Chapter Fifteen: Life Is Going To Change
Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter and made me feel better about my smut writing abilities. This chapter is going to have a major Finn and Rachel event that will lead us into the winding up of this story. I've started planning out my next one, so don't fret about that just yet. As always, I don't own Glee or any of its characters. The chapter title comes from With Arms Wide Open by Creed.
"So, with Finn and I begin married now, we thought it would be a good idea to set up a few more ground rules in the house." Rachel said one morning a few weeks after she got home from the hospital. Puck raised his hand and Rachel rolled her eyes. "What, Noah?"
"Since Finn is in your room now, does that mean I get his room?"
"Uncle Puck!" Zoey said, starting to giggle. "That's my room."
"Rachel, you have to make the five year old move into the attic. She'll enjoy it way more."
"Noah, no. Zoey is staying in Finn's old room and that is final. Anyway, moving on…"
"Actually, can we talk about room changes?" Tina said. "Because I think there are some things that need to be addressed."
Rachel huffed and stomped her foot—her good one, at least. Finn started rubbing her back in attempt to make her feel better.
"Yes, I one hundred percent agree." Kurt said. "There's actually something I needed to talk about, Rach. I—"
"Tina, don't do this here." Quinn said, narrowing her eyes. "It is not the right time."
"What's going on?" Rachel asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Last night, when I finally got home from a grueling day at the hospital. So I went to my room and tried to get some sleep, but instead, I was kept awake the noise coming from Quinn's room and I just went over to ask them to shut up and we may have gotten into a small fight."
"Oh shut up, Tina, you are still pissed off that I accidentally walked in on you and that neuro resident getting it on in the supply closet."
"Okay can we please get back on topic?" Blaine said. "Puck, you can take my room or Kurt's room because we're moving into our own apartment."
This news shocked Rachel. "What? You guys are moving out?"
Kurt gave Blaine a cool stare. "Well, we weren't going to mention moving out like this, but, yes, Blaine and I are planning on moving out. We figured that with Finn and Rachel being married and Zoey moving into the house that the house was getting a little full."
Rachel frowned and tried to hold back tears. "You two are leaving?"
Kurt got up from his spot on the couch and walked over to where Rachel was sitting and kneeled down in front of her. "Listen to me, Rachel Hudson. You are my very best friend. I did not make this decision lightly. And I will be back here seeing you and Zoey over there because I love you and you are my best friend."
Rachel sniffed and gave Kurt a teary-eyed smile. "You better come visit. Because we don't get to work together much anymore and I still have another five weeks before I can work again."
"While this expression of feelings is touching, I just want to know who's room I'll be taking over and when I'll be moving in. Enough with the fucking feelings." Puck said.
"Noah!" Rachel exclaimed. "You can't say that around Zoey. I swear to God, if I hear her say that I will personally do very bad things to you."
Puck sneered. "Finn's my man and he wouldn't let anything happen to me. Right, Hudson?"
Finn shrugged his shoulders. "I'm with Rachel on this one. I don't want Zoey going around and saying things that she hears from Uncle Puck."
"Un-fucking-believable." Puck muttered. Rachel heard him and narrowed her eyes.
A wave of nausea rolled over Rachel. "Finn, take over for me. I'll be right back." She hurried to the bathroom and leaned over the toilet, seeing the remains from her breakfast she just threw up.
"Third time this damn morning." Rachel said.
"Rach, it's me." Kurt said, knocking on the bathroom door. "I appreciate the dramatics as your way of saying you don't want Blaine and I to leave but we move out this weekend. And it's just to the apartment complexes down the block. So you can pop in anytime you need."
Rachel smiled at Kurt's speech before throwing up again. "Thanks, Kurt."
"You know, you're lucky you have this stomach bug when you aren't actually working."
"Lucky? Kurt, I have to take care of a five year old until my mom comes to get her. Being sick is not high on my priority list today. Or any day, for that matter." She threw up again and wiped her mouth. "Anyway, you all should go. It probably won't be a good thing to be late for another shift with Sylvester."
Rachel heard Kurt chuckle from the other side of the bathroom door. "That's true. Well, call or page us if you need anything."
"Will do." Rachel waited until she couldn't hear footsteps in the hallway before she slumped against the toilet seat and ran her hands through her hands.
"Finn!" she called out, hoping he'd hear her. "Bring my phone up here!"
A few seconds later, the door to the bathroom opened, but Finn wasn't standing in the doorway.
It was Quinn.
"So, you are going to think I'm crazy for asking you this, but when I say the word 'food' what do you immediately think of?"
"Throwing up. And ice cream with peanut butter drizzled on it. And hush puppies."
Quinn nodded slowly. "You need to take a pregnancy test."
"A pregnancy test? Quinn, I don't think…oh my God."
"I'll let that sink in while I run out before I take care of you the rest of the day. I'll trade days with Blaine. I'm getting you a pregnancy test and the ice cream. There's peanut butter downstairs so you just need to put it in the microwave. As for the hush puppies, it's early and I don't think any restaurant that makes decent ones are open right now. Maybe for lunch."
"How do you know that?"
"I'll explain it all later. Make sure you drink a lot of fluids while I'm gone. And I can take Zoey with me so you can throw up in peace.
"Thanks, Quinn."
"Rachel?" Quinn said, slowly opening the bathroom door, hoping she wouldn't hit Rachel with the door.
"In my room."
"Zoey, why don't you go to my room and watch a movie until Shelby gets here. And I'm going to make sure Rachel feels better."
Zoey nodded and ran down the hallway to Quinn's room. Quinn took a deep breath and walked into Finn and Rachel's room to see Rachel was back in her pajamas and was curled up in bed with a cool wash cloth on her forehead.
