'How am I feeling?' Finn asked himself. He didn't know. He just wanted to go home, no … not home, just away from the hospital, anything that would remind him of the past seven months he had spent with Santana and the last seconds of her life. He knew he couldn't get away from the memory of her, especially not when he would take the baby home.

That was another thing he had to think about. The baby. Their – his and Santana's – baby. After the doctor had come in and checked him over, Finn was able to change back into his regular clothes. Quinn had found his keys and went to his house while he was passed out to get a bag together of clothes and baby things. Then the doctor told him they would have to keep his baby at the hospital a little while longer since she was born exactly one month before her due date, but he would be able to take his little girl home the day after tomorrow.

'What am I gonna do?' Finn thought.

"What are you gonna do?" Quinn asked. Finn stared at her sitting next to him on the hospital bed. Was she like reading his mind or something?

"Huh?" he asked, drawing a blank.

"Well, there's so much to do, to think about. Where is your mom? Why isn't she here, Finn? And what about Santana's parents? Are you going to tell them?" Quinn asked, gently.

Immediately, Finn felt guilty. He hadn't even thought about his mom, yet, let alone Santana's parents. Once again he thought to himself, 'What am I gonna do?'

"Finn?" Quinn asked, looking at him expectantly.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Well, um, I'm not really sure yet. I mean, of course we'll have to tell everyone about Santana, you know ..." He trailed off. He swallowed, then continued, "But I don't really want to let anyone know just yet. I don't even know how to tell my mom. I don't want to ruin her vacation with Burt since they didn't get a honeymoon, and they'll be back at the end of the week, by Friday. So I'll tell her then. I don't know if Santana's parents will care." Finn paused, sad for a moment, thinking about the day Santana had called him to pick her up and take her in. "And I guess, we need to notify the school that San won't be coming back like planned and Kurt's still at that school of his and then there's … Glee." He took a shuddering breath, his eyes watering, but he wouldn't cry.

"Are you going to tell them all about the baby?" Quinn asked, her eyes wide.

"I … I'm not sure." Finn looked down at his hands.

Pretty much no one had known that Santana was pregnant except for Finn, Quinn, Finn's parents, Santana's parents and Kurt. Once Santana found out she was pregnant and her parents kicked her out, she had decided to be home schooled and take online classes where no one but Finn and his family could see her and sometimes Quinn, when she came over. She didn't want anyone to see her swell up like a balloon or hear about her swelling up like a balloon. That's why Kurt had been the last to know, at the very last minute. Santana hadn't wanted Kurt to know because she knew he would tell Mercedes and Mercedes would tell Tina and so on and so forth, but it was getting harder to hide her every time Kurt came home for the weekend or a school break, so finally Finn had talked Santana in to coming out of hiding. Kurt had been shocked, but supportive, going out to buy things for the baby.

Quinn shook her head, "You don't have to if you don't want to, Finn."

"I want to," Finn said. "I don't want her growing up thinking I was like ashamed of her or something," he paused, "That, and I don't know how much longer Kurt can keep quiet about the baby. It's just, I really don't know how everyone will take the news of a baby, on top of … the other thing."

"It's good news. The baby …" Quinn paused and wrinkled her nose, "I'd really like to stop calling her the baby." Then she laughed. Her laughter was genuine and rang out clear as a bell.

Finn was surprised at her laughter, but then joined in.

"Did you and San come up with a name for her?" Quinn, still laughing, asked. Finn stopped laughing and started thinking.

"No," he dragged the word out. "We came up with a middle name ..." Seeing Quinn's disappointed look, Finn burst out, "But we can use it for her first name, I think." Quinn gave him a tiny smile and he smiled back at her. It felt weird, smiling.

After a long pause, Quinn said, "Well?" and gave him a look that said he should have already told her what it was.

"What? Oh, uh, Brinn." He smiled, thinking about the day Santana had told him she wanted their little girl's middle name to be Brinn. Quinn's smile was back on her face. "I thought it'd be nice to name her after you and Brit since San loves … loved you both so much, so she combined your two names and got Brinn." Quinn threw her arms around Finn and said, "I don't know what to say. Thank you."

"So you like the name?" Finn asked, unsure.

Quinn nodded. "Of course." They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, both feeling better than they had all day. "Hey, you know what you should do?" Quinn said. When Finn looked at her with a quizzical look, she said, "Name your baby after Santana."

Finn gave her a strange look. "You mean, name the baby Santana?"

Quinn laughed for the second time that day. "No, like give her a similar name to one of Santana's names."

"Oh, cool, 'cause the other idea would be weird." Finn laughed, too. Then he sighed, "Santana Maria Lopez."

"She always hated her whole name because it sounds like the boat." Quinn grinned at the memory. All of a sudden Quinn started spouting off names that start with "S", "Sandy, Sarah, Sonia ..."

"Simile."

"What?" Quinn looked at Finn weirdly.

"Yeah, Simile," Finn nodded, totally confident in what he was saying. "I saw this play once and the girl who fell in love with that one god, you know the one who has the lightning bolts and stuff –"

"Zeus."

"Yeah, him. So anyways, that girl that fell in love with Zeus was named Simile, but then Zeus' wife ..." Finn trailed off and cleared his throat. "It was a stupid name."

They now sat in awkward silence. Quinn grabbed Finn's arm, "Finn! I know what you should name your baby!" She was so excited she started tapping his arm over and over and over again. "Brinn Marie Hudson!"

When Finn didn't respond, she settled down and said, "I mean, if you want to name her that, but you still have time to decide on something else and you know ..." Quinn noticed she was rambling so she stopped talking. Finn threw himself backwards on the bed and let out a breath. Then he sat up again and rubbed his face with his hands.

He turned to Quinn and took her hands, "It's not that I don't like the name." Finn spoke slowly, "It's just, it kinda makes me sad that Santana will never get to name her daughter, ever, and it just hit me all of a sudden." Quinn nodded, and Finn said, "So, Brinn Marie Hudson it is."

**So I made up information in this story. Please let me know what you think, good or bad. If I made any grammatical errors, sorry!