They'll name a city after us

Author Note: Okay, here's the deal: I've been hogging around Finchel prompts trying to find something very AU to write, and I instantly fell in love with this prompt, which is named 'Minor Detail'. I made a few changes on the original prompt but nothing too big, and I hope you all enjoy this. It's been a while since I wrote something, so I hope I'm not too rusty either.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Title is a lyric from Us, by Regina Spektor. It's a lovely song, and most of you must know it from (500) Days of Summer, which just happens to be one of my favorite movies.

Rachel thinks Kurt and Blaine are the perfect couple.

They're nice, and they always offer to take her to the doctor, or to massage her feet, to buy her shoes or maternity dresses or take her to the best hairdresser in town, and God, she knows that if she's giving her baby up to anyone, it'll be them.

But she doesn't want to. She has to do it, she knows. It's the right thing to do, after all, giving up her child to someone who'll be able to love it and take care of it and give it a good life, like she would want to be able to do, and Kurt and Blaine are those people, which doesn't make it any easier for her to accept she has finally found two human beings who'll love her child just as much as she will.

The fact is, it's been a while since Rachel Berry had any luck in her life, so she's suspicious (and deep down, she wants this baby more than she can handle).

It all begun with a break-up. Of course, an unexpected one.

Jesse and her had been together for over two years now, and she truly believed they were meant to be from the moment they met until the instant he basically spit on her face to be with someone else. They had met in college – her 3rd year on NYADA – and she fell for him instantly, even though her fathers always warned her to be careful with older men; Jesse was finishing his major on Dramatic Arts and she was following right behind. They made plans, big plans, such as staring together on a musical or two, and he even swore he'd dedicate his first Tony to her. She even met his parents over spring, and she was starting to think that this was it. She has met the perfect guy: Jesse makes her laugh, he brings her flowers every now and then, and they're both so focused on Broadway and their careers it's bound to work. Their lives are amazing, actually… They still don't live together, which gives her plenty of time to work on her first Off-Broadway production rehearsals – she's playing Maria on West Side Story, since she just got out of college – and they see each other most evenings. It works.

That is, until the day he decides she's not what he wants anymore.

That's what he says, "I'm sorry, Rachel, but you're just not what I want anymore. I think we should move on, and if one day, we're reconnected by destiny to act together on Broadway, I really hope we can shake hands and reevaluate our relationship."

For the next month, she eats all the crap she comes to find in her apartment, gains about three pounds, cries as she watches every single sad movie she manages to rent, and when she's done, she's so pissed she's sure she could kill someone. She's angry she has trusted in someone who knew all of her secrets, whom she let hold her at night, which she had cried in front of… And she's angry. Very much so.

Encouraged by her friend Santana, she works the hell out, loses five pounds and buys the sluttiest dress she can find before she burns all of the things Jesse left in her apartment and goes out with Santana to a bar in the city she swears it's the best for one night stands. She normally doesn't do this – to be honest, it's the first time she's out of the apartment searching for a careless, emotionless fuck – but she's confident it'll be just the rebound sex she needs to wipe Jesse away of her mind, at least for a while.

Rachel certainly likes the attention she gets with her slutty, tight and short black dress, and she can't remember the last time she got drunk so fast. It only takes her a couple of shots and this tall, strong, handsome and tanned green eyed guy to greet himself to her and she has his mouth glued on his. His name is Brody, and she likes the way his big hands roam her thighs and how he whispers she's so hot in her ear, next thing she knows they're at her apartment fucking like rabbits on every surface they can find. And for a moment, it just feels so incredibly good, to be able to have wild sex with this really sexy guy who finds her just as sexy, and just forget about Jesse, and erase those two whole years from her mind, and dress like a slut, and get drunk, and all that.

Brody spends the night, and they don't sleep at all. Rachel can't stop kissing him, and it's the first time in a long, long while she feels like she really is sexy and great in bed they basically fuck until the sun rises. With a cup of coffee the next afternoon, though, Brody leaves with a promise of a call, and now that Rachel stops to think about it, she was really naïve to even consider she would get a relationship out of that.

