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G through L › Glee
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
5,663
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Glee and I make no money from this piece of writing.
Nursery
This is the second chapter of the three I promised! Things are wrapping up but there are still a few more chapters to go. I hope the people who are reading are enjoying! Oh, and in my last update I forgot to thank musiclover153, Confu, and brebaby947 for taking the challenge [jk:] and reviewing my story! Thanks guys! Much appreciated :] Here’s Chapter 15: Nursery, I hope you like it!
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The one and a half weeks after the sonogram appointment were interesting. The weather started changing and it started getting colder. Finn’s belly got even larger but he seemed to get chiller and chiller. Like calm though, not icy. He no longer looked annoyed every time he saw me and that was kind of good for us. I mean we were both running out of friends really fast, I’d been kicked off the football team, and the only place Finn seemed happy anymore was his house or the choir room. I was happy there too. There was music, singing, dancing, I got to show off for Finn a little. It was a nice distraction from homework and my new job at the coffee house.
There was always the time though when the distractions had to end and real life had to start…
I had just gotten back from my job at the coffee house when I noticed the lights were on in the front room. I groaned as I parked the car in the driveway. Mom wanted to talk to me…
“Yes Mom, I put the recycling bins back in the garage,” I called, slamming the door and throwing my keys down on the little table in the foyer.
“Noah honey, come in here please,” she called back.
I groaned loudly but went to see what she wanted anyway. I’d gotten the bins in before I’d left for work but this was probably for something else like not emptying the dishwasher, or forgetting to clean the sink after I’d shaved. I walked into the front room.
“Guess who’s here?” she asked happily from the couch.
I smiled. “Hey Finn.” I saw him sitting next to my mother smiling at me. It wasn’t like I could miss him, he was as big as house by now.
“Hey,” he said hoisting himself up. He gave me a hug and I actually hugged him back. “I’ve got something to show you.”
“Okay,” I said noticing that my mother had broken out the old photo albums in my absence. “What is it?” I asked hoping to God that she hadn’t shown him… no what am I talking about? All of the pictures of me when I was a kid most likely have him in them too. We grew up together.
“It’s at my house,” he said. His excitement was so obvious, it radiated from him. “I finished the baby’s room.”
“Really?” I asked. “Wow, um, let’s go.”
“Finny, don’t forget this,” my mom said coming to his side and putting an album in his hands.
“Thanks,” Finn said giving her a little smile.
Finn and I walked silently across the street to his house. Flurries were falling down from the clouds and could be seen reflected in the streetlights. The snow was actually sticking to the roads for the first time this season so no cars came up or down the street; we walked right through the middle of it.
When we reached his house Finn pushed open the door and the first thing I saw was his family’s gigantic, lit up Christmas tree with ornaments, little red bows, small fake doves, and candy canes. It had so many lights on it it looked like it could burst into flame any moment! It looked like something out of a television special.
“Dude, wasn’t it just Thanksgiving?” I asked frowning at the brightly lit tree.
“My mom likes to start things early,” he muttered. “She went out shopping yesterday and the decorations have already been out for a few weeks.”
“Where did you even find a tree this early?” I asked.
“It’s fake,” he laughed. “She dug it up from the basement. I know it’s kind of ostentatious but…”
“Ostentatious?” I asked raising an eyebrow.
He blushed. “Now that I’m pregnant I have a lot more time for studying. Come on Puck.”
Finn took my hand and started to pull me away upstairs. He took me past his mother’s room and past his room and finally to a room at the end of the hallway.
“When I first started I didn’t know if we were having a boy or a girl so I kept everything kind of unisex, yellows and pastels and stuff, but when we found out we were having a boy I redid the paint-”
“You painted?” I asked, immediately starting to worry about the fumes.
“Okay, my mom painted,” he said rolling his eyes. “But I designed everything else by hand.”
“Just let me see it!” I said smiling.
His face reddened. “Wait here for a sec.”
