Finchel drabbles- # 8
Asked by: czarnabastet
Prompt: "Future!Finchel and Klaine in NY"
"Blainey-bear!"
He shook his head and managed a small smile, taking his blue cardigan off as he reached Rachel at the bar.
Blaine pulled the pink alcoholic liquid away from Rachel. "You should just talk to him."
Rachel rolled her eyes and tried to take the drink out of his hand. "No."
Blaine sighed and moved it again, too quickly for her drunken hand to follow. "It'd be easier than calling me every time to pick you up from a bender."
Rachel snorted. "Please. You want to get out of that apartment as much as I do sometimes. I love Finn but…" She shook her head, slamming her palm down on the bar. "Another round!"
Some men at the bar cheered at Rachel's request as Blaine groaned. "No, no more. You already smell like a distillery." He crinkled his nose. "I'm taking you home, come on."
She moaned as Blaine gently pulled her off the bar stool, supporting her weight as best as he could. "No," She cried. "Because…because Finn's at home and I can't face him like this…all shit-faced!"
Blaine smirked and shook his head. "Finn has late work hours this week, remember? He's not home, so you can see him in the morning. And instead of being shit-faced you'll have a lovely hangover to face him with."
He wrapped an arm around Rachel's waist, holding her to him as he walked with her. He took her outside, where the fresh, cold, New York air made her shiver. He wrapped his cardigan around her slender shoulders.
"He doesn't love me anymore, Blaine." Rachel started to sob and Blaine's face grew alarmed, not at her words but from her tears.
"Come on, Rach, don't cry." He tried, pulling her close again to walk to his car. "You know that's not true. He'd move across the continent to be with you, he's not going to stop loving you from one fight."
He opened the door and gently set Rachel inside, trying to situate her to put her seat belt on. "He screamed at me…" Rachel said softly and looked down. Blaine swallowed and looked up into the sad girl's face.
He felt his heart constrict for her.
Blaine had been in the bathroom with Kurt, planning a bath together. He had just turned the water on as Kurt poured bubble bath into the porcelain tub when a fight had broken out between their roommates a few rooms over. Kurt and he had exchanged worried glances as they heard Rachel crying and Finn screaming.
He wasn't sure what the fight had been about but he knew if it was bad enough that Rachel would be sleeping in his bed with Kurt that night while he tried to comfort her with the TV on in the background, playing Singing in the Rain.
And that's where Rachel had ended up after they had had their bath together.
Finn was nowhere to be seen and Rachel was sobbing on their bed. Blaine watched his boyfriend try to comfort his best friend, who was in hysterics, over her fight with Finn. Their fights were always World War three when they had them—Blaine was convinced it was because they loved each other so much. If that wasn't the case, then their fights wouldn't have been so passionate and few-n- far between. Rachel had been gone the next morning; he and Kurt had just figured that she had gone to her classes early to avoid speaking to Finn.
But then she didn't come home when she usually did and Finn started to freak out because she wouldn't answer his calls. So when Rachel called Blaine at work he knew he had to come and get her. She sounded drunker than his Aunt Catherine at Christmas time and he didn't want her to try and find her own way home.
Blaine sat next to Rachel as tears continued to plop down her cheeks. He touched her hair. "He was upset; you know how Finn gets when he's mad."
She sniffled. "I hate when he's mad."
Blaine chuckled softly. "I know. I'm sure he hates when he's mad too. I'm sure he's worried about you..."
She shook her head. "No, he's not." She said, confidently.
"Have you spoken to him yet today?" She shook her head. "Has he called?" She managed a small head nod.
"The only person I talked to today was Kurt," She sniffled and looked up at him. "And you."
Blaine sighed. "Come on, let's get you home. You need some coffee…and a shower."
She pouted. "Does your face still taste awesome?" She kissed his cheek and Blaine smirked, pulling back to close the door.
"It does!" She squealed as he got into the front seat and started the car. "No wonder Kurt likes to kiss you so much!"
Blaine just smiled, shook his head and started their drive home.
