Rachel soon discovers that labor is nothing like what they show on tv and in the movies, at least not for her. There's no sudden and unexpected bursting of her water creating a puddle at her feet. Instead she gets the more run of the mill back pain with light contractions that she's able to just write off as normal aches and pains associated with being pregnant.

They've been going on all night and it's not until the next afternoon at lunch when she squeezes Puck's thigh so hard that he thinks she might've given him a cramp that he realizes everything is not alright. When he questions her about it she admits to feeling the contractions all day but that they've steadily been getting stronger and closer together. Once they've timed them and see that they're five minutes apart they realize that it's time to go to the hospital. So he quickly shuffles her out of the cafeteria leaving behind their slightly confused friends as he heads them towards his truck. Before he starts the ignition he shoots off a series of text messages to her dads and the Glee kids to let them know that he's taking her to the hospital because they think it's time.

Once Rachel is admitted to the hospital, she's taken back to a triage room where they monitor her contractions and check to see if she has dilated any. The nurse says that the contractions are now about 4 minutes apart and that she's at 3 cm but that her cervix isn't effaced at all and that they're going to have to give her a drug to help ripen it.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Puck asks. "It's not like it's a fucking piece of fruit or somethin'."

Rachel slaps him on the arm, "Language, Noah. I will not have the first word our son hears being one of your crude and uncouth ones."

"Babe, it's not like he's going to understand what it means right anyway."

"That doesn't matter," she tells him before latching on to his hand again when another contraction hits.

The nurse just smiles at the two teens as she explains that while Rachel is having contractions that her body just isn't preparing for the birthing process like it should and they're just going to help it along. She then tells them that a doctor will be with them shortly to adminster the drug. While they're waiting her dads show up and they thought to bring her overnight bag. They talk for a little bit but step out when the doctor shows up.

Once the gel has been applied, the doctor tells them that it is only a matter of time and that they really recommend that she walk around as much as she possibly can to help things progress. So Puck helps her off the table, grabs her slippers out of her bag and they start walking. And they walk.

And walk.

And walk.

When Rachel sees a bench that she swears she's already passed fifty times she sits down on it and rubs her belly. "I can't do this, Noah. I'm so tired and my back is killing me," she cries.

He stands behind her and does his best to knead her sore muscles in her lower back but it's kinda hard given the awkward angle. But he knows he's doing a good job when he hears her let out a low moan. "Yes you can, Rachel. I know your back hurts and you're probably sick as fuck of walking in damn circles but you can do this, Baby. We can do this. Now how about we go back and have them check you again seeing as it's been a few hours already?"

Sniffling, she looks up at him with tears in her eyes. "Can we?" He just nods at her and helps her back up on to her feet.

They spot her dads on their way back to the exam room and they let them know what's going on. Puck has already given them the Glee phone tree so that they can take charge of giving out the updates since he knows he's actually going to be pretty busy taking care of Rachel. They get back to the exam room and don't have to wait long for a nurse to come in and check her. The nurse tells them that she's only at 5 cm and that they can pop her water for her if she wants since it can speed things along as well.

Relief floods through Rachel at hearing those words and she just nods her head and says, "Yes, I'm ready to meet my son already so let's do that."

It's only a few short hours after the doctor came in to puncture her water that her body makes it to 10 cm and her cervix is at 100% and ready to go. Amazingly enough to Puck, Rachel had opted out of the drugs saying that her contractions weren't that bad and that she could handle them. But it's not long into the pushing that she's bemoaning the fact that she wishes she had said yes to the drugs and that she never wants to do this again naturally.

Puck just keeps letting her death grip his hand and alternates it out after every few contractions so that he can hopefully get some feeling back into it before it's time to switch again. He encourages her constantly telling her what a great job she's doing and to just keep going because their son is waiting to meet his momma. And with one final bone crushing squeeze to his hand and a scream from Rachel that is the loudest one she has released throughout the entire labor process, the baby is finally born. He just kisses her sweaty forehead as his eyes fill with tears when he hears tiny Ethan crying.

"You did good, Rach," he whispers to her before pressing a light kiss against her lips. The doctor asks him if he'd like to cut the cord and he has the biggest smile on his face as he tries his best to not let his hands shake too much since he'd rather not cut off his son's junk or something equally as stupid.

The doctor tells the couple that Ethan weighs 7 lbs 9 oz and is 20 1/2" long. She then hands the baby to Rachel after he's been cleaned and wrapped up in a blanket to keep him warm.

The new mother can't help the tears that cascade down her cheeks as she gazes down upon her son for the first time. "Hi, Ethan," she coos at him before looking over at her boyfriend. "He's so beautiful, Noah."

"Yep. Knew we'd make awesome Jew babies," Puck smirks, not caring that he might not actually be that little baby boy's biological father. He's totally gonna take credit for that shit. Rachel just giggles and doesn't bother to correct him either since she knows how lucky she is to have him.

Later when she's been cleaned up and moved to a post partum room, a nurse comes in with a stack of paperwork that she needs to fill out in order to get Ethan his birth certificate as well as get the process started on a social security number. Rachel quickly fills in her information but then stares at the part that asks for the father's name and date of birth. Her heart wants to put in Noah's information since he's been there for her ever since he found out about the pregnancy but she knows it's not right to legally make him Ethan's father without his permission. So instead she gets her boyfriend's attention and hands him the paperwork and pen. Puck looks at her, confused on what she wants him to do with the forms.

She picks at a hole in the blanket on her bed and averts her eyes as she speaks quietly, "I wasn't sure what I should put there or if I should just leave it blank since we don't know if you're actually his father or not. And I didn't want to make you legally responsible for Ethan if it wasn't something you were interested in. I wouldn't want you to think of him or myself as a burden that you have to take care of and I would completely understand if -" Rachel gets cut off when the forms are dumped into her lap.

They're filled in with his information.

Father's Name: Noah Aaron Puckerman

A/N: So baby Ethan is finally here! Hooray! So yeah, I know this chapter is definitely shorter than all the rest but I really didn't feel like doing a drawn out blow by blow of each hour of labor because honestly if you've got a long one they all just tend to run together in the end and you don't remember much about them. So I pretty much combined my birthing experiences with my own children and turned it into Rachel's. Except for neither of my kids were that tiny. Both of my were over 9.5 lbs! Big 'ol chunky babies but I love em. They're awesome as are reviews. *hint hint wink wink nudge nudge* Haha