“Finn-” I began to say but he slipped into the room surprisingly fast and shut the door behind him. I shook my head but laughed anyway.
“Okay,” he said, cracking the door and poking his head out of it a little bit. “Don’t laugh.”
“Why would I laugh?” I asked.
“I don’t usually do this kind of stuff,” he said quietly. “You know people don’t think I’m creative because I play sports— well I used to play sports anyway but…”
“Just let me see it,” I said. “I won’t laugh and I think you’re very creative.”
Finn smiled and opened the door wider to let me inside.
I stepped in and looked around. “Finn, wow… this is… this is wonderful…”
It was like baby paradise in the room which I noticed was larger than his room and that made me happy. In the corner was a nice sized crib with very fluffy looking teddy bear bedding, and just to the side of the crib was a changing table. A little dresser was on the wall with the door and standing on top of it was a little porcelain lamp. The walls were definitely weren’t yellow, they were a misty blue under a spattering of green. They were like a sponge died Easter egg.
“The walls look better in natural light,” he muttered. “But my mom did a great job.”
“Yeah… where did you get the furniture?” I asked noticing a bookshelf along the far wall and a rocking chair near the window.
“Well my sister and her husband had their baby five years ago,” he said. “And they wanted to have another but they can’t so they gave it to me.”
“Oh, wow… I wish you would have told me Finn,” I said. “I could have helped.”
“Well…” he muttered sitting down in the rocking chair. “Finishing the baby’s room was kind of my thing… Like if someone teased me at school, or if we had a fight, or I was mad at you. I would just come here and work on the room and I would feel slightly better.”
That made me feel like shit.
“It’s beautiful,” I said though. “I can really see our baby loving it in here.”
He smiled and started to rock back and forth in the chair slightly, looking peaceful.
I went to his side and kneeled down. He still had the photo album and had it resting on his belly. I took it and started flipping through it. I smiled. The first pictures in the book were of our joint fourth birthday. My birthday was in April and his was in late December but that didn’t stop our mothers from saving a couple of bucks and putting them both together sometime in the middle of summer.
“Do you remember this?” I asked putting the album back on his belly.
He looked down and smirked. “Yeah, you pushed my face in my cake and ripped open all of my presents…”
“I wanted to know who got cooler Power Rangers and you were taking too long,” I said. “But you got me back. Remember the moths you put in my bedroom? Scared the shit outta me when I turned on my lights that night.”
He smiled. “We were such jerks to each other…”
“Yeah, I hope this little one won’t be half as much of a jerk as I am,” I said patting his belly gently.
“You’re in luck then, because he only has half of you jerk DNA so that means he’ll only be unruly,” Finn joked.
I laughed. “An unruly, curly headed, half Jewish little boy with blue eyes?”
“Depends,” Finn said looking down at me. “How strong do you think your genes are?”
I reached up and kissed him. He was laughing when I pulled away. “Oh Finny, you know I hate it when people laugh after I kiss them,” I groaned.
“I’m sorry!” he giggled. “You just took me by surprise! You know I don’t like that!”
“It was the perfect time to kiss you though…” I grumbled. “You ruined it.”
“I never knew you thought that much about it,” he said, calming down.
“I do…” I insisted.
“I thought we weren’t gonna do this again,” he said with a sigh. “We had an argument that last time.”
“I promise I won’t try to get into your pants again,” I said.
He smiled. “Thanks, you have no idea how much pressure that is.”
“Pressure?” I asked. “Why?”
“Because, idiot, making you happy is important to me but I can’t do that when I have so much weight on my shoulders,” he muttered.
“I totally thought you were gonna say weight on my ass,” I laughed. He frowned at me. “Sorry, no, I get it Finn. Your happiness is important to me too and I’m sorry I’ve been being such an ass lately.”
“Apology accepted,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you. This is your baby too and I shouldn’t have kept you away for so long.”
I nodded my head and we became silent.
“Are we actually talking, talking?” he asked me.
