Finally, a new chapter. I know it's taken me a bit to get this one out to you all and for that I'm sorry. I hate to say it but I lost my focus and drive on this story for a bit, but after getting settled and situated I found my way back to it. So for those of you who have patiently waited all this time, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, and for those of you who still are, I love you.

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"Blue!"

"Red!"

"Blue!"

"Red!"

"BLUE, BETH."

"RED, BALEN!"

"Christ on a cracker, will they ever stop?" Puck grumbled as he and Quinn entered their kitchen, "They've been at it all day."

"I know, and at this rate we'll never get the baby's room done," Quinn agreed as they set down their shopping bags and began unloading, the day having been set aside for finally converting what used to be Beth's room into the nursery, "I mean Elliot will be here before the cribs put together."

"I think you said Grant wrong," Puck snapped quickly as he pulled out a paintbrush and smiled.

"They're not naming him Grant, Puck."

"They're not naming him Elliot, Quinn."

"Cause they're naming him Finn, bitches," Finn interrupted as he entered the kitchen with the rest of their bags, "I know it, you know it, deal."

"Like hell they'd choose that name," Puck snorted as he pulled a can of paint towards him and began prying the top off, "It's not even a real name."

"Uh, pretty sure it is Puck," Finn disagreed as he motioned to his body, "I mean unless I'm not real."

"You're not real?" Quinn cooed in awe.

"Inception?" Puck asked lowly.

"Screw you both," Finn pouted as Quinn and Puck laughed, the arguing from upstairs growing louder as Balen and Beth emerged from the stairs.

"All I'm saying is every baby boy's room is blue, and I want to do something different and unique," Beth stated as she made her way to the fridge, "Something that's interesting and original, something that only our baby will have."

"And all I'm saying is that's stupid," Balen objected while hopping onto the counter, "Our kid isn't even gonna remember his nursery anyways."

"I will," Beth snapped as she snatched out a water bottle before slamming the fridge shut, "And I'll remember that you wanted him to have a boring blue room."

"It's not boring!"

"It's racecars!"

"Racecars are awesome," Finn chimed in as he ran a paintbrush across his cheek, the fighting silenced momentarily as everyone turned to stare, "What they are? And you know what else is awesome? The name Finn."

"Here we go," Puck grumbled as he shook his head and began stirring the paint, "This conversation again."

"There is no conversation," Quinn smiled while tapping a paint stick against Puck's nose.

"Thank you Quinn-"

"Because they're not naming him Finn, they're naming him Elliot." Finn's face quickly fell as Puck chuckled, Quinn feeling more than triumphant as she began heading upstairs.

"Elliot? El-that's a dumb fuck of a name, you can't do anything with Elliot," Finn argued as he followed behind, "But Finn, the possibilities are practically endless. You can make Phineas, Phinley, Phoenix-Phoenix! Oh who doesn't want that name?"

"He doesn't realize those aren't spelled with F does he?" Beth asked sadly.

"Not at all," Puck grinned, grabbing his paint cans and heading for the stairs, "And we're ready to go here by the way, got blue and red just waiting to be used so if you two could make up your minds-"

"RED-"

"BLUE-"

"Balen-"

"Beth-"

"Right." Puck shook his head as he climbed the stairs, the two teens left to bicker as he made his way to the nursery.

"I really like the duck print," Jacob was saying as Puck entered the room, he and Kurt looking over the wall paper patterns they had taped up while Quinn and Finn continued bickering in the closet, "I think it's cute, very baby friendly."

"But it's been so done to death," Kurt dismissed as he scrunched his nose, "I mean what baby hasn't had ducks or some other type of various animal in their room. It's cliché, it's old news-"

"It's a nursery," Puck chimed in, furrowing his brow as he stared at Kurt.

"It's not just a nursery, it's our grandson's nursery thank you very much," Kurt corrected as he yanked down the duck wallpaper, "It's important and special, and I want it just right for the little guy, which doesn't include ducks."

"You sound like Beth-"

"Those two have been at it all morning, my God," Jacob whispered and sighed as he shook his head, Puck patting his shoulder as they stepped back and let Kurt work.

