Warning: This is a lot of fluff but oh well. Thanks for the reviews.

Finn and Quinn sat on a picnic blanket in the Hudson family's backyard. Rachel was inside making them lunch. She had decided on a picnic lunch to celebrate the beginning of summer. Andy was running around in circles around them, a Popsicle in hand. It was one week since the two of them had met Puck at Dairy Queen. When Rachel had heard she wanted to invite Puck over but whenever they tried to call the number he gave he didn't pick up.

"Do you think we'll ever see him again?" Quinn asked, suddenly.

Finn glanced up at her. "Who?"

She rolled her eyes. "Puck"

"Oh… Puck, I'm not sure, he's pretty unpredictable but I hope so."

"Me too," Quinn answered truthfully.

Andy jumped into his dad's lap at this moment. "Daddy, more!" he shouted, gesturing to the bare Popsicle stick.

Finn laughed, "Sorry, Buddy, it would spoil your lunch."

Andy's lip began to quiver and he burst out crying. "No! I want more!"

Finn shook his head. "What have I told you, Andy? You are a man, right? Men don't cry when they don't get what they want."

Andy pouted for a moment but then gave up, seeing that his dad wouldn't give in. He went back to his previous activity of running around in circles.

Quinn giggled. "You are a good dad, Finn."

Finn's cheeks turned a little red. "Maybe, but what if I can't handle two kids?" he asked. He did look a little worried.

"Trust me, you are going to do great," She responded, giving him an earnest smile.

Finn merely smiled in response. "Are you naming the baby Drizzle?" Quinn asked, giggling as she said it.

He smirked. "I suggested it but Rachel shot me down right away."

Just then said person appeared on the porch. "Finn, get in the car." Rachel said. Her face was almost business-like.

"Why?" he asked.

"My water broke."

Finn stared at Rachel for a moment but didn't move. Quinn nudged him. "Finn, her water broke!" she shouted. At this moment it seemed to click in his head. He jumped up.

"Okay, Rachel, get in the car, everything's gonna be okay. I'll get the stuff. Everything's gonna be fine," he told her. His words raced out of him and were almost incoherent.

Quinn giggled as she watched Finn race into the house. Rachel smirked. "You should have seen him with Andy," she said simply. "Andy, Mommy and Daddy have to go; Auntie Quinn is going to watch you."
Andy sniffled. "But why?" he whined.

"Because, you are going to get a new little brother or sister," Rachel answered with a smile.

The small boy frowned, "Otay," he muttered.

Rachel turned around and watched Finn run by with the hospital bag out the door. "Rachel? Rachel is everything alright?" he shouted.

She rolled her eyes. "Wish me luck."

"Good luck," Quinn answered, an amused expression on her face.

GLEE!

Quinn and Andy were sitting on the living room floor after being forced inside by the rain.

"I want Mommy and Daddy," Andy muttered.

Quinn sighed. "We can go and see them later when the baby comes."

"Now," the little boy commanded, pouting.

"Trust me; you really don't want to see your parents right now." She tried to reason with the little boy but reasoning with two years olds doesn't often work out too well. Andy's lip quivered and he fell to the floor, screaming, kicking, and having a fit. Before Quinn could do anything the phone rang. She jumped to pick it up.

"Hello"

"Quinn? Hey, girl, what's up?" said the voice of Mercedes. "I was calling Rachel for something. Jeez… what is up with all that noise?"

Quinn sighed. "Rachel is having her baby and that noise is Andy having a temper tantrum."

Mercedes laughed. "Well, you can tell Andy that Aunt Mercedes and Uncle Kurt will be there in a few hours."

"Okay… wait, what?"

"Quinn, we are coming down to meet the baby. They want us to come, of course. I already texted Kurt and he can't wait. I have to go pack. See you soon." With that the line went dead.

"Wait, Mercedes, you are going to drive, right? Not the copter," Quinn said though she knew it was pointless. Rachel would not be happy when she got home from the hospital and saw it in her front yard but with any luck she would be too tired to care.

Quinn was about to go back to the problem at hand (Andy had only gotten louder) when the phone rang again. Quinn groaned.