“Yeah, we are Finn,” I answered.
Finn and I stayed in our baby’s nursery for the rest of the night talking and sometimes kissing. It smelled so good in there, like powder and lavender. I didn’t smell paint once.
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The one and a half weeks after the sonogram appointment were interesting. The weather started changing and it started getting colder. Finn’s belly got even larger but he seemed to get chiller and chiller. Like calm though, not icy. He no longer looked annoyed every time he saw me and that was kind of good for us. I mean we were both running out of friends really fast, I’d been kicked off the football team, and the only place Finn seemed happy anymore was his house or the choir room. I was happy there too. There was music, singing, dancing, I got to show off for Finn a little. It was a nice distraction from homework and my new job at the coffee house.
There was always the time though when the distractions had to end and real life had to start…
I had just gotten back from my job at the coffee house when I noticed the lights were on in the front room. I groaned as I parked the car in the driveway. Mom wanted to talk to me…
“Yes Mom, I put the recycling bins back in the garage,” I called, slamming the door and throwing my keys down on the little table in the foyer.
“Noah honey, come in here please,” she called back.
I groaned loudly but went to see what she wanted anyway. I’d gotten the bins in before I’d left for work but this was probably for something else like not emptying the dishwasher, or forgetting to clean the sink after I’d shaved. I walked into the front room.
“Guess who’s here?” she asked happily from the couch.
I smiled. “Hey Finn.” I saw him sitting next to my mother smiling at me. It wasn’t like I could miss him, he was as big as house by now.
“Hey,” he said hoisting himself up. He gave me a hug and I actually hugged him back. “I’ve got something to show you.”
“Okay,” I said noticing that my mother had broken out the old photo albums in my absence. “What is it?” I asked hoping to God that she hadn’t shown him… no what am I talking about? All of the pictures of me when I was a kid most likely have him in them too. We grew up together.
“It’s at my house,” he said. His excitement was so obvious, it radiated from him. “I finished the baby’s room.”
“Really?” I asked. “Wow, um, let’s go.”
“Finny, don’t forget this,” my mom said coming to his side and putting an album in his hands.
“Thanks,” Finn said giving her a little smile.
Finn and I walked silently across the street to his house. Flurries were falling down from the clouds and could be seen reflected in the streetlights. The snow was actually sticking to the roads for the first time this season so no cars came up or down the street; we walked right through the middle of it.
When we reached his house Finn pushed open the door and the first thing I saw was his family’s gigantic, lit up Christmas tree with ornaments, little red bows, small fake doves, and candy canes. It had so many lights on it it looked like it could burst into flame any moment! It looked like something out of a television special.
“Dude, wasn’t it just Thanksgiving?” I asked frowning at the brightly lit tree.
“My mom likes to start things early,” he muttered. “She went out shopping yesterday and the decorations have already been out for a few weeks.”
“Where did you even find a tree this early?” I asked.
“It’s fake,” he laughed. “She dug it up from the basement. I know it’s kind of ostentatious but…”
“Ostentatious?” I asked raising an eyebrow.
He blushed. “Now that I’m pregnant I have a lot more time for studying. Come on Puck.”
Finn took my hand and started to pull me away upstairs. He took me past his mother’s room and past his room and finally to a room at the end of the hallway.
“When I first started I didn’t know if we were having a boy or a girl so I kept everything kind of unisex, yellows and pastels and stuff, but when we found out we were having a boy I redid the paint-”
“You painted?” I asked, immediately starting to worry about the fumes.
“Okay, my mom painted,” he said rolling his eyes. “But I designed everything else by hand.”
“Just let me see it!” I said smiling.
His face reddened. “Wait here for a sec.”
“Finn-” I began to say but he slipped into the room surprisingly fast and shut the door behind him. I shook my head but laughed anyway.
“Okay,” he said, cracking the door and poking his head out of it a little bit. “Don’t laugh.”
