(Finn's POV)
This was a horrible night. Besides the part where I found out I was a father. Sam and Rachel lost Gabe, and I saw a whole different side of Noah. I feel really guilty about how I treated him ever since that night. "Finn, I just want you to know we have a baby doctor visit next week. And I want you to come with me." I nodded, even though I'm not sure we'll even be together. Quinn was crying again. That's the thing about Quinn… she's always been the dramatic one. Even before all the baby hormones, way back when we first started going out. Everything was a huge deal. The more I think about staying at home all day taking care of a crying baby and hysterical Quinn, the more I don't want to. I thought I was ready to be a father, but now I'm not so sure. I still like partying until morning, and taking off on my motorcycle with my buddies whenever I feel like it. Am I ready to give all that up? "Quinn, we have to talk." I pulled over. "Finn I know you're mad but we can get through this. I know we can." I looked her straight in the eyes. "I don't want to have a baby. And I don't want you to have my baby."
(Quinn's POV)
Was he on crack? What the hell was he thinking? "Finn what the fuck? We have been trying to have a baby ever since the honeymoon! We ordered the crib and the changing table and everything." I was crying now and Finn looked really confused. "I can't believe what you're saying right now!"
"I think it's best for us right now to not have a baby. Rachel needs me, and I'm working way too much to help take care of you and the baby."
"Finn?"
"Yes?"
"Don't you mean Sam needs you?'
(Finn's POV)
Shit. I was totally busted. Rachel and I had a thing in sophomore year of high school. Then she said she wanted a real relationship, blah blah blah. Then we bonded again during Glee Club. Man, that was the best time of my life. Then Rachel met Sam, and I met Quinn. Sam was into theater and stuff, like Rachel. Quinn was a cheerleader, and I was a football player so I thought it all made since. Now Quinn was staring at me furious, doing that one eyebrow up thing she does when she's angry and suspicious. "Can we please stay on topic here? We're talking about me and you. And the baby."
"We were until you brought up Rachel! Finn, whether or not you want to be, you're a father. Okay?"
"No! I don't want to and I'm not going to raise a child!" That had come out louder than anticipated.
"What do you want me to do, Finn? Have an abortion?" I hated to think like that. "Yes, Quinn."
(Quinn's POV)
"Finn Hudson. That's murder. You know I have only a 20% chance of getting pregnant, and you want me to kill my baby? What are you thinking? Gog blessed me with a child and you want to just kill it? So what, you can run off with Rachel and have no responsibilities?!"
"This has nothing to do with her! I am talking-" I got out of the car before I heard the rest. I could hear him shouting after me, but I gave him the finger and kept walking. I dialed Noah's number. I wiped my tears away and he picked up. "Are you alright?" He asked. "No. I'm lost in a weird neighborhood and Finn left me. We got in a big fight. I want to talk to you. Can you come get me?"
"I was on my way at 'no'".
Was it wrong to call Noah? Maybe it was. "Thanks for coming to get me."
"Of course. Do you have a place to stay? No, Don't answer. You're staying at my place. You can have my bed, I'll take the couch. What was your fight with Finn about?"
"He wants me to get an abortion. And there's no way in hell I'm doing that." We pulled into his garage and he helped me out. He showed me to his room and lent me a big night shirt. "Thank you so much for this, Noah. I owe you." He smiled and left. I peeled off my clothes and as I was just standing there in my panties, he walked in with some blankets. I wasn't showing let, thank God. I felt embarrassed, but I didn't want to cover myself up. He dropped the blankets and walked over to me. "I should have knocked." Out of the blue I just started kissing him. A lot. With passion, more than I ever felt with Finn. He took off his shirt, and his jeans, so both of us only had underwear on. "I have to shower," I said. "Need company?" he asked with a huge smirk. He carried me to the shower, still kissing me, and turned on the water. He let me down and took off his boxers, and my panties slid down my legs. "You are so beautiful," he half whispers, half groans in my ear.
After the shower, we were just lying in bed. "I love you, Quinn. And I'm sorry for all the stuff I said earlier. I really am." I didn't know what to say. I still cared for Finn, but he swears he isn't going to be a father. As if he read my mind, Noah says carefully, "Finn may not want to be a father. He's an ass. But I am ready to be a great father to that baby."