He felt like his heart had just been ripped out of his chest and the air knocked out of his lungs. He felt dizzy and needed to sit down for fear of falling face down on the floor.

He took his head in his heads and sobbed, his body wracking uncontrollably; he could barely breathe.

His fisted his hair in his hands and yanked. Hard. He was angry, hurt, and heartbroken all at once and he had no idea what to do about it.

How could she do this to him? Things were going so perfect and she just…ran. No. No. He needed to fix this. He didn't care what her letter said; he was going to call her. He grabbed his phone from the coffee table and dialed her number.

"Hello?"

He frowned. "Kurt? Where's Rachel? I want to talk to her," He asked, annoyed.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Finn."

"The hell you can't Kurt! She's my girlfriend and carrying my future children! I need to talk to her!" he snapped. He was pacing around the apartment now in a fit of rage. Who the hell was Kurt to tell him he couldn't talk to his girlfriend and the mother of his soon to be children?

"I don't care if she was the Queen of England. You're not speaking with her," Kurt retorted.

"Kurt…just… I'm a mess right now." He breathed. "I—I can't be without her. She's my world." He plopped down on the sofa and rubbed his hand over his face.

Kurt let out a breath. "I know Finn. I get it. I really do. She just needs time right now to sort out her head. You know I love you and I would do anything for you, but she needs this. She needs this time. How about I keep you updated? Will that make you feel better?"

His head snapped up. "Would you?"

"Yes. I'll let you know. Now, can you please calm down and just let me help her?" he asked sincerely.

"Yeah. Yeah okay. Just…if she needs anything Kurt, let me know. And please, please keep me updated with how the babies are doing," he begged.

"I will Finn, I will. Promise. Just don't do anything drastic okay?"

"I won't." He smiled, something that felt foreign to him. "Bye, Kurt."

"Ta-ta."

Finn hung up the phone after the conversation with his brother and looked around the apartment and sighed. It was going to be a hell of a lot quieter around there for a while and that just wouldn't do.

"Ho-how did he sound Kurt?" Rachel asked him in a small voice.

"Terrible," he stated matter-of-factly and looked at her

A fresh new set of tears flowed down her face. "Oh Kurt!" She began sobbing as Kurt wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back. "Di-did I do the right thing?" she said between cries.

"Shhh. Yes, sweetie. You need to figure out some things in your life right now and find out what you want. And to make sure those babies have the best life you can offer them without a hot mess in the way." She lifted her head from his chest and wiped her nose with a sniff.

"I just feel so terrible because I love him and I know he loves these babies already and he's already been through one heartbreaking pregnancy in his life. And I just can't bear to be the one to who puts him through the next." Her lip began to quiver as she spoke.

Kurt grabbed her face and looked her in the eyes. "Don't you do that. Just, don't. The difference between this pregnancy and that one is that he's in love with you completely and he knows for a fact that those two babies in there are his and he knows that you would never do anything to hurt him or them. Got it?" he scolded.

She looked down and looked up and met his face and nodded. "Yes."

"Now then, now that that's out of the way, what do you say we have a chick flick marathon and over dose on Ben and Jerry's Half Baked Ice Cream?" he suggested with a slight smirk.

The corners of her lips turned up. "Sure."

Finn woke up the next morning with a headache from hell as he grabbed his head and sat up. He looked around his room and saw his living room floor littered with empty alcohol containers.

What the fuck happened last night? As the question loomed in his mind, the events from last night came rushing back. He suddenly felt like drinking again, but he knew that that wasn't the answer. He took a peek at the clock and noticed the time.

"Shit!" He leapt out of bed in a flash and hurried to get dressed for the coaches' meeting he had to make in 20 minutes.

Finn ran into the meeting room just under the wire, out of breath.

"Well, how nice of you to join us Mr. Hudson," Coach Callahan said, sarcasm evident in his tone.

"Sorry sir, I'm having some issues in my life right now," Finn replied, out of breath.

"This isn't going to affect game time, is it son?" Coach Callahan's brow furrowed.

"No sir, not at all. Head in the game, the rest is lame right?" he said with a smug smile.

Coach Callahan nodded mirroring Finn's expression. "You got it kid. Now, as I was saying, when Sanchez steps out of the pocket…"

"Kurt, I honestly don't see what the big deal is! That store was perfectly acceptable for—"

"Uh uh Princess. You are not wearing such atrocious attire while carrying my nieces and or nephews. I will pick the clothing!" Kurt dragged her through the streets of New York, hell-bent on finding the perfect store for a complete maternity wardrobe that lacked plaid skirts and sweaters with animals on them.

Rachel rolled her eyes as Kurt stopped and squealed. "Oh my God Rachel! This is perfect! Let's go in!"

He opened the door as he tugged her arm and stepped inside.

"Hello there! How can I help you today?" the saleswoman asked.

"Oh, we're fine thanks! We'll just be looking around."

"Are you sure? I will be more than happy to—"

Kurt cut her off. "No, really, we're fine," Kurt said, slightly annoyed.

"Well, okay." The saleswoman turned on her heel and huffed as she walked towards the back of the store.

"Some people just don't know when to quit," he mumbled and went back to the task at hand. Rachel chuckled.

She searched rack after rack, not getting lucky finding anything, until something caught her eye. She searched through each sports team. Passing the Buccaneers, Falcons, and Steelers, until her eyes lit up as she found the team she was so desperately searching for. She held it up as she stared at it with tears welling up in her eyes.

"I think it's perfect," Kurt said from behind her, taking in the New York Jets symbol emblazoned on the front.

She nodded. "Yeah, I think so too." She turned around and noticed the abundance of clothes he held in his arms.

Her mouth gaped open. "Kurt, you can't possibly be serious," she said with her hand on her hip.

He nodded his head. "As a heart attack. Now scoot! You're going to go try these on." He shooed her towards the back of the store where the fitting rooms were located.

She grumbled as he thrust the clothes in her arms. "You are absolutely ridiculous Kurt!" she huffed.

He shrugged his shoulder with a smile on his face. "I know. But you love me anyway."

"Whatever." She slammed the dressing room door and he laughed to himself.

After trying on numerous amounts of clothes, she settled on a simple dress, a few pairs of elastic waist band pants, and a few baby doll tees, certainly not forgetting her Jets shirt.

As they made their way out of the store carrying bags of their purchases, Rachel bumped into an incoming customer.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Excuse me! I didn't mean—"

"Rachel?" her understudy, Gabby, asked in shock.

"H—hi Gabby. What are you doing here?" Rachel sputtered in disbelief at seeing her cohort in a maternity store.

"I came to find something for my sister. The question should be what are you doing here?" She narrowed her eyes and looked Rachel up and down.

Oh. Shit.