"Hello," she said unenthusiastically. When no one responded she almost slammed the phone down.

Right before she did a voice spoke up. "Quinn? What got your panties in a twist?"

"Puck! Is this important?" She was not in the mood to deal with Noah Puckerman at the moment.

"Are you like attempting to kill someone or something?" Puck asked, referring to Andy's screams.

"Ha ha, it's just Andy, Finn and Rachel's son. He's having a temper tantrum."

"Where is this said couple?" Puck asked, amused.

"They are busy and I am babysitting," Quinn answered. She couldn't help but be reminded of the time she and Puck had babysat together in high school. That had been quite the disaster.

"Why would they leave their spawn in your care?"

"Rachel is having her baby," Quinn responded.

The line went silent for a moment. "Oh… wow. You didn't mention that Rachel was knocked up. I could have gotten some gift or something."

Quinn smirked though she knew he couldn't see it through the phone. "What do you want, Puck?"

"I wanted to call back, after all Rachel did leave twelve messages. Now though, I want to come over and help you babysit."

"I can handle one kid."

"Doesn't sound like it."

"I don't think Rachel and Finn want you coming over. Andy doesn't even know you. You should ask their permission."

Puck laughed. "They love me already. Finn and I were best buds for years. I'm sure they'd love for me to rub off on their son."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "You can't invite yourself over."

In the end Puck did manage to talk Quinn into letting him come over. She couldn't say no to him. She never had been able to, not even in high school. If she had had the ability perhaps sophomore year wouldn't have been such a mess. She really wasn't sure what Puck and her were going to do or why he wanted to come over. It would be very awkward. What was he thinking?

The loud banging on the door did not reassure Quinn. This was a bad idea, a very bad idea. Still she opened it to see him standing there. He was wearing a cut-off shirt and jeans which really complimented his toned body. Quinn had to shake her head to get those thoughts out of it.

"Well, Quinn, aren't you going to say hello?" he asked. He had his eyebrow raised but wore an amused expression.

"Oh, hi Puck," she responded, smirking. He walked inside. Andy lay on the floor asleep. The poor little guy had screamed so much he had tired himself out. Quinn had covered him in a blanket and now he was soundly sleeping, looking adorable.

"So, that's Finn Jr.," Puck stated as he took a step forward to take a closer look at the child.

Quinn nodded. "His name is Andrew Noah Hudson but he does look sort of like a genetic copy of Finn."

Puck stopped and looked at her. "Andrew Noah? They named their baby after me? Why would they do that?"

Quinn shrugged. "I don't know. For all you know Rachel could have had a relative named Noah. Maybe they just liked the name."

But Puck was ignoring her, grinning from ear to ear. "See, I told you they loved me." Quinn merely rolled her eyes.

GLEE!

It was nearly six o'clock now and Quinn had admittedly had a long day. It was a good day but very, very long. Puck hadn't left right away like she had expected, he stayed and despite the fact that he swore around Andy occasionally (which Rachel would have hated) he did alright.

He told her alot about where he'd been. Places that included New York, Mexico, Nebraska, and seemingly everywhere in-between. Plus, much to her surprise he never once inquired about her life. Perhaps he was waiting for her to tell him. She wouldn't, of course, but he didn't know that.

When a helicopter landed in the yard and Kurt, Mercedes, Brittany, and Santana emerged from it, it was her turn to giggle at his astonished face. It was his turn to deal with all the reunions and shocked people; having to explain things you'd rather not explain. Quinn was smirking at him the whole time.

Now the group was sitting around the coffee table drinking tea, waiting for news. Andy Hudson was asleep in Mercedes' lap, clutching the small Teddy bear she had brought for him. Conversation had come to a near halt and so Mercedes and Kurt had resorted to talking of their fashion lines; a conversation Quinn had little to add to.

Finally the phone rang. Everyone glanced at it, anticipation fresh on their faces. Quinn jumped up and scurried over.

"Hello," she said.

"Hey Quinn," said a very exhausted sounding voice on the other line.

"Finn! Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, it's all great. Rachel's doing well and so is the baby."

"Is it a boy or a girl?" Quinn asked the obviously overwhelmed Finn Hudson.