"Okay, I bought all the good flavors of ice cream, five different brands of pregnancy tests, saltine crackers, and lollipops." Quinn said, sitting down on the bed next to Rachel. "You're going to go to the bathroom and use the tests. If it says you're pregnant, we'll celebrate with the ice cream and I can tell you how I knew that you were pregnant. And if it says you aren't pregnant, we'll sit here all day, watch the soap operas, and pig out with the ice cream."
"You don't have to do this with me, Quinn."
"I know. But you're my roommate, my coworker, and more importantly, I think of you as one of my best friends. Now go take the test because I want to know if there's going to be a little Finchel baby running around the house."
Rachel smiled at Quinn and pushed herself off the bed, which was a daunting task with her broken foot. She took the plastic bag to the bathroom with her, peed on all five of the tests, and opened up the timer on her phone.
Now began the waiting process.
"So, what's the story, Quinn?" Rachel said, leaning against the doorframe of her bedroom.
Quinn took the lid off the chocolate ice cream and dug her spoon in, obviously trying to avoid the question Rachel asked. Finally, she softly spoke. "I was a teen mom. One night at a end of summer party in high school, I got a little tipsy and ended up sleeping with this total douche from the local community college named Brody. I knew I should have listened to my friend Brittany about him being bad news, but he was a junior in college and I had just turned eighteen. It was nice to get acknowledged by someone older, you know? So we had sex in the bed of a pickup truck. Three months later, I was tired of my clothes not fitting me the right way, so I took the tests and they said I was pregnant. I told my parents and they kicked me out. I moved in with Brittany and her family for the rest of senior year. And on graduation day, I had my baby. A little girl named Beth. I let a couple from Cincinnati adopt her and I haven't seen her since." Quinn let out a small chuckle. "She's going to be nine in a week. And I haven't seen her since the day was born."
Rachel hobbled into her room and hugged Quinn. "I'm sorry, Quinn."
"It's okay, Rachel. She has two parents who love her. And I would have loved my baby, but when I told Brody, he told me I was crazy because he used a condom and I was some pathetic high schooler trying to pawn someone else's baby off on him. I think I told him the sex sucked before hanging up the phone." Quinn said, a smile spreading across her face. "Well, I think the results should be on the stick. Go check, and we'll have our girls day."
"Hey, Rach, I got your message. What's going on? I really needed to blow some steam off at the bar because today totally sucked at the hospital. You should be so glad you aren't there right now because you would have been in tears…what's all this?" Finn said, his talking stopped when he saw the kitchen was set up for a nice dinner, and candles were set up all around the dining room.
"I have something I have to tell you." Rachel said, turning around to face him after lighting the last candle. "So, go ahead and take a seat and Quinn's going to bring out the first course."
"First course? And Quinn's crashing this little date night of sorts?"
Quinn came out from the kitchen with two covered trays in her hand. "I'm not crashing date night, I'm merely here to bring dishes out from the kitchen to the two of you." She set one of the trays down in front of Finn and set the other one down in front of Rachel. "Just ring the bell when you're done with the first course."
Finn watched Quinn walk off. "What is this about?"
"She's helping us out, Finn." Rachel said, tapping her good foot on the ground while she wiggled her big toe that was peeking out from her cast. "Just take the cover off your food."
Finn did as Rachel said, prepared to see soup or a salad. Instead he saw one of the pregnancy tests.
"Is this sanitary, Rachel? Because usually they just get thrown out after people use them."
She rolled her eyes. "Quinn, just bring the rest of the trays out."
"Will they have real food on them because I'm starving and I didn't really get to eat lunch today because of what happened at the hospital."
Rachel stared blankly at Finn. He clearly had no fucking idea what was going on.
Quinn set the rest of the trays down in front of Finn and raised an eyebrow at Rachel. She just shrugged her shoulders.
Finn rubbed his hands together and took the tops off the remaining four trays and frowned when he saw four pregnancy tests.
"Rach, what the hell is this?"
She mentally face palmed. She thought she was being creative with telling Finn, but clearly, her husband wasn't creative.
"They're the pregnancy tests I took this morning. And they all say the same thing."
That got Finn's attention. He skimmed what the tests said and smiled. "Oh my God, Rach! Is this real?"
Rachel smiled and nodded her head. "We're pregnant, Finn. You and I are going to be parents. Zoey's going to be a big sister."
"And we'll have a real baby. Not just a kitten."
Rachel nodded and smiled. Finn got up from his seat and knelt in front of Rachel. "I love you so much right now, Rachel Hudson."
"I love you, too, Finn Hudson. I'm glad you finally figured out what Quinn and I planned."
"I can't believe I didn't think to read what the tests actually said." Finn said, kissing Rachel. "So, when are you actually due?"
"I was thinking about that earlier. And I need to get an appointment at the doctor's office, but I think I'm due the beginning of February. So we have plenty of time to figure everything out." Rachel said. "Now, I don't know about you, but I'm absolutely starving. Quinn, you can bring out the real food now."
Finn chuckled as he went back to his seat.
He was going to be a dad again. And this time, he'd be there every step of the way for the baby.
Author's Note: Yay for a Finchel baby! I'm big on hearing from you all about you want for baby Finchel and I haven't decided if I want the baby to be a boy or a girl, so it's going to be a contest. Mention in the comments which one you'd like, and whichever sex of the baby has the most votes will be the sex of the Finchel baby. And I have the names picked out already so I'll throw it out there, in case the name will sway a vote. If it's a boy, his name would be Christopher William Hudson, and if it's a girl, her name will be Audrey Ava Hudson. So comment away with what you want Baby Finchel to be.