He never calls. In fact, she's the one who has to call him, after all, a month later, she finds out she's pregnant, and it can only be his, after all, the doctor confirms her she's just a few weeks along. She just doesn't know if she's glad her child's father isn't a selfish asshole like Jesse, or she's terrified that the poor baby is the result of a one night stand. There are two things she knows about Brody Weston, and that's his name and that he's fantastic with his fingers, nothing else.

Again, she's left alone.

"I used protection, Rachel, so don't give me any of that crap. I'm not stupid, so don't try to fool me. And don't call me anymore.", he reasons, and her heart breaks a little, because she's Rachel Berry, she doesn't lie… And she's completely honest when she says he's the father, although wait, Brody doesn't know her. There's no way he could tell if she was lying or not.

Santana – as angry as ever seeing her best friend get dumped again – searches every bar she can think of for the guy until one of her own one night stands inform her Brody Weston has just skipped town to live in California.

For the first time in her life, Rachel Berry is completely lost and helpless. The Off-Broadway production of West Side Story is soon over, just as her role as Maria. She doesn't have a boyfriend anymore. She doesn't even get to count on her baby's father. And even though she knows he won't pick up, Rachel calls Brody's cellphone for the next few days, just in hope that maybe he'll call her back.

He doesn't.

She cries a lot.

Cries over herself, cries over Jesse, that always seem to find his way into her mind again, and cries over Brody, the other asshole in her life, but most of all, she cries over her baby. Her poor little baby… The fetus is not even two months old inside of her womb and its life is already so messy…

And she's the one to blame for all of this, for being stupid enough to go after sex right after she gets dumped, she's the selfish one, who has created a life due a night full of lust, and that's when she comes to the realization that maybe, just maybe, she's not what's best for her child.

The first four months are the worst.

The money she has from her role as Maria manages to cover up all of her doctor appointments and vitamins plus her rent, but from her math, she knows that won't last too long. She can't even audition for small parts, knowing she'll have to drop them because of the pregnancy and that soon they'd notice she was with child – she throws up every two hours or so. Santana is helping her, assisting her on her appointments and even helping paying some bills, but she knows she can't rely on her best friend until the end.

So she decides to do what's best for her baby.

It's so terribly sad how she doesn't even know if it's a boy or a girl and she has already made her decision, and it's actually ironical how she grew up promising herself she'd never do to her child the same thing her mother did to her. Yet, here she is, at the Auburn Adoption Center, talking to a very nice, middle aged woman who's speaking a bunch of words on how they'll find the perfect parents to her baby. Maura, it's her name, and Rachel wants to trust her, but she's frightened. For her, this Maura woman is representing the one who's taking away her baby from her.

"So… How does this work?" Rachel asks shyly, biting her lip so hard she can almost taste the blood. She's four months along and she has a bump, and even though she knows she should do her best not to bond with the baby so she won't suffer too much when it's taken away from her, she rubs it gently, as if she feels her child is just as scared as her.

"Well, first things off, I'll give you a list of the couples you should consider." Maura nods as she immediately hands her a pink fold with a sticker, the word 'PARENTS' written on it. "You can take this folder home; take your time to choose whomever you think it's more trustable… Then I can set up a meeting between you and the adopting parents in question. I just want you to know, Rachel, that these people who you're choosing will be in your life all through the pregnancy, so don't rush things. Call me when you're ready."

She thinks she might never call.

The folder remains untouched for another couple of weeks until she decides to pick it up and go through the couples.

Santana disapproves it, telling her if she really wants to keep the baby, that she'll help, they'll get a thousand jobs, that they'll make it work, but Rachel knows better. She wants her baby to have the best life as possible, loving parents, to live on a big loft with a dog and maybe brothers and sisters, and not to be stuck with a mother with relationship issues and that lives alone on a small apartment.

Kurt and Blaine stick out from the list immediately. She smiles at the picture of them holding hands, both with hopeful smiles on their faces, it almost reminds her of her Daddy and her Papa. Kurt, the blue eyed guy, is the owner of a small bakery just down SoHo and Blaine, the short man with the curly hair owns a gym. They have been married for 5 years and have no other children, besides, both of them live on a very fancy loft, like she had imagined. They even have a dog, for God's sake. It's almost funny like she feels she knows them just by a picture and a short description, but she calls Maura right away and asks her to set up a meeting for them to talk.