"Anyways, I was thinking of this one," Kurt informed them as he lightly flicked a starry pattern, "It's more whimsical and magical, very Peter Pan-"

"Kurt, for the last time, we aren't painting Never Never Land," Jacob quickly dismissed as he crossed his arms, "We did that for Balen's room and he ended up hating it-"

"He didn't hate Peter Pan!" Kurt shrieked as he turned around, "The painter should have never included Captain Hook, if he had just stuck to the Lost Boys-"

"Kurt," Jacob interrupted as he shook his head, "Let it go ok babe, it's time to move on." Puck stifled a laugh as he watched Kurt stick his nose in the air, turning away from the two men and re-focusing on another pattern.

"I like Winnie the Pooh," Quinn announced as she stepped out from the closet, screwdriver in hand as she changed the bulb, "Classic Winnie the Pooh, that was my nursery when I was a baby."

"Yeah? Mine was Noah's Ark," Puck grinned proudly.

"Surprise, surprise," Jacob murmured.

"Oh yeah?" Puck shot back as he punched the other man's arm playfully, "Well what was yours hot shot?"

"Army, my walls were camo and I had G.I. Joe soldiers on my sheets."

"Fuck that's cool," Puck bit out as Quinn rubbed his shoulders to soothe his defeat.

"Well I beat you all, I had cowboys and Indians," Finn stated proudly as he smiled, "So suck it."

"Uh, had cowboys and Indians?" Puck laughed as he cocked his eyebrow, "Your old room still has that same wallpaper."

"I-I really liked it ok?" Finn defended as he hung his head, "Why's there so much judgement right now?"

"What about you Kurt, what was your room?" Quinn asked as she shifted the focus from a still wounded Finn.

"Mine was-I'm so ashamed…mine-mine was fish," Kurt said sadly as he nudged his foot against the carpet, "Fish, nothing but fish, just-everywhere."

"Like, the ocean kind?" Jacob asked as he tried not to wince.

"Like, the fisherman kind," Kurt answered sadly, "My mobile was a small fishing pole with bait spinning around. There were nets and boats and-I can't even talk about it." The group grew silent as they all envisioned the room, Puck wondering how Kurt had come out so gay after all of that while Finn played the jingle from the Captain D's commercial.

"That's awful," Quinn whispered.

"I know," Kurt mumbled sadly, "So now you see why I want this room to be perfect ok?"

"Well it's not really up to us," Puck pointed out as he nudged his head to the door where Balen and Beth's voices were growing louder down the hall, "It's up to them."

"And we've decided on red," Beth answered proudly as she entered, Balen shaking his head as he threw his hands up.

"Beth-"

"Balen-"

"Weren't you guys supposed to have something picked forever ago?" Jacob asked as he began pulling the wall paper samples down, "Like don't you have to know before the baby shower so people can buy the right stuff?"

"Well since we didn't know because someone can't just agree with me and make a decision," Beth barked, "We just didn't register for anything with a pattern or design."

"And now we're still stuck a month later because someone is too busy being pretentious and dumb," Balen griped, Beth beginning to tear him apart but cut off by her uncle.

"I don't get it, why not do both?" Finn asked confused as he looked between the two.

"What?" Beth asked agitatedly, staring at Finn as he shrugged and picked up the paint cans.

"Paint them both colors," he repeated, "Paint two walls red, two walls blue."

"Why so we can have a patriotic theme, no thanks," Balen dismissed quickly while laughing.

"No, not patriotic," Quinn agreed as she thought it over, "You could do anything, you could do those racecars-"

"No!"

"Or you know, something else," Quinn rushed out as she tried to calm Beth, "But I think it'd be cool to do different colors, that's different, isn't it Beth?"

"Yeah, I guess," Beth agreed, "But what would we put with it? Can't put ducks-"

"Damn it," Jacob whispered, Puck patting him as they watched the debate continue.

"Fire trucks?"

"The zoo!"

"Trains? Like the whole tra-no? No to trains, fine."

"What about boats?" Finn asked carelessly as he picked up a bath toy from one of the bags and made it move as if at sea, "Boats are kinda awesome. They like, float and stuff."

