(Finn's POV)
It was our five month wedding anniversary and Quinn had a special dinner planned. We had been together since high school. She was my first love, and I was hers. I walked into the doors of our condo and found Quinn sitting at the table with sparkling cider. I have a feeling it would have been champagne, but we were only 19.
"Hi honey." She said with a wide smile. I came over to give her a kiss and said I loved her. "I have a surprise for you in the guest bedroom, but you have to close your eyes." She had bulging eyes and was very excited for some reason. I covered my eyes with my hands and walked slowly to make sure I didn't bump anything. When we were there I opened my eyes to a big banner that read: "WE'RE HAVING A BABY!" My eyes lit up and I smiled so big I could see my cheeks. I turned around to see the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. "I love you so much, Quinn Hudson. And now, you are carrying my own child. I can't believe it! How far along are you?"
"I'm not sure. I just know I'm so excited." I always thought I would be the first one of my friends to have kids, but that was Sam and Rachel. They had a baby boy, and they named him Gabe. Rachel had given birth when she was 17, and they got married at 18. Just then the phone started ringing, and Sam's name was on the screen. "Hey, Sammo! How are you?"
"Finn- I need you here and so does Rachel. She needs Quinn." He stopped to sob. "Sam, what's going on? Everything's going to be okay." He was still sobbing, and Quinn came over to the phone, looking concerned. "It's Gabe. He got so sick just overnight, and we took him to the hospital but it was too late. We had lost him on the way there. He's gone, Finn, gone." By now, Sam was crying so hard he was coughing. Quinn had overheard and we were both crying. "I'll be there soon, buddy. Hold tight." I hung up and set down the phone. Quinn fell into my arms weeping. We packed and drove all the way to New York from Ohio. Quinn couldn't handle this if it were her baby. What if it happened to our baby? My own child? That was the only thing I could think about on our way to meet Sam and Rachel.