“Why would I laugh?” I asked.
“I don’t usually do this kind of stuff,” he said quietly. “You know people don’t think I’m creative because I play sports— well I used to play sports anyway but…”
“Just let me see it,” I said. “I won’t laugh and I think you’re very creative.”
Finn smiled and opened the door wider to let me inside.
I stepped in and looked around. “Finn, wow… this is… this is wonderful…”
It was like baby paradise in the room which I noticed was larger than his room and that made me happy. In the corner was a nice sized crib with very fluffy looking teddy bear bedding, and just to the side of the crib was a changing table. A little dresser was on the wall with the door and standing on top of it was a little porcelain lamp. The walls were definitely weren’t yellow, they were a misty blue under a spattering of green. They were like a sponge died Easter egg.
“The walls look better in natural light,” he muttered. “But my mom did a great job.”
“Yeah… where did you get the furniture?” I asked noticing a bookshelf along the far wall and a rocking chair near the window.
“Well my sister and her husband had their baby five years ago,” he said. “And they wanted to have another but they can’t so they gave it to me.”
“Oh, wow… I wish you would have told me Finn,” I said. “I could have helped.”
“Well…” he muttered sitting down in the rocking chair. “Finishing the baby’s room was kind of my thing… Like if someone teased me at school, or if we had a fight, or I was mad at you. I would just come here and work on the room and I would feel slightly better.”
That made me feel like shit.
“It’s beautiful,” I said though. “I can really see our baby loving it in here.”
He smiled and started to rock back and forth in the chair slightly, looking peaceful.
I went to his side and kneeled down. He still had the photo album and had it resting on his belly. I took it and started flipping through it. I smiled. The first pictures in the book were of our joint fourth birthday. My birthday was in April and his was in late December but that didn’t stop our mothers from saving a couple of bucks and putting them both together sometime in the middle of summer.
“Do you remember this?” I asked putting the album back on his belly.
He looked down and smirked. “Yeah, you pushed my face in my cake and ripped open all of my presents…”
“I wanted to know who got cooler Power Rangers and you were taking too long,” I said. “But you got me back. Remember the moths you put in my bedroom? Scared the shit outta me when I turned on my lights that night.”
He smiled. “We were such jerks to each other…”
“Yeah, I hope this little one won’t be half as much of a jerk as I am,” I said patting his belly gently.
“You’re in luck then, because he only has half of you jerk DNA so that means he’ll only be unruly,” Finn joked.
I laughed. “An unruly, curly headed, half Jewish little boy with blue eyes?”
“Depends,” Finn said looking down at me. “How strong do you think your genes are?”
I reached up and kissed him. He was laughing when I pulled away. “Oh Finny, you know I hate it when people laugh after I kiss them,” I groaned.
“I’m sorry!” he giggled. “You just took me by surprise! You know I don’t like that!”
“It was the perfect time to kiss you though…” I grumbled. “You ruined it.”
“I never knew you thought that much about it,” he said, calming down.
“I do…” I insisted.
“I thought we weren’t gonna do this again,” he said with a sigh. “We had an argument that last time.”
“I promise I won’t try to get into your pants again,” I said.
He smiled. “Thanks, you have no idea how much pressure that is.”
“Pressure?” I asked. “Why?”
“Because, idiot, making you happy is important to me but I can’t do that when I have so much weight on my shoulders,” he muttered.
“I totally thought you were gonna say weight on my ass,” I laughed. He frowned at me. “Sorry, no, I get it Finn. Your happiness is important to me too and I’m sorry I’ve been being such an ass lately.”
“Apology accepted,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you. This is your baby too and I shouldn’t have kept you away for so long.”
I nodded my head and we became silent.
“Are we actually talking, talking?” he asked me.
“Yeah, we are Finn,” I answered.
Finn and I stayed in our baby’s nursery for the rest of the night talking and sometimes kissing. It smelled so good in there, like powder and lavender. I didn’t smell paint once.
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