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"Hey, I'm home!" Blaine yelled as he held onto Rachel, opening the door.
Finn rushed around the corner. "What happened to her?" He asked, worried as he saw Rachel's slumped body against Blaine's.
"You said he wasn't home!" Rachel tried whispering, although it was quite loud, against Blaine's neck.
Finn came up beside Blaine and easily swept up his fiancé into his arms. Blaine sighed and closed the door. "She called me when I got done with work. She's drunk off her ass."
Kurt popped his head out of the kitchen and his eyes widened at Rachel, struggling in Finn's arms. He wasn't fazed, however, he tightly held onto the girl.
"I'm guessing I need to put the coffee on?"
"Too bad no one has invented the gallon coffee maker...because that's what she's going to need." Blaine commented, walking past Finn and Rachel to his boyfriend, planting a kiss on his cheek.
Finn sighed as Rachel tried smacking him in the head. He nearly dropped her trying to catch her wrist. "Thanks for getting her Blaine. I was worried about her getting home like this."
At least he never had to worry about this being a constant thing; there was only so many times that Rachel decided to drown her sorrows in a bottle of beer.
"No need to worry." Finn shook his head at the smell of her breath. "I'm fine."
"You smell like rubbing alcohol." Finn scrunched his nose.
Finn carried her into their bedroom and shut the door with his foot. He placed Rachel on the bed and went into their bathroom to turn the tub on. He saw her get up out of the corner of his eye and try to leave the room. He rushed past her and blocked her from stumbling out.
"Move."
He shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Get out of my way, Finn." She pushed him but he didn't even budge.
"No." He said softly. "Do you have any idea how worried I was about you? You just left, without saying a word to me!"
"Yeah, well, you said enough for the both of us the other night." Rachel spat, her voice hurt. Tears started to gather in her eyes.
Finn shook his head. "That's not fair; you don't get to be the angry one! You're the one who lied to me!"
She pushed him again, stronger this time, but Finn just rocked back on his heels. "I thought I could handle it by myself."
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Kurt sighed, running a hand down Blaine's back. "They're at it again."
Blaine looked up at Kurt and kissed the underside of his chin. "They'll figure it out." He said softly. "Just make sure that coffee's ready." He smirked and tapped his lover's behind, pushing him towards the coffeepot.
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"This isn't about you, Rachel! You can't be selfish about things like this, we're not kids anymore. That's not what these rings mean!" He held up her hand so she could see his and her engagement ring.
A sob escaped Rachel's mouth. "I was trying to protect you." She said, finally. "I didn't want to hurt you."
Finn's face crumpled up in sympathy and he shook his head, trying to wrap his arms around his sobbing fiancé. She pushed his arms away, backing away from him.
"No, don't." She said. "Don't."
He sighed, running a hand over his face. He knew the crying and emotional tidal waves were mostly from her being wasted but he still hated the way she looked—so broken, so sad. He just wanted to hold her, take her pain away, apologize for being an asshole and just move on.
She hiccupped and made her way into the bathroom, or tried to, her legs were shaking so bad. She grabbed the doorframe to remain upright. "I didn't know I had lost the baby until I went to the doctors."
Finn swallowed what felt like an anvil lodged in his throat.
"I didn't know I was pregnant." She stuttered, her crying distorting her speech. "I thought I was just…bleeding extra heavy. I-I…didn't—"
Finn crossed the room and pulled Rachel into his arms, holding her tightly as she sobbed into his chest. She clutched at his shirt as her legs gave out from under her. He adjusted her weight and held her close to him, rocking her limp, crying form.
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Blaine exchanged a small glance with Kurt, his heart aching for the other couple. Kurt gave him a small smile and kissed his forehead, running a hand up under his shirt to touch his warm skin. The contact was comfort enough.
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Rachel sniffled, her nose clogged completely as Finn undressed her, sliding her into the tub of warm water. He stroked her hair and grabbed a washcloth from the back of the toilet and dipped it into the water, running the fabric over her shoulders.
"When you told me…I was just, I was so upset, Rachel. I couldn't focus on anything other than the fact that you just didn't tell me."
