Where Dreams Take You

Chapter 8

Finn POV

Babies. Tiny, adorable, sometimes smells like old men, babies. It was all Finn had heard about since the girls and Kurt went back home. One minute Puck was excited and telling everyone they knew that Quinn was having a baby, the next minute he was on the phone fighting with Quinn about what they were going to do. If Finn didn't hear about another baby for the rest of his life it would be too soon. Finn groaned and rolled over as Puck was talking on the bed on the other side of the room. "And then she said I'm going to miss her first steps, her first word…why can't she understand that guilt does nothing for me?" Finn made a grunt of agreement and he felt something hit him on the back of his head.

He lifted his head and looked toward him. "What the fuck, man?"

"You aren't even listening to me."

Finn sat up on the bed. "Look, it's all you've talked about for a week. A WEEK! What do you want to do? Grow a pair and do it." Finn dropped back on the bed and sunk down into his pillow.

"It's not that easy. You just wait, one day you're gonna have to deal with something like this and you won't have the easy answer."

"No way. Rachel and I aren't getting into a mess like that. No babies, no way." He heard Puck start laughing loudly and he sat up again. "What the fuck dude, I'm serious. Maybe you're ready for that shit, but you have a kid already. I can't raise a kid. I'm still a kid myself. I'm on the road 24/7. I have a life, Rachel has a life. I'm not ready for that to stop because I think the world needs another tall drummer with mildly good hair."

"You're an ass." Puck grunted and rolled over on his side after shutting off the lights.

"Whatever, just seeing it as it is." Finn closed his eyes, drifting off to the sound of Sam playing the bass in the other room.

"Dadda." Finn turned, his breathing heavy as he hid beside the wall, peeking his head around the corner. He pulled back quickly as the small bundle on the floor made eye contact with him. "Shit." Finn started to walk down the other side of the hall. "Dadda." Finn looked over his shoulder. The small child was walking now, almost appearing to break into a run as Finn's feet sped up. Fuck. He spotted the metal door before he got to it, his legs caving in below him as he tripped forward, his head hitting against the door frame. He looked back. The child looked even bigger, its eyes staring into his. "DADDY!" It growled the voice low and vibrating around him. Finn pushed through the door, climbing the stairs as fast as he could. The door at the top was locked. His heart was pounding. "Daddy….I made poopoo!" The voice sang below him and he peered down between the railings to see the small hand on the railing coming closer with each step. Finn turned back to the door, stepping back and kicking with everything he had as the door sprung open and light flooded into the dark stairwell.

He ran forward, hearing screaming all around him. "Finn, Finn! Please take a picture with me." Finn looked to his right, there were girls everywhere, screaming, holding pens to his face, cameras flashing all around him. He felt like his chest was going to explode. "Finn….LOVE ME!" He saw her step forward. April! She was holding her arms out, blood on her hands. "Get away from me!" He yelled as he stepped backwards, trying to get away from her. He felt the tug on his pants and looked down. "Daddy…change my fucking diaper!" The child's voice was demonic, its eyes glowing red. "FUCK!" He bent down, grabbing the….thing…and tossing it back toward the stair case, turning back toward the fans approaching. "We love you Finn. You're ours, ours, ours…." The voices were echoing in his head as he backed away, the baby approaching him again, crawling with a limp as it fell over each time it moved forward. His legs hit something and he looked back. The ledge was behind him. He turned back as he was being surrounded, voices blurring and pounding in his head. He stepped up on the ledge, looking over the edge, his vision suddenly unfocused. "Stay back. Stay away from me." He yelled with his arms outstretched.

"Finn, give in. You belong to us. We are you." April reached out for him and he closed his eyes as he leaned backward, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he felt himself falling, falling, his arms reaching back for the building. And he knew he was going to die.

THUD

Finn's eyes flew open, darkness surrounding him. His chest was pounding, his heart beating so loud he was sure anyone near him could hear it. He reached up and felt the beads of sweat pouring off of his forehead. He was sitting on the floor in his hotel room. It was a dream. A really fucked up dream, he thought. He gripped his sheets that were wrapped around his body, tangled around his legs and he tried to stand up, pulling himself up on the bed. What the fuck was that? He tossed the sheet to the bed and walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower and looking up in the mirror. He was pale, like he'd seen a ghost…or a demonic baby, he thought. He looked down at his watch; it was the middle of the night. Rach would be sleeping. Fuck.

He climbed in the shower, hoping that the water would wash away whatever was left over from his sweat filled nightmare. He closed his eyes letting the pounding of the water hit his back, bringing his face up and feeling the water against his cheeks. He couldn't shake the feeling that the dream had given him.

He turned off the water, the small stream of water slowing to a trickle as the water droplets spilled down the shower wall. He wrapped himself in a towel and sat down on the toilet, dropping his head into his hands. He needed to get a grip.

He looked over at his hygiene bag and dug through to the bottom to where he had put his phone before bed, clicking through the contacts until he found his wife's face. She'd understand. He clicked the button and he heard ringing on the other end.

"Finn what's wrong." Her voice was groggy but panicked.