"They'll be good to you." Rachel whispers to her stomach and wraps her arms around it, feeling her eyes fill up with tears. "I promise."

"Rachel, can we get you anything else? More muffins? Tea?" Kurt chews on his pink lips as he immediately sets another large nest of chocolate muffins in front of Rachel and smiles brightly afterwards, although she's sure he's sweating.

"Kurt, please, I'm okay." Rachel assures him with a giggle, and yes, she was right. Both Kurt and Blaine remind her of her fathers so much it hurts. Kurt is just like Hiram, always playfully singing tunes and trying to prove a point towards his husband, Blaine, who is just like Leroy, caring, worried and just as funny. "Really, don't worry." She brushes her fingers against her stomach once more as she speaks, a habit she just can't let go of.

Ever since she decided she wanted to meet with Kurt and Blaine for the first time, they've met at least other fifteen times, and Rachel has finally made her final call: Today was the day, the special day she'd tell those both sweethearts they'd be the ones who'd really have her baby. She knows it means a lot, not only to her, but to them too. It's a big deal… A huge deal. She's letting go of her child for a greater good, and they're getting a baby in just five months. Five months.

"C'mon honey, let the girl breathe. She does really look okay… At least for now." Blaine chuckles, taking Kurt's hand and holding it with care as they both look to Rachel hopefully. It really scares her, how they look at her like she's holding the moon, and how all of their dreams rely on her now. "So, Rachel, you're about four months along now?"

She nods, taking a sip of her tea before cleaning her mouth and answering. "Yes, I just crossed my sixteen weeks mark. Soon the doctor will be able to tell if it's a boy or girl…" As soon as she looks up to stare back into their eyes she's met with both of them almost drooling on the fact that soon they'll know the sex of the baby.

"D-Do you have any feelings yet? I mean, what's your guess on the gender?" Kurt questions, a little too excited as he hands her another chocolate muffin.

"Well, I…" Rachel gulps, hoping her answer won't disappoint them. "I have a feeling it's a girl, but… I could be wrong, and…"

They don't even let her finish before they're both clapping excitedly and letting out little squeals of happiness, and she assumes, yes, they liked her answer, and she's glad it was an honest one. She does feel like her baby is a little girl, and Rachel knows that in the end, that'll make it even harder for her to let go.

But, again, it hurts her how much Kurt and Blaine are amazing people, since it would be way easier having as an excuse that she hasn't found any couple good enough to raise her child, but she has, and she can't lie. Not to herself, and not to them.

Right after Kurt and Blaine calm down and sit back on the couch in front of her, she sips on her tea quietly as they babble about baby girl names and baby girl clothes, and once more, she feels her heart breaking, how she won't get to do any of those things. She has her children's names picked ever since she was 12, but that doesn't matter now. It's not her baby anymore.

"So…" Rachel clears her throat with a small smile, and Kurt and Blaine immediately start apologizing and telling her they're just overexcited since gay couples normally want a girl to dress up and coo over. "I have something I must tell you both now and that's why I insisted we met on a day the three of us had to be here."

"Oh." Kurt says immediately, and she can tell he's sweating again and they're both holding hands. She's smiles to herself a little wider. "What is it? There's nothing wrong, is it? We apologize if we're too frisky or too… You know, gay, Rachel, it's just that…"

She interrupts Kurt with a small laugh, shaking her head, thinking he looks more like Hiram by the second. "Kurt, it's good news, I promise." She nods, her hand resting on her belly as she looked over to the couple. "I have decided, putting much thought into it for the past weeks, that… I want you both to be the parents to my baby. I really do." She frowns at herself, because she actually has to force the words out of her mouth, like, for the first time, it's all wrong, but the strange feeling goes away as soon as Kurt and Blaine start letting out little screams once more. When they hug, they're already crying, and they even kiss – a little shyly. They're whispering that they love each other and they hug again before they get up in the speed of light to hug her and kiss her cheeks to, murmuring so many thank yous Rachel has never felt so loved her entire life.

After a couple more weeks, they confirm that the baby is a girl.

