A/N: Ready for some answers, guys? Here is the mini-reveal.
Big thanks to Kerry[bottomblainers(.)tumblr(.)com] this is her brain child. She is amazing.
Chapter Six
"Finn!" Rachel whisper-yelled, "Why are we here?"
Finn was pulling Rachel behind her in the dark through the yard of McKinley. They had been in town for the week of Christmas and this was their last day in town. Finn had convinced Rachel to sneak out of her Dads because he had a surprise. "Shh, Rach, trust me."
Finn turned around and gave her a smile that she couldn't resist. The last year and a half in New York had been a dream, being able to be around Finn all the time and hardly any fighting. Rachel still fell for that smile, though. She couldn't resist him, not now, not ever. "I do." She promised and he bent down to kiss her quickly before starting to walk swiftly again. Rachel jogged behind him, trying to keep up with his long strides. Once they got to the side entrance, Finn pulled out a key ring and unlocked the door, "Where did you get those?"
"Where do you think?" Finn smirked and looked back at her before winking and opened the door, holding it open for her to rush in.
Finn followed behind her, shutting to door securely behind him. "Why are we here, Finn?" Rachel asked nervously and Finn laughed a little.
"You are such a worrier." Finn noted. "Just come on."
Finn pulled her through the familiar halls and Rachel smiled at all the memories they had made there. Before she knew it they were in auditorium, on the stage on a blanket that Finn had set up.
"A late night picnic, Finn?" Rachel beamed. "This is so sweet."
Finn nodded, "Well, this place is special. We had our first kiss here. We sang here for the first time. We just have a lot of memories here. I wanted to come back here and… I don't know, remember. You know?"
Rachel giggled and threw her hands around his neck, "I love you."
"I love you." Finn answered back with a grin. "Want some juice?" Finn asked as she pulled back and she nodded as he poured her a glass.
"These cups are like the airplane cups." Rachel teased him and he nudged her lightly.
"Yeah, but now I've actually been in an airplane." Finn noted.
"Yes, a couple of times."
"Even joined the mile high club." Finn raised his eyebrow and Rachel laughed suddenly.
"I don't know that a hand job counts."
Finn frowned, "It doesn't? Well… shit."
Rachel laughed, "Maybe one day, baby." She promised, "And you're right you know? William McKinley High School has a huge place in my heart, in our lives."
"Who is William McKinley?" Finn asked as he took out some fruit from the picnic basket.
Rachel bit her lip with a giggle, "He was one of our nations presidents. He is from Ohio."
Finn nodded, "That's cool. It sounds really presidential." Finn thought for a moment, feeding Rachel grapes with a proud grin and Rachel giggled as he did so, "I like that name. William. We should have a kid, name him William and then he'll be president."
"A democrat too?" Rachel asked with a hope in her eyes.
Finn chuckled, "Mom and Burt won't be too happy, but yes, a democrat and a jew and the first jewish president of the United States."
Rachel beamed at Finn, "You're really perfect you know that?" She said getting on her knees to crawl over to kiss him, "William Hudson. He could totally be president." She told him, "Not to mention he'd be really handsome."
Finn laughed, "And really smart, and talented."
Rachel woke with a start. William. That is what Finn wanted to name their first son. They had talked about it a couple times over the years.
Rachel looked down at her belly, she was seven and a half months and miserable. She had found out that she was in fact having a boy. She had met with a few couples about adoption but couldn't bring herself to commit. Not to mention that after that dream she knew what she would name him if she did decide to keep him.
Rachel looked at the clock and groaned.
5:34am.
It was just enough time that she shouldn't go back to sleep, but she didn't want to just sit awake for three hours either. She stood up and decided she would take a bath.
After he nice warm bath and taking her time to get ready, she called Kurt to meet her for "Breakfast at Tiffany's" before work, which he gladly agreed to. She was grateful for her best friend and him being an early riser.