"Oh yeah, a girl named Juliana Carole Hudson."

Quinn grinned. "It's a girl," she told the rest of the room as everyone perked up.

"Congrats to you and Rachel, Finn."

"Thanks, how's Andy?"

"He's been a very good boy. He really likes to hang out with everyone."

"Everyone?"

"Mercedes, Kurt, Brittany, Santana, and… Puck," Quinn said.

"Oh… why's Puck there"

"Kind of a long story," Quinn answered.

"You can tell me later," Finn replied.

Quinn was about to say goodbye when Mercedes grabbed the phone out of her hands. "Congrats lover boy, I doubt Rachel wants you talking all day. Go back to whatever you should be doing. We'll be over in ten minutes," she told him. Before Finn had a chance for a response Mercedes hung up the phone.

After she had set the phone back into the receiver she turned around. "Come on everyone, if we squeeze we can all fit in the minivan." While everyone got up and walked excitedly towards the car, Kurt carrying Andy, Puck sat there awkwardly. Mercedes turned around and looked at him. "You too, Puckerman, I said everyone."

Puck smiled despite himself and didn't argue. They all raced to the car.

GLEE!

Quinn walked down the hall of the hospital. She had been very surprised to learn that Rachel and Finn had asked to see her alone first, after only their parents. Her mind was buzzing with memories as she passed the nursery, which was filled with new babies cocooned in pink and blue blankets. Quinn was brutally aware that in that very place she had last seen her own daughter sleeping in her little cradle.

Tears prickled at her eyes but she took a deep breath to hold them back. It's better not to dwell on the past, she reminded herself. She stopped at room 392 as she was told and pushed the door open.

Rachel was propped up in bed, smiling at her. She looked exhausted with dark circles under her eyes and her hair caked back but she still looked happy. In her arms was a little pink bundle. Finn sat beside her, looking equally tired. When he noticed Quinn he jumped up to embrace her.

"Hey," Finn greeted, giving her a goofy grin.

"Hi, congratulations," she responded, returning the grin. "How are you all feeling?"

"Great," Rachel answered though her voice sounded a little hoarse, proving that her statement was not entirely true.

Quinn looked at the little sleeping child in Rachel's arms. The small girl had a few wisps of brown hair on her head, long fingers, and an adorable button nose. Without even asking Rachel placed her daughter in Quinn's arms.

Quinn rocked the baby. "She is beautiful."

Rachel beamed. "We want you to be Juliana's godmother because we understand you will be in town and near enough to us that if we need or desire you to visit our household you will be here, you and Andy have a wonderful relationship, proving you are a loving companion for children, and," she stopped her rant and took a breath now, "we really love you, Quinn, you mean a lot to our family."

Finn was giving Rachel a look. He clearly wanted to say something along the lines of "Couldn't we just ask her to be the godmother?" but didn't, for the good of his wife. Rachel was still beaming up at Quinn, oblivious to this.

Quinn kept smiling, a tear tracing its way down her cheek. She nodded. "Sure, Rachel, I'd be honored."

Juliana cooed in Quinn's arms and started to fuss so the blonde handed the baby back to its mother.

Soon everyone was in the room, awing and cooing at the baby. Kurt was pronounced to be the godfather and he swore she would be the best dressed girl in Lima (despite her mother's horrible fashion sense). Andy held his little sister though he would have rather been playing with all the grown-ups or watching television on the hospital TV. Rachel hardly allowed television at all at home.

Even Puck seemed excited to meet the baby. If he wasn't excited, Rachel seemed excited to see him. She made him swear to attend dinner the following Friday, an offer to which he agreed to with a sly mischievous smile.

When everyone finally went home and collapsed into wherever it was they were supposed to sleep Quinn couldn't help but wonder if that look on Puck's face was meant for her. Was it possible that he wanted to get back together with her after all these years? Did he still love her?

Haha wow. I like writing in little hints of finchel because they are so cute! If you are reading this story please review if you can even if you don't like it with constructive criticism. It will be easier to become a better author if I know what I'm doing wrong. Sorry this took a little while, I didn't have much time this weekend. Hope you had a good holiday. thanks for reading