"Wow, way to assess that situation Finn," Puck chided, Quinn swatting at her husband as Beth spoke up.

"No, no I like it," Beth agreed, "We could do like a nautical theme or something, with like little sailboats and anchors and stuff! That'd be really cute!"

"My God she's actually happy," Puck confided in Quinn as he turned away, Beth hearing her dad and ignoring his comments as she continued brainstorming.

"This is perfect, and maybe we can incorporate-"

"Kurt I love you, but I don't think Peter Pan is gonna work into the idea," Beth interrupted, Kurt's smile fading as he shrugged.

"Worth a shot anyway," he said softly.

"Ok, now that this crap is finally done," Puck grunted as he got up, "We get to do the even more fun job of painting. Finn, Balen, grab brushes."

"Wait, I have to paint?" Finn whined, "I just masterminded this whole damn thing, don't I get a reward?"

"Yeah, the reward of me not making you go home to Berry and her Spring cleaning," Puck shot back.

"I hate it, I hate this time of year," Finn pouted as he bent down to reach a brush, "It's not even Spring anymore, it's May!"

"May is in Spring, Finn," Kurt corrected with a worried glance.

"Oh, really? I thought it was summer." No one said anything as they all stared with confusion at Finn, the taller man dismissing them all as he continued to complain.

"Well whatever, you know what I mean. And anyways who looks and examines a toilet before they pee? You don't, you just do your thing and go ya know?"

"God is that what she's been doing today? We had to push the rehearsal dinner from tonight to tomorrow because she had "urgent business" to tend to today," Quinn groaned as she crossed her arms, "Needless to say Carole was less then pleased."

"Well I for one don't mind it a bit," Beth added as she awkwardly eased her way down onto the floor, "The less I have to waddle down the aisle the happier I am."

"But it's cute when you do," Puck smiled as he imitated her walk, Quinn turning away to laugh as Beth pouted.

"Haha, you're sooo funny dad," Beth muttered as she rolled her eyes, "Can't believe it's almost time for the wedding."

"I can't believe it's almost time for this baby!" Quinn squealed as she sat down next to her daughter and began rubbing her belly, "I mean any day now you're gonna become a mommy and I'm gonna be a grandma! Seems like yesterday you were crying in your room and hiding your pregnancy."

"Lying to your father and covering up your nausea," Puck played along.

"Yelling at your boyfriend and calling him names-oh wait, you still do that," Balen said flatly as Beth chunked a towel at him.

"Well now that the room dilemma is over I guess the next thing to decide is a name," Jacob yelled over his shoulder at Beth, "You two thought of any?"

"Finn," Finn said flatly, ignoring the annoyed glances he garnered and continuing to paint.

"Well at first we thought of every one but the one we wanted," Beth sighed, resting on her mom's shoulder as she rubbed her stomach, "We had gone through A to Z backwards and forwards, and not one name had stuck right with us."

"Uh, maybe for you," Balen spoke up, "But I was perfectly happy with Balen Jr."

"Or Finn."

"We were never gonna name him Balen Jr. babe."

"Notice she didn't dismiss Finn."

"Anyways," Beth cut through as she smiled, "We kept on trying to find a name-"

"Well what about Lexington?" Kurt tried, "Or Brantley, or Thatcher, or-"

"Must you pick the most God awful names?" Jacob joked, shaking his head as he turned towards Beth, "What you need is a strong, sturdy name-"

"Right, so we-"

"Like Finn?"

"No, like a Jackson or John. Maybe Carter or Theo-"

"Well it's funny because I was talking to Mi Ma and she actually-"

"I like Elliot-"

"I like Finn."

"Yeah, we know," Puck interrupted, "But we all know Grant is the winning name here."

"Speaking of win-"

"Finn, Finn, Finn, Finn, FIIIIIIIIIINN."

"No, no, you need something unique, original," Kurt insisted as he brushed off the others suggestions, "Sturdy and strong yes, but it should also be a name that sets him apart, like Igneous, Roland, or Damon-"

"Michael, I never met a Michael I didn't like-"

"Elliot is so sweet! It's strong, that's sturdy right?"