Rachel sighed shakily and Finn ran the washcloth down her arm. "The doctor said that miscarriages like that happen all the time, that…that a lot of women don't even know it happens. I was just…I didn't mean to keep it from you, I was trying to figure out a way to tell you."
"I know," Finn said finally. "And I shouldn't have exploded on you like that."
"You were mad we lost something we didn't even know we had." Tears poured down Rachel's face. "I understand that."
Finn tilted her chin up and leaned forward to kiss down her tear stained cheeks. "But taking it out on you isn't understandable."
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"Quiet is good right, that means they've made up?" Blaine asked as Kurt poured him a cup of coffee.
Kurt smiled. "Quiet is good."
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"It was an accident, you know." Finn said quietly. "It wasn't your fault." He told her firmly.
She managed a small nod, her chin resting on the top of her knees. "I know." She whispered, finally. "I know. Nothing I did or didn't do…could have stopped what happened." A shaky sigh escaped her. "I didn't even know I was pregnant."
Finn joined Rachel in the tub, shedding his clothes along next to hers. He slid in behind her and pulled her between his legs. She rested back against him and he kissed her shoulder as he ran the washcloth along her chest.
They were silent for a long time.
He curled hair behind her ear. "You want a baby, right? Someday?"
She nodded. "Yes," She turned until she was sitting on his lap but facing him, she rested her hands on his chest, running her thumbs along his collar bones. "You'd be a wonderful father."
He smiled and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose. "I'm not the only one who would be a good parent, Rachel." A blush spread over her cheekbones; he ran the back of his hand over her cheek. "So pretty." He said softly, pulling her closer…until her lips touched his.
She leaned up out of the water a little, pushing her lips into his, deepening the kiss. His hands traveled lower, gripping her hips before stroking the soft skin between her thighs.
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"Of course, you know what quiet usually means after a fight like that." Kurt smirked and looked at Blaine.
Blaine smiled slowly and bit his lip, letting his tongue run over his lower lip. "Maybe we should fight more often."
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Rachel panted heavily against Finn's chest, legs weak and wobbly, clit still throbbing as Finn lazily stroked her back. His eyes were closed as he rested against the back of the tub.
"We should get you to bed."
Rachel yawned and made a small attempt to get up from her comfortable position on him. "I tried," She murmured. "Let's sleep in the tub."
Finn snorted and gently pushed her up, leaning up to pull the drain in the tub. The water gurgled and spiraled as it rushed down the drain. He slid out of her and picked her up in his arms, setting her down on the toilet to dry her with a big fluffy towel. He kissed her all over as he managed to get her dressed in some underwear and one of his big, comfy shirts.
"Come on," He said softly, picking her up again after drying off. "I got you."
He carried her into their bedroom, shutting the bathroom light off as he passed it and laid her down in bed. He slid some boxers on and ruffled his damp hair before climbing in bed next to her. She snuggled into his side instantly as he pulled the covers up over them both.
"We could try again you know," Finn said softly, resting his hand on her head. Her arm wrapped along his waist. He couldn't tell if she was asleep or not. "For a baby."
"I would love nothing more than to have very loud, tall, awkward, and musically talented babies with you, Finn Hudson." She said sleepily, her words slurring over each other.
He chuckled softly and shook his head. "Let's work on that tomorrow, okay?"
She gave a soft snore in response. Finn smiled, kissed her head and tried to fall asleep as he heard Kurt and Blaine's not so silent love making in the room next door.
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Rachel's head was pounding as she woke up the next day. She moaned softly and turned in bed, searching for Finn's warm body—and finding no-one. She pouted and leaned over his side of the bed to move the alarm clock; she squinted at the time. No wonder he wasn't in bed, it was one in the afternoon.
She could hear bustling and talking in the kitchen and living space and she slowly sat up in bed, running her hands through her messy hair. She managed to pull herself from the tangle of covers and slid some pink shorts on, which Finn's shirt engulfed completely. She yawned and rubbed her eyes as she made her way to the bedroom door.