Rachel waddled over to meet him and he greeted her with a bottle of water and a bagel in hand for her, "Thanks Kurt." She grinned and kissed his cheek, "I'm having such a hard time sleeping these days."
"Well maybe it's the basketball under your shirt." Kurt teased as he took a sip of his drink.
"Oh Kurt. You are just so clever." Rachel said sarcastically. "So, I think I know his name." She put her hand on her belly mindfully, "If I keep him."
Kurt raised his eyebrow, "Oh? And what's that?"
"William."
"After Mr. Schue?" Kurt asked pointedly, obviously not liking the idea.
"No!" Rachel laughed, "After William McKinley High. Finn always wanted to name our first kid William."
Kurt nodded and gulped, "Are you sure you wan-"
"Kurt." Rachel cut him off quickly, "I haven't decided, I'm still, I'm still thinking about it. Just, don't hassel me." She let out a big breath, "How's Carole? Has she heard anything?"
"Nothing." Kurt's expression softened, "This is hard on everyone, are you sure you don't want to tell her about the-" Kurt pointed to Rachel's belly. "you know."
Rachel shook her head, "Not yet." She whispered. "I just can't. I don't want her to feel any obligation."
"Well, it is her grandchild." Kurt told her honestly.
Rachel nodded, "I'm aware, Kurt. It's also my Dads and I haven't told them." Rachel glared back at Kurt, "Walk me to work?"
Kurt smiled a soft smile and brought his hand to her belly protectively, "Of course I will. Gotta take care of my little nephew." He teased her and she laughed as they began to walk.
The day was like any other, taking calls, sending emails and setting up meetings. Dan was in and out and didn't really bother Rachel very much. But he always took her out to lunch, which she really appreciated. He also never judged her for caving an eating meat occasionally. Kurt did not offer her the same kindness.
Rachel looked at the clock and realized she was running behind, things were getting harder now that she was bigger and she couldn't do nearly as much as she used to. She walked into Dan's office and knocked quietly and he waved her in.
"Dan, do you need me to do anything else here? I forgot to check the mail or ship off any of your orders so I'm heading to the post office now and probably won't come back." She stepped from side to side nervously.
"Nope, you're good to go Rachel." Dan grinned as she turned to walk away, "Oh hey, any word from Finn?"
Rachel smiled courteously and shook her head, "Nothing." She tried not to whimper and Dan frowned.
"He's an idiot Rachel." Dan told her, as he had many times before.
"So I've heard." She teased and turned away again, feeling the tears glistening in her eyes.
When Rachel got to the post office, she decided to ship the boxes off first before checking the mail, playing angry birds as she waited in line. "Miss Berry?" The lady at the counter said.
"Back again." Rachel laughed back, "Can you ship these for me?" She handed her the boxes and her credit card, "How is your day going, Rose?"
"Same old shit, Miss Berry. Same old shit." The lady told her truthfully, a light laugh in her voice.
"Me too, Rose." Rachel agreed with a roll of her eyes, grabbing her credit card back from her, "We'll see you tomorrow."
"We always do, don't we?"
Rachel unlocked the box with the key on her ring, grabbing her boss's mail. She normally did this earlier in the day, but she just hadn't had enough time. She dropped the stack suddenly when she saw the name on the first letter.
c/o Finn Hudson
She picked the mail up quickly, rushing out of the post office as fast as she could. How? Who?
Rachel decided she was going to open it. From the moment she saw it. Who was she kidding? She wasn't that good of a girl to not open her ex boyfriends mail.
But she needed to be home. She had to be home. She couldn't do it here.
She rushed home, taking a cab instead of the subway and basically ran to her apartment, dropping her bag and her keys and taking the only letter from the stack she needed and sitting on the couch to keep from fainting, finally allowing herself to see where the letter was from.
St. Marks Community Hospital
The Hospital? St. Marks?
Where had she heard of that hospital before? St. Marks… St. Marks… and then it clicked. Like a light bulb. The worst light bulb ever.
St. Marks Cancer Institute.