer and became best friends. And right now? She needed him more than ever.
She looked over to the end table at a picture of her and Finn from one of her theater events. She needed some space. Time to clear her head and think some things through before she did something they would both regret.
"Yes Kurt. I'd love that. But can I stay for a little longer? I need time to think," she said breathlessly as a stray tear made its way down her cheek. She knew it was going to hurt, but it was something that had to be done.
"You can stay as long as you'd like. Tyler won't mind; I have him so whipped I can snap my fingers and he's at my beckoning call." Rachel laughed a little.
"Okay, I'll be there soon. And Kurt?"
"Yes?"
"Thanks." She smiled.
"You're welcome."
Rachel finished packing up some of her stuff and took one last look at her apartment, because she didn't know when she'd be able to see it again. She sighed and closed the door behind her, praying that Finn wouldn't hate her.
An hour later, Finn arrived to an empty apartment. He searched all through the apartment and threw his shoes at the wall in anger.
He careened around the house, wondering how the hell everything fell apart in the matter of hours. It wasn't until he picked up his shoes that he saw the note placed carefully on the coffee table next to his XBOX controller.
It had his name written on it in Rachel's perfect script. He opened it with shaky hands and began to read:
My Dearest Finn,
I've loved you since that first moment I laid eyes on you at your first glee club rehearsal. I know you didn't know it then, but I knew. I've always know. You've taught me so much and I wouldn't change any minute of it because it's only made us stronger. I hate having to do this to you. My heart is breaking as I'm writing this, but it's something that I have to do. It's not that I don't love you, if that was the only reason I would stay. I need to figure out what my path in life is and where it's supposed to lead me. I hope that that road leads me back to you. I so desperately want it to be. I just can't take all of this weight on my shoulders right now. I need to clear my head. I'll be staying with Kurt for some time, but please, I beg of you, please don't come and find me. I'm not strong enough to handle that. Just please respect my wishes and give me some time. I will miss you with every beat of my heart. Please promise me that you will take care of yourself in my absence.
Love, always and forever,
Rachel *
He had to read the lines over and over to get his brain to comprehend what she was saying, until it finally hit him like a ton of bricks. Gone. She's gone. He shut his eyes tightly to stop the tears that were threatening to fall from his eyes.
Her letter fell from his hand and floated slowly to the floor.
What was he supposed to do now?
Dun dun DUN! I really wasn't expecting it to turn out like this but Finchel just kind of took over. Please read and review. It's what keeps me writing!