"I'm fine. I'm fine. Sorry for waking you." He said softly.

"Oh. No it's fine. Are you sure you're fine?" There was a pause. "Finn it's 3 in the morning. What's wrong?" Her voice was full of concern.

"I had a dream…or well it wasn't a good dream." He said slowly. "I just couldn't shake it; I needed to hear your voice."

She was quiet on the other end, and he almost wondered if she went back to sleep. "Baby, you're sure that's all it is? Do you want to talk about your dream?"

Finn responded quickly. "No, I'd rather forget it; I just needed to hear you."

She made a soft sound on the other end. "Well I don't mind hearing your voice either." She cooed and he was instantly soothed, the thoughts of the dream gone from his body.

"I miss you. More than ever." He hated being away from Rachel, but seeing her last week almost made the hole in his heart grow even wider if that was possible. Holding her even for a brief moment made all of his feelings real again. He had been able to block the longing, the needing of her, but having her again, feeling her body, it made everything fresh again.

"I miss you too baby." Her voice was hoarse, deep.

"You sound sexy when you first wake up." He felt something in his stomach react to her voice. Something she had a way of doing without even trying.

"Mmm…I miss you waking me up…in that special Finn Hudson way." She said in the sexiest voice he had heard and this time the reaction was more south of his stomach.

"Oh yeah…I miss the way your fingers would instinctively grip my hair the moment you started to wake up." His hands were already moving under the towel, his cock hardening with each sound of her voice.

"Uh huh…because I needed more." He could just imagine her in bed right now as he closed his eyes, his hand on his shaft, slowly dragging it up and down his length. He groaned and he heard her soft squeak on the other end.

"Whatcha doin'?" He teased.

"Exactly what you think I'm doing." She said immediately. God he loved his wife.

"Tell me." His tone was firm, demanding.

"Well right now my fingers are exactly where I want your dick." Just hearing her say the word 'dick' caused his own to jerk in his hand. The picture of his wife, sprawled out on their bed with her fingers buried inside of her was all the image he needed as his hand sped up his motions.

"God I want to bury myself inside of you."

"Yes Finn." She said breathily. "Oh God."

He knew Rach could get herself off quickly and he was close as well as he listened to her moaning in his ear. "God Rach…I want to hear you cum baby."

Her breathing was rushed; her voice distant as she groaned and he knew she had dropped the phone. And then he heard the soft scream and his name over and over again and he shot into his hand, his legs tensing as he grunted into the phone, trying to keep himself quiet so he didn't have to listen to Puck tell everyone how he heard him jacking off in the bathroom again.

When his breathing returned to normal, he wiped himself off with the toilet paper beside him. "Hi." He said in almost a whisper.

"You should wake me up at 3am more often." She giggled.

"Anything for you." He joked. "Thank you." He offered seriously.

"Do you feel better now?"

"You have no idea."

She sighed. "I'm happy I can still be there for you even when I'm not." Her voice was cheerful but he could hear the sadness behind it.

"I know baby." He paused, not wanting to deal with sadness right now. "Hey, I never asked how your trip home went."

She was quiet for a minute. "Um…yeah it was fine." He didn't know what it was but suddenly she sounded different.

"You sure?" he questioned.

She laughed lightly, "Of course I'm sure, or I wouldn't have said it was fine, silly."

Fin wasn't sure what was off, but there was something in her tone, but she didn't seem like sharing and he didn't want to push her. The phone call had made him feel better and he didn't get to talk to her often, there was no reason to ruin the moment. "Alright. Well I'm glad it was a safe trip and there were no surprises."

"Yup no surprises at all." She said with a deep sigh. "But how are you doing? Besides waking up horny at 3am."

"Hey, I didn't wake up horny, you caused that." He joked. "You have that effect on me. I think I could be getting a root canal and hear your voice and still get horny."

She laughed loudly and it filled his heart with joy. Her laugh could cure cancer, he was sure of it. "You're exaggerating but I love you for that." She yawned and Finn pulled his phone back to look at the time.

"Hey you've gotta be up in 2 hours. I'll let you go back to sleep."

She whined softly. "Boo. I know you're right but right now I really hate that you're right."

"You always hate when I'm right." He teased.

"That's not true. I'm pretty happy you were right about us all those years ago."

He smiled and nodded even though he knew she couldn't see him. "You're the best thing I've ever been right about."

"Awwww, see that's why I fell in love with you. You know all the right things to say to a woman." She giggled.

"Well don't tell that to everyone, it's our little secret."

"Good because I don't like to share that side of you." She yawned again. "Ok baby, go back to bed, you rock stars need sleep too. I love you, Finn."

Finn smiled. "I love you too baby, night."

The line went dead and he sat there staring at her picture. He really did have the best wife in the world. He stood up, dragging a pair of boxers up his body and quietly opening the bathroom door. He slipped into bed, hoping not to wake Puck. He wasn't in the mood to explain himself. When Puck rolled back toward the window, Finn grinned to himself and lay back on his pillow, his arms crossed above his head. He stared up at the ceiling until his eyes got heavy. He closed them, hopeful that this time his beautiful wife's face would follow him into his dreams.