Rachel pushed it open and saw Finn in the kitchen, trying to unsuccessfully flip pancakes. It was so like him to make pancakes for lunch. She could hear the TV on and heard Kurt say something about an ugly, knock-off vest some girl was trying to pull off. Blaine was the first one who saw her.
He gave her a gentle smile as he ran a hand over the back of Kurt's neck. "Hey, look who's up."
Finn turned his head and smiled at her, motioning her to come out the room. "Hey, you." Rachel rushed into his arms, knocking him back on his heels a little.
He chuckled and rubbed her back, circling her with one arm while he fiddled with the pancakes with his other hand. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
"How you feeling?"
She groaned softly and turned her face into his chest. "Everything hurts…my head…"
"That's what happens when you try and take up residence in a tequila bottle." Kurt's voice flooded to her ears from beside her. He must have gotten up from the couch and went into the kitchen. She could hear him pull mugs out of the cupboard.
Finn placed another kiss on her forehead before clasping both sides of her head with his large hands. She looked up at him as he leaned down to kiss her softly. "I'll get you some Aspirin."
She shook her head and wrapped her arms around him; her one hand sliding up his shirt, the touch of his warm skin against hers provided comfort pills couldn't give. "No," She murmured. "Just…stay here for a second."
He smiled and held her close to him, rubbing the back of her neck and shoulders. He always knew just what part of her body to touch when she needed it. She eventually pulled back because Finn had more pancakes to make, in funny shapes because he never accomplished actual circles. She took the mug of coffee Kurt was holding out to her, along with the Aspirin on the table, and kissed his cheek before heading over to the couch. His eyes widened slightly and he shook his head, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand. Finn snorted.
Blaine smiled at her. "You know, you can't just kiss all the boys in this house whenever you want."
She giggled. "I'm sorry about that…"
He shrugged. "You won't have to deal with me the next time that happens." He winked as Kurt sat down next to Blaine.
"Pancakes are up!" Finn informed them, walking over with as many plates as he could carry. Everyone grabbed their own plate filled with misshapen pancakes and tried to sit on the couch together.
"Finn you're too tall for this—"
"Tall isn't the problem, one of us is too wide." Finn said pointedly at Kurt and he gasped.
"I've been on the Jenny Craig diet for a week now!"
Rachel giggled and snuggled back into the couch between Blaine and Finn. "We're going to break the couch. We can't do this every time we have pancakes! By the time all of us eat, no one can ever move!"
Blaine shrugged, putting a piece of pancake in his mouth. "I don't know why we don't invest in eating at an actual table…"
"Because we can't see the TV." Finn leaned up and grabbed the remote, switching a football game on. Everyone else groaned and Finn playfully glared at Rachel. "One time you could have my side on this."
She stuck her tongue out. "And what do I get in return?"
Finn waggled his eyebrows, making her giggle. Kurt threw a napkin at them. "Don't make me vomit."
"Not on the couch, it's leather." Blaine elbowed him.
"We should invest in a coffee table." Rachel leaned up and placed a syrupy kiss on Finn's mouth.
"How about the last one up in the morning has to sit on the floor." Kurt said pointedly.
Rachel pouted as she pulled back from Finn's lips. "Not fair, I'm hung-over."
"Maybe next time you shouldn't drink anything that looks or tastes like pink." Blaine chuckled.
Kurt stole the remote from Finn, who protested and threatened to the throw a syrupy pancake into the drawer that held most of his designer sweaters, and changed the channel.
"Oh! Bringing up Baby! I love this movie!" Rachel exclaimed.
Blaine winced. "Shouldn't your voice be quieter since you have a hangover?"
Finn smirked and wrapped an arm around Rachel's shoulder, bringing her closer to him as he ate his pancakes.
Eventually, they all grew quiet as they ate their pancakes and watched Cary Grant move along the TV in all his black and white glory.
Well, at least all was quiet until Finn snatched the remote and changed the channel again.
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Bringing up Baby is one of my favorite movies by the way! It's so hilarious :)
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