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"Have you been to the doctor?" He asks Rachel as he joins her on the couch handing her a glass of water. He coaxed her out of her rut in the bathroom and was able to suggest a more comfortable spot to discuss matters. She takes a sip and nods, "I went yesterday." He arches his brow, "And?" She gulps, "And I took a blood test. I get the results within 48 hours." She continues, "Considering the test I handed you was the fifth one that read positive, I have a feeling we won't be shocked when they call." He scoffs pointing to his bare feet, "As if you puking on my shoes weren't proof enough." Rachel begins to shift away from him and blushes, "I'm really sorry about that." He laughs, pulling her closer, "Rach, its ok I'm only kidding with you. Lighten up." She leans her head on his shoulder, "How did this even happen. I am so careful, all the time." He turns to look at her confused, "Rachel we never… I didn't… we didn't use protection." She looks at him stunned. "We didn't?!" Finn shrugged, "It happens we both had a few drinks, we were in the moment. We're so at ease with each other I guess it just wasn't on the top of our minds." She's so baffled by this that she's momentarily rendered speechless. Rachel Berry had been spontaneous one moment in her life and was paying for it dearly. She was an idiot. Finn gives her a reassuring rub on her back, "How are you feeling?" She smiles, "A little hungry, actually." At this Finn jumps up and scurries over to the kitchen. Rachel looks on in horror, "Oh no, Finn I really appreciate it but—" He cuts her off, "But nothing. I'm going to cook for the mother of my baby."
Finn woke up coughing, gasping for air. He tried to open his eyes but he couldn't—the intense stinging kept his eyes sealed shut. The smell was overwhelming and it was as if his senses were being shut off one by one. He felt himself losing consciousness until the panic set in. Fire. FIRE. Where was Rachel?! "Rachel!" He coughed out, "RACHEL!" Nothing. He heard nothing. His heart raced now, and the sweat was beginning to spill out of his pores, "Rach—" He tripped over the coffee table and fell to the ground and felt his hand graze a soft lock of hair. It was easier to see once he was on the floor and he managed to make out that the object next to him was Rachel's lifeless body. He shook her, desperate to wake her but she didn't flinch. He took her under his arm and tried to crawl his way out of the burning apartment, virtually blind. He kept on slipping into the darkness. His eyelids were heavy, his chest felt like lead. He couldn't breathe. He was somehow moving toward the door but he was sure his body had nearly shut down. He had to get there. He had to make sure she made it out and then he could succumb to his body's injuries. He knew he had hit the door when his head slammed against it. With a wildly shaky hand he slid it up the hot door onto the smoking knob. His hand immediately blistered as he twisted the metal and he screamed out. "PETE! PETE! We've got someone here!" Finn could no longer see anything or feel anything for that matter. He could only hear what he presumed were the firefighters. "Oh shit, STEVE two people! I need men here IMMEDIATELY!" Rushed footsteps were the last thing Finn heard before his gave into his body's demands.
He opened up his eyes into the bright, white light above his head. Was he dead? He didn't feel dead. Well, he certainly didn't feel too alive either. "Finn?" He heard a high pitched voice cry his name, "FINN!" He heard the voice exclaim. Finally, the light was replaced by the face of his stepbrother. He was clobbered into a hug as the man cried into his shoulder. "K—" he could barely get the words out of his burning throat, "Kurt.. Rach—" He managed to shriek in a raspy whisper. Kurt tightened his body at the mention of her name. He sat back in the chair next to Finn's bed and grasped his hand, "I don't know. They wouldn't tell me. " Kurt looked to the floor trying to avoid looking Finn in the eyes while the tears welled up. Now, fully in reality, Finn began to cry. His body was overtaken by the sobs that came from the core of his soul, he knew Kurt was lying to protect him. "OH GOD… KURT! KURT PLEASE TELL ME! PLEASE!" He begged. Kurt never saw Finn in such a vulnerable and weak mental state; he couldn't lie to him, not like this. "She's alive. But she's bad, Finn. Really bad." He laid there, frozen as Kurt continued, "I've already called her dads they're on a flight here now. Your mom and my dad are with them." He said as he wiped his eyes. Finn cried to his brother, "This is all my fault. It's all my fault. Oh my God, Kurt. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Kurt was taken aback, "Finn this isn't your fault! You're the only reason either of you are alive right now. The fireman found you in the hallway as the entire apartment was engulfed in flames behind you. If you had waited for them, they said there would have only been bodies to recover." Finn sniffled back, "But I started the fire!" Kurt looked at him, confused. "Finn the fire was caused by an electrical shortage in the building. It started on the floor above us." Finn relaxed a bit, "It wasn't from my cooking? I thought I left the stove on." Kurt shook his head, "You did nothing wrong Finn. You saved her." It wasn't until Kurt said that that Finn realized there was another someone to worry about. "The baby… what about the baby?" Kurt furrowed his brow, "What are you talking about?" Finn whimpered, "Our baby…" He buried his face in his hands and his body shook with fear. Kurt felt like he swallowed a brick, "Finn, are you telling me that Rachel is pregnant?" Finn looked up, "Yes." At this, Kurt ran out of the room to the doctor to relay the news. Rachel had never been conscious to tell them. By the doctor's response to Kurt's news he knew the outlook was grim and he couldn't face Finn. Thankfully, Santana had left Rachel's room at just the right moment. "Santana, did you know that Rachel is pregnant?" Santana's face turned into a scowl, "She told me she wasn't…" Suddenly it dawned on Santana that Rachel was supposed to have a blood test and she couldn't have possibly found out the results so quickly from the doctor. So she was pregnant, or at least she used to be. "This is the absolute worst situation, Lady Hummel." She grabbed Kurt in a big bear hug and cried. His eyes were wide with shock and then he hugged her back, realizing that they all really had become best friends. Unfortunately it took a tragedy for them to acknowledge it.
Kurt sat in the waiting room with Santana for what felt like days as the doctor's worked on Rachel and as Finn's sobs lulled him into a sleep. Finally, he heard the deep voice of his father and looked up to see the Hummel's and Berry's panicked faces. He jumped up and embraced Burt and Carole. Carole grabbed his shoulders, "How is my baby? Is he okay?!" Kurt gave a sympathetic smile, "Finn's alright, he's just sleeping." Carole deflated, relieved. Hiram approached Santana, "And Rachel? Where is she, how can I see her?!" Santana avoided eye contact, not knowing how to deal with two frantic parents, "The doctors are doing some tests…" LeRoy grew concerned, "What kind of tests?!" Santana looked to Kurt for help, and he shrugged. He was about to announce something that was almost as shocking as the fire itself. "I think you should all sit down." Kurt motioned to the four parents. As he was about to sit, Finn appeared behind them. If he wasn't so sad and if they all weren't so scared he would have appeared ridiculous in his too-small hospital gown, with tubes hanging from his arms and nose. "Rachel's pregnant." He blurted out.