Finn and Quinn were both surprised with how well the next few days went for them. Finn was getting used to having Quinn living with him and his mom, and although Finn wished that Quinn never had to go through the pain of her parents kicking her out of her house, at the same time he liked that they were living together because this way he was always there for her whenever she needed him. One thing was for sure, Finn had no idea how Quinn had been able to hide the fact she was pregnant from her parents for three months because between her mood things, morning sickness, weird food cravings, not mention the fact her stomach seemed to be growing daily, he thought it was blatantly obvious she was pregnant. The thing Finn hadn't considered when Quinn moved in was the fact he'd get less sleep. Between Quinn waking up in the middle of the night crying because of a bad dream or her running to the bathroom to either pee or throw up (he never was awake enough to realize if she had to throw up or just pee, but he quickly learned if she closed the door on his face it meant she was just going to the bathroom) he was usually up with her at least two or three times a night. And although Finn had never felt more exhausted in his life, he tried not to complain because he knew he needed to be there for her. He was determined to show Quinn that not only was he a good boyfriend, but that he would be a good father. As far he knew Quinn was still planning on giving the baby up for adoption, but he was secretly hoping and praying that since her parents knew about the baby now that she would change her mind and decide to keep it. Just the thought of giving his daughter up for adoption brought tears to his eyes. He knew it was still too soon to ask Quinn if she was willing to consider the possibility of keeping Drizzle and them raising her together, but in the mean time he was going show her that he was in it for the long haul, that nothing could ever come between them.

Friday morning as Quinn sat her books down on her desk in Mr. Schue's Spanish class, before Finn had a chance to even see the look on Quinn's face he had become way too used to seeing, Quinn bolted out of the room. Finn didn't even hesitate or take the time to set his backpack down and followed right behind her into the girl's bathroom. He thought to himself how only a few months ago he would've considered it a dream come true to be in the girl's bathroom, but as he stood watching his pregnant girlfriend throw up, he would've given anything to be anywhere else if it would take the miserable, helpless look off her face. "You okay?" Finn asked.

"Oh, Finn," Quinn cried bursting into tears. "I haven't gotten sick in class in almost a week, I thought I was done with that. I'm so embarrassed, everyone saw me run out of the room and they all knew why."

"It's okay. Class hadn't even started yet, so I'm sure everyone wasn't there yet. Besides if you're okay, we can head back now and we'll only be a few minutes late. Now why don't you clean yourself up here quick and then we can get back to class."

"Okay, you're right, I'm probably overreacting," Quinn said as she walked over to one of the sinks and grabbed a paper towel. "Oh gosh, I look like awful," she said as she tried to wipe off the mascara that had run down her face.

"I still think you're beautiful," Finn said as he kissed the top of her head. "Come on, let's head back to class," he said taking her hand as they walked out the door of the bathroom.

As they walked back into Mr. Schue's Spanish class, Finn felt like the entire world was watching them.

"'Bout time you guys showed up to class," Puck said. "I mean, you guys are like almost ten minutes late."

"Finn, Quinn, go ahead and take your seats, we're just getting started anyway," Will said.

"What the hell? I'm barely five minutes late and you practically give me a lecture about being late to class and all they get is 'go ahead and take your seats'?" Puck said raising his voice.

"Technically, they were already here, see Quinn's books were already on her desk," Will said pointing to Quinn's desk as she hurried to take her seat.

"Yeah, Quinn was here, but Finn wasn't," Puck said pointing towards Finn, who was just now getting his books out of his backpack.

"I was here, which you would've known if you wouldn't have been late to class," Finn said as he sat down at his desk right beside Quinn's.

"Finn, Quinn, you're guys are fine. Puck, drop it," Will said trying to regain control of the class. "Now, if everyone will please open their books up to page 107."

When class ended, Puck followed Quinn and Finn out of the classroom. "Man, just 'cause you knocked up your girlfriend doesn't mean now you guys can do it whenever you want."

"Puck, please, I don't need your smartass remarks right now," Finn said.

"I mean, that's why guys were late to class, right?"

"You wanna know where we were?" Quinn said, looking Puck straight in the eyes. "I was in the bathroom, puking my guts out and Finn was being a good boyfriend and wanted to make sure I was okay. In case you forgot, I'm pregnant!!!" Quinn before running off to her locker before Puck could see the tears streaming down her cheeks.

"What the hell, man? I thought you were supposed to be my best friend!" Finn said raising his voice.

"Dude, I am."

"Then why are you talking to my girlfriend like that? This has been probably one of the hardest weeks of her life and you're smart remarks this morning haven't been making it any easier."

"I just don't think it's fair that just 'cause your girlfriend's knocked up, you all of a sudden have permission to be late to class or skip football practice."

"Oh, yeah, I'm having the time of my life watching my pregnant girlfriend throw up and going with her to doctor's appointments! Not to mention getting yelled at about ice cream and only getting five hours of sleep a night because she's up crying because her parents kicked her out of her house or she's scared about having to give birth. Yeah, it's been a real blast! Now if you wanna go make someone's life miserable, why don't you go throw a slushie in Rachel's face or something? Just leave Quinn alone!"

"Why would I want to throw a slushie at Rachel?"

"I don't know, to get back at her for dumping you."

"Do you think Rachel will ever get over you?"

"What?"

"That's why she dumped me. She still likes you."

"Okay, well you can let her know that she and I aren't ever gonna happen. I'm with Quinn, who's pregnant with our daughter, so she needs to realize that and move on. Anyway, I got go make sure my girlfriend is okay, who thanks to you is crying her eyes out," Finn walked away to catch up with Quinn as he saw her heading to her next class.

"Are you okay?" Finn asked Quinn.

"Yeah, I don't know why I even started crying, I guess it's just the pregnancy hormones. Besides, I don't really care what Puck or anyone else thinks."

"Yeah, well I don't know what the hell his problem is. Are you sure okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks, Finn, for sticking up for me and everything."

"Quinn, I love you, of course I'm gonna stick up for you. Anyway, we need to get to class, we don't want to risk being late…for the second time today."

"I love you too, Finn," Quinn said, as she took his hand and they walked into class together.