Trickle, Trickle, Little Drizzle

Disclaimer: I do not own glee. And i'm terribly sorry if this isn't a good one. I can never write a good story.

"Are you ok?" He asked as the sound of his footsteps stopped. She just kept staring at her daughter. Wrapped in a pink blanket and sleeping peacefully. A tear trickled down her face. She forced a smile.

"I'm giving my baby up." She said. She was actually talking to herself, not him. "I'm giving her up for adoption." She continued as if she thinks she needs an explanation for that. As if she needs reassurance. She touched the glass that separated her and her baby. His eyes turned to see the tiny figure that looked like a mini-Quinn. He couldn't help but smile at her even though she was asleep. Quinn pursed her lips together, trying to hold her tears back. Her little movements snapped him back to where he was. His smile turned into a frown. His happy thoughts turned into horrifying thoughts. The beautiful memories turned into dark, dull memories.

"Why won't you keep her?" His eyes caught her tear-filled hazel eyes' attention. "Uhh… I'm sorry Quinn. I just thought that you would keep her. I mean, your mom is ok with it now." He blurted out. His words made her shrug.

Deep inside, he still loved her. He loved her and he loved her baby – their baby, or that's how he took her. The hospital's hallway was busy but not loud. Nurses running back and forth, but between them, it was so silent.

The baby was already awake by then. She blinked her hazel eyes she inherited from her mom and yawned. Quinn chuckled. "9 months, that all I promised her." She murmured. He looked at Quinn, knowing that she wished she'll still be with her. She wished that those 9 months weren't over yet, because it was hard for her to say goodbye to her little baby. His stare ran back to the baby. Her eyes were wide open and they twinkle.

"I miss you." He whispered out of nowhere. She looked at him, the feeling that still lingered in her heart rose up to the surface. She blinked her eyes a couple times. He knew this look. He missed this look. As much as she was in disbelief, she wanted him. She wanted to be that girl again. The girl who fell in love with that young boy again. "Yeah, I miss you." He repeated. Still she didn't reply. If only he knows how much I miss him, she thought. Missing him would only mean that she'll be remembering the old times again. The times she felt guilty for lying about her baby, the times she felt empty when he wasn't around, but also the time when she felt like she needed someone.

I miss you too, Finn, she said to herself. Deep inside her so no one would hear, or be able to tell. She chuckled, "well… You've been gone for a while. Not literally but you know." She decided to say. It hurt him. How she thought he was gone hurt him. Of course, he did not know what she was thinking about, so he wouldn't know that she missed him. Quinn hid her feelings easily. She was so protective of it that no one would be able to tell what she really felt at the moment. Finn could though, sometimes.

Her words echoed in his head. How he wished he could tell her that after she moved out of his house, he spent all his waking hours thinking about her and baby Drizzle. He would cry in his room missing her. He knew it was not that manly of him, but what could he do? He missed her. He missed her presence, her warmth as she slept next to him. He even missed the times when she would wake him up in the middle of the night because she wanted something or her hormones are acting like crazy. He wished that he would wake up the next morning and see her makeup-free face again. Snap out of this, Finn. SNAP. OUT. OF. THIS. He thought.

"I-I'm sorry, Finn. This is not right. I should leave." She started to walk away from him. Both their hearts broke. His mind let her go, for everything she had done; all the cheating with Puck, all the lying about her being his baby, and for making him feel the emptiness in him. His eyes were empty. Hollow. As soon as her eyes weren't locked with his, it dripped a few teardrops. Toughen up, Quinn, toughen up. Drizzle can't see you like this. You're going to sent her off with tears? You want her first memory to be the memory of her mommy crying? She took a deep breath. Trying to convince herself that everything will be ok soon. Until she felt his hand tied around her wrist.

"Wait, Quinn." The words came out of his mouth as he looked at her silky blonde hair. "Tell me what's wrong." He continued. He felt her fingers turned into a fist. She stayed quiet for a little while, trying to regain her voice that she knew was hoarse and shaky from all the crying.

"I've told you earlier. I'm giving my baby up." She lied. "I'm giving my baby up after these past 9 months. How do you think I would feel?" Trying to sound as convincing as possible. He shook his head. She read his lips and his lips said "no". He knew she was lying. He knew it wasn't the truth. She collected herself before she did anything else. She shut her eyes for a moment. Then opened it again.

"I've missed you, ok?" She finally said. His heart broke as she forced her wrist out of his grip. "There's nothing I can do to change this feeling I have for you. I love you, Finn. I love you, I miss you, and I hate myself for that. Happy? Finally you know why!" The tears were running down her cheeks by then. He took her into his awaiting arms and pulled her into a hug. He didn't care if his shirt was soaked. She didn't care if a lot of people are watching her, thinking that she was a lunatic. He loved her, she loved him, and that was all that mattered. He pulled away from her, used his thumbs to wipe the tears off her face and looked at the baby who had been watching them for a while now.

"But you're still upset you're giving Drizzle up for adoption, right?" Why did he even mention that name? He knew he still wished she was his, though. She elbowed him and giggled. They both stood in front of the mirror, looking at the human being Quinn just birthed. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, kissing the top of her head. A small smile formed on their faces.

And that, that was Drizzle's first memory.

Do you think I should write a "Chapter 2" for this story? Please review. Thank you.