Rachel cries through the entire ultrasound, and Kurt has to hold her close when it ends, because she can't get up from that chair, not yet, she just can't. She feels so much like Shelby, like the woman she has resented for her choices her entire life, and now she's making the same decisions, like a replay. And Kurt knows, yes, he does know why she's crying so hard: They've become close friends very quickly, both because they spend a lot of time together now and also because of their shared love for Broadway, and she doesn't hesitate on telling him everything, her insecurities, her family issues, everything about Jesse, the little she knows about Brody and all the rest.

After she manages to stop crying, Kurt takes her for ice cream, and they don't need to say anything until Kurt calls Blaine to tell him the news and that he thinks it's time. Rachel has no idea what he means by that until the next minute.

"So, Rachel," Kurt says subtly, putting his soft hand over hers on the top of the bench, making Rachel stop dead on her tracks as she licked her chocolate ice cream. "Blaine and I have been thinking, and… Well, there's a little apartment just above my bakery, and since it's terrible enough to be alone pregnant, we were wondering if you'd like to stay there. I mean, of course, you'd take your furniture and all your things, as you please, and… You mentioned you know how to cook… I'm in need of a baker." He shrugs, and Rachel shakes her head with a small pout, feeling bad that her friend went through the trouble of even thinking of that.

"No, Kurt, no." She shakes her head, although she wants so, so badly to say yes, and the only reason why she doesn't immediately is why Kurt and Blaine already did too much for her and the person she loves the most – her baby girl. "That is so, so nice of the both of you, but… You've done too much already. A place to stay that I can actually afford and a job? It's… It's too much."

"Rachel." Kurt interrupts her and rolls his eyes, holding her small hand in his and squeezing it. "You're the one who's doing too much for us. You're… you're allowing us to love, to raise the most perfect gift life could ever bring to a human being, a child… And besides that, you're our friend, and we love you. Please, let us help. Besides, I do know how much you love to bake." He wiggled his eyebrows at her, finally earning a giggle from the woman.

"Okay, fine." She rolls her eyes back at him, wrapping her arms around her friend and hugging him tight. "Thank you, Kurt. Thank you so much. For everything." She sniffs, doing her best not to cry. Maybe it's the hormones, maybe not.

Soon, she has moved into the small apartment above the bakery, and she loves it.

Santana makes her promise she'll call every day to give her news, and gives her a tight hug before letting her go. Since the rent for this apartment is much cheaper and it's great how she has a job – and a very cool one – just down to where she lives. Kurt and Blaine help her with the furniture and settling everything on its place, and she spends the rest of her savings on painting her apartment and decorating it to make it feel homey, or as homier as a kitchen, a bathroom, a bedroom and a small living room can be.

The only thing that bothers her, though, is that in the corner of her recently painted room – Kurt got her this cute yellow wallpaper with small pink flowers all over it – there's this unoccupied space, the perfect space for a little crib, and maybe even a small changer, but she brushes those thoughts away. She's not keeping her baby, this is all temporary.

Or at least, she thought it would be until her first day of work surprises her.

Rachel's baking her tenth cupcake of the day with a big smile on her lips; she does love baking, and Kurt's bakery keeps her busy on her very first day at her new job. People come in and out all the time, and she stays on this counter with a glass so the costumers could see her working and baking, and it made her smile how kids always stood to watch her with the colorful icings and the toppings of the cupcakes.

It's about four in the afternoon when everything changes.

The bell above the door rings, signaling the entrance of a costumer. Kurt's behind the cashier as the costumers paid for their orders and he's distracted, but she lifts her head from her nearly done Nutella cupcake when she spots the stranger who was just inside.

He's tall, almost two heads taller than her, and he has pale skin. She can see his muscles through his gray shirt, and how his vein sticks out from his strong arms and neck. His hair is messy, dark, and he has the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen – amber, with a huge glow on them – and to help making him the most gorgeous man she was about to meet, he had cute little dimples and freckles spread over his cheekbones and nose.

His smile lights up when he meets her eye, and for a moment, the electricity between them is so strong she has to hold herself on the counter, since she's weak on her knees and for some strange reason, her breathing is shallow.

And she might be dreaming, or maybe it's her romantic self that is making her believe she sees it, but the glow on the stranger's amber eyes is even stronger now that he sees her, too.

a/n: Okay! This will be a two shot and Part 2 will be posted soon... You guys want more? ;)