"Yeah, strong until Grant comes along and whoops his ass with awesome-"

"Finn is win people, rhymes and everything-"

The group continued to bicker and banter as they painted the room, Balen and Beth watching and listening in amusement as they tried to finish their story.

"Prescott is just darling! Don't you think? Arthur maybe?"

"Nicholas, not Nicky or Nick like that Nsync guy-"

"Backstreet Boys, and it's no Elliot-"

"Guys, we already have a name-"

"It's also no Grant-"

"It's also no Finn-"

"What's wrong with Tristan? That's a good name!"

"Not as good as Daniel!"

"Wait, what?" Quinn interrupted as Beth's announcement finally registered, "You guys already have a name?"

"Yeah, kinda been trying to tell it to you guys for awhile now," Beth muttered.

"When did you finally figure this out?" Kurt asked curiously.

"Like I said, when I went to see Mi Ma," Beth explained again, "I was telling her my dilemma and she mentioned to me the names she had thought about for dad when she was pregnant. It was after I left and was on my way home when I realized one of them just kept sticking with me."

"Wait, wait!" Puck shouted as he stuck his arms out, "Guys, mom told me these names, I got this. It's Richard."

"Richard? Really?" Quinn asked oddly.

"Yeah I know, but she was in a Gere phase and Pretty Woman was her movie at the time," Puck explained

"No, no, dad sorry," Beth shrugged, "It's not Richard."

"Well…well what is it then?" he asked impatiently, Beth looking down at her stomach as she smiled.

"Ya know what, I think I'm actually gonna wait," she nodded as she looked back up, "Save it for the big day, make it special. I mean I tried to tell you guys earlier and you didn't mind not hearing it then so what's another week right?"

"But Beth-"

"Now I'm really tired from all the excitement, so I'm gonna go nap ok?" the young girl announced as she began pushing and groaning to get up, Balen stepping over to help as the others exchanged annoyed glances.

"You really aren't gonna tell us? That's unfair!" Quinn argued as the two left the room.

"Well forget me painting this room then," Jacob hollered after, throwing down his brush and stomping his foot.

"So typical, so Beth," Puck grunted, "You know she get's that from you."

"Oh shut up, you're the one who can't remember the names your mom told you!" Quinn defended.

"You know we could at least make this wait interesting," Kurt broke in as he wiped paint from his nail, "I mean if we have to wait we should at least make it worth it."

"Whatcha getting at Hummel?" Finn asked anxiously.

"I mean let's make a bet," Kurt explained, "We each pick five names we think they picked, write 'em down, and save them. If they end up using one of our names then that person get's the cash."

"But what if they don't use any of our names?" Jacob asked.

"Then we put the money in a savings account and start the baby's college fund," Kurt thought quickly, "Whatcha think?" The others thought it over before agreeing, Jacob handing out random strips of wall paper as they each began jotting down names.

"I can't wait till they tell you guys his name is Finn," Finn squealed as he wrote down his list.

"Finn, Beth flat out told you she didn't pick that," Quinn reminded him, Finn shrugging her off as he jotted down his list.

"She was just saying that to throw me off, she knows I love surprises," he explained. The five of them finished and all shook hands, Puck more than confidant that somewhere in that baby's name there'd be a Christopher or Julian.

"At least we don't have to wait too much longer, Beth's gonna pop any day now," Finn pointed out.

"Unless she's late or something, Lord knows that'll probably end up being her luck," Jacob joked as he widened his eyes.

"Please, please, don't joke like that," Puck begged, "I love that little girl but if I have to hear her yell one more time about her feet sweating I don't know what I'll do."

"Her feet sweat? Ew," Kurt grimaced.

"Hey, don't judge, it happens," Quinn defended, no one challenging her as they all continued to paint, "And anyways I need her to hold off. All we have to do is get through this weekend and the wedding, then she can pop that baby out anytime she needs to." Everyone agreed as they all worked, a weird twinge in Quinn's gut giving her the feeling that they weren't going to be so lucky.