Finchel drabbles- # 2
Asked by: anon
Prompt: "future finchel on vacation in paris, rachel telling finn she's pregnant with their first baby."

"Where's the adaptor?"

Finn's brow furrowed. "The what?"

"The plug adaptor! Finn, you did pack it right?" Rachel yelled from the bathroom.

Finn's eyes widened and he let a breath escape his lips. "Uh…yeah. It should be in there somewhere..."

He was dead. She was going to throw him off the balcony of their very nice (and expensive) hotel room in Paris and then proceed to go to jail. This is how the vacation would end. All because he forgot the plug adaptor. Why did European plugs have to be so weird anyways? Couldn't they adapt their goddamn plugs for American visitors?

He stood from the bed and sighed softly. "Babe, just come back to bed. I'll look for it in the morning."

"No!" She said angrily, slamming her makeup case onto the sink. He winced. "I have an electric toothbrush, Finn! How am I supposed to plug in said electric toothbrush with no plug!"

He licked his lips and made a clicking noise with his tongue. So it was going to be one of those fights. Rachel was an emotional person; he knew this from the moment he had first kissed her in high school. Don't get him wrong, he loved that she was very passionate about everything she did…but lately, she'd been upset and fighting with him about everything. He was starting to get backlashes from when he was dating Quinn Fabray. Always yelling at him or crying.

The difference was Rachel never called him names, like 'dope' or 'stupid'…and he loved her and what was that vow...? Through sickness and crazy emotional fights over toothbrushes? Yeah. He'd get through this.

"Uh, use it as a normal toothbrush just this once?"

Well, that was the wrong thing to say.

"Ow!" He rubbed his forehead as a bar of soap collided with his skull. "Rachel! You can't just go throwing soap at me every time you're pissed off."

"It's not just the toothbrush, Finn! I have other things that need plugged in! My hairdryer and curling iron…"

"That purple vibrator in your suitcase under your underwear that you thought I didn't see?" He smirked as her mouth fell open.

She gasped and he ducked as another bar of soap headed his direction.

"Finn Hudson!" He tried to walk towards the bathroom but she picked up a bottle of lotion, so he froze on the spot.

"Seriously, it's not the end of the world. It's just an adaptor. I'm sure I can find one in a convenient store in the lobby downstairs."

"Good, I'm glad you're so confident because you're getting it this very instant!"

He rolled his eyes. "It's one in the morning! They're not going to be open. I will go first thing tomorrow morning, I promise…"

"This is a disaster!" She yelled, tears starting down her face. Now she was just starting to piss him off.

"No, it's not! We're in the middle of Paris on our first vacation, literally day one of seven and you think it's a disaster!" His voice was rising to a shout but anger was boiling too quickly in his veins. "I spent a year saving for this trip for us, for you, and you think it's ruined already from a plug adapter being absent? Stop being so fucking selfish for once."

She threw the lotion bottle at his face and slammed the bathroom door closed.

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Finn continued to run his hands over his face, his cheek stinging from where the lotion bottle had hit him. Rachel had been in the bathroom for over an hour. She had been crying, like full body sobs, that echoed against the sea green tile. That was ten minutes ago…and now it was just silent. He couldn't even hear her sniffling.

He felt like an asshole. For whatever reason, Rachel's emotions were out of control. He couldn't tell whether it was from stress or just that time of the month but Finn felt awful for screaming at her. He never yelled at Rachel, ever. Even when he got really mad he never raised his voice at her. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

Not even a half of a day into their vacation and it was already a mess.

Finn stood up from the bed and went to the small kitchenette near the front door of the hotel room. He opened the fridge and poured a class of orange juice and went to the bathroom door. He knocked gently.

"Rach?" Nothing. He sighed softly and swallowed. "Baby, I'm…I'm really sorry. Are you okay?" Still, nothing. He bit his lip. "I didn't mean…what I said about you being selfish. That was just me being mean."

He tried the door but it was locked. "Can I come in? I have juice."

For some reason, that seemed to be the secret pass code because the door unlocked three seconds later. He gently opened the door to see his wife sitting on the closed toilet seat, head down; hands in her lap, shivering. He set the cup of juice on the sink and knelt in front of her, rubbing her arms gently.

He clasped her knees within the palms of his hands, tilting his head to try and see her face behind the curtain of her thick, brown hair.

"You okay?"

She licked her lips and took in a shuddering breath. "I'm so sorry."

Her voice broke his heart; he leaned up and hugged her, kissing her shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. I'm just…I'm worried about you. You don't seem like yourself lately."

Rachel shook her head as he pulled back, curling her hair around her ears. He cupped her face with his hands, wiping tear tracks off her cheeks.

"That's because…I'm not myself." She bit her lip nervously. "I am different."

Finn felt confusion wash over his face. For a minute he was worried because…what did 'different' even mean? Was she sick? Did…did she feel different about him or their relationship? Before he went into hysteria with conclusion jumping he calmly and gently held her chin between his thumb and forefinger and kissed her upper lip.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I was trying to think of a way I could surprise you but…I'm pregnant."

Finn's mouth fell open. "You're—"

She nodded, smiling. "Yeah."

"Oh my God!" He scooped her up in his arms, nearly knocking her over with the force of his hug. She giggled softly against his chest, her arms looping around his waist. "Rachel! Why didn't you tell me sooner? When did you…when?"

She smiled softly against his neck. "Before we left for Paris. I was going to tell you, I'm so sorry I kept it from you. I just wanted it to be special."

He pulled back from her and smiled widely, kissing her all over her face. "It is special." He assured her. "I don't need to be told in any other way. This is perfect enough."

Rachel shook her head, smiling softly. She ran her finger over the purplish blotch under his eye. She gently kissed the spot and he closed his eyes. "It probably would have been better without projectiles."

Finn chuckled. "It adds some excitement to the story. Now when we tell our little one about the first time I knew I was going to be a daddy," He rested a large hand over Rachel's flat stomach. "She can giggle about how mommy went a little crazy beforehand."

Rachel laughed softly, settling her hand over his. "So you think it's going to be a girl?"

Finn secretly hoped so; he knew she'd be a carbon copy of her mother. But whatever happened, boy or girl, they'd be perfect. Because she or he was theirs. They had a made a perfect, little human being; with simply love for each other. That was all that really mattered.

"If it is," He looked up at her as she ran a hand over his cheek, kissing his forehead. "I want to name her Star."

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