"I am never having sex again," Finn says, as he and Quinn get into his car. They had just come from their first childbirth class and Finn, to say the least, had been grossed out by some of the pictures and videos clips they had seen in class of women giving birth.
"Yeah, says the guy who told me just last night that one of the best things about having a pregnant girlfriend is the fact that you get laid all the time," Quinn says. "Yeah, so I don't believe you for a second, because I know that despite of what you might think now, we'll end up having sex tonight."
"I don't know, I mean those pictures and video clips kind of grossed me out. I definitely did not need see everything that goes on down there when a woman is giving birth."
"Well, what are you going to do in about nine weeks when you'll be seeing everything up close and personal?"
"That'll be different because you'll be the one giving birth, so it probably won't seem anywhere near as gross."
"But it will still be kind of gross?" Quinn asks, teasing him.
"I don't know, probably, I mean you saw it, it definitely didn't look pretty to say the least," Finn says. At this Quinn bursts out laughing because she knows Finn is trying not to let it show that he is still a little uncomfortable about the whole idea of being there with her when she gives birth. It wasn't the fact that he would be seeing her naked that bothered him, it was the blood and all of that and the fact that their daughter would be coming out from inside of her, but worst of all would be seeing her in pain. When Quinn burst out laughing, Finn knows she's teasing him and trying to make him as uncomfortable as possible. "Haha, you think you're so funny," Finn says, laughing.
"Hey, I couldn't help myself, you look so cute when you get all nervous and uncomfortable."
"Guess that just means I'll be extra cute when you're in labor because I already know I'm going to be extremely nervous and uncomfortable, because I already am extremely nervous at just the thought of being there with you."
"You're nervous?" Quinn exclaims. "How do you think I feel? I'm the one who has to go through of all this, I'm the one who has to push a baby out of my vagina! All you have to do is be there for me and stand beside me and hold my hand! You're not going to be one of those guys that ends up passing out in the delivery room, are you? Because I need you to be there right beside me the whole time, I can't do this without you!" she exclaims as tears begin roll down her cheeks.
"Shh, shh, it's okay," Finn tries to reassure her as he pulls his car into the driveway. He turns his car off and puts his arm around her to comfort her. "Babe, everything is gonna be okay, I'm gonna be right there holding your hand the whole time, I promise."
"You promise?"
"I promise," Finn says, kissing on the cheek trying to reassure her once more. "Now, come on, let's head on inside, remember you promised to help me study for Mr. Schue's Spanish test that we have tomorrow."
"I know and knowing how you do in Spanish that could take all night," Quinn says as Finn gets out of the car and goes around to open her door for her.
"Hey, thanks for the boost of confidence," Finn says sarcastically, while internally sighing with relief that Quinn's emotional freakout seemed to be over and fairly minor to some of the ones she'd been having lately.
"Hey, you and I both know that Spanish is like your worst subject," Quinn says as they walk in the house.
"Yeah, it's a good thing I have you to help me through it or I would probably end up failing Spanish," Finn says.
"Yep, we help each other get through everything. We can get through anything together, right?" Quinn asks.
"Yep, together we can get through anything and everything," Finn says talking her hand once again to reassure her as they walk upstairs to their room to study.
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"So did you find it helpful at all?" Finn asks Quinn later that night as they're climbing into bed.
"Did I find what helpful?" Quinn asks.
"The childbirth class."
"Oh, yeah, that," Quinn says. "Well, it was only our first class…I mean, you were there too. What did you think?"
"I already told you what I think, that I definitely could've skipped seeing some of those clips of women giving birth…I really would've been just fine waiting to see any of that until you give birth."
"Finn," Quinn says as she bursts into tears.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Finn asks, once again hating that Quinn's pregnancy hormones could make her burst into tears without notice.
"This is really happening isn't it? In a little over two months I'm gonna have a baby," Quinn says.
"Yes, this is really happening. But Quinn, we've known you were pregnant for several months now, so it's not like it's a big surprise or anything."
"I know, but going to our first childbirth class today made it seem even more real and after seeing what I'm gonna have to go through…I don't wanna do this anymore," Quinn says as the tears continue to fall from her eyes.
"Babe, you and I both know you don't really have much of a choice," Finn says laughing, hoping it would help lighten everything up and calm her down.
"I know but I don't wanna do this…I'm scared!" Quinn says, not even trying to stop the tears.
"Babe, you don't have to be scared, everything is going to be just fine," Finn says trying to reassure her and praying that he sounds convincing because truth be told he's scared shitless too.
"You promise?" Quinn asks, finally starting to calm down a little.
"I promise," Finn says, wondering how many more times he's going to have to reassure her again.
"I thought childbirth classes were supposed help us not be so nervous about all of this, but so far it's only made me even more nervous."
"Well, honey, like you said , it was only our first class. Hopefully next week's class will help you feel better, but that's a whole week away so don't worry about that right now," Finn says. "Hey, you know what we still need to decide?" Finn asks, hoping that by changing the subject he can prevent Quinn from having any more emotional breakdowns the rest of the night.
"What?" Quinn asks.
"We still need to decide what we're going to name her."
"Finn, how many times do I have to tell you, we are not going to name our daughter, Drizzle," Quinn says, laughing.
"No, I know, I've kind of given up on that, but it's still a definite possibility for a nickname for her."
"Yeah, we'll see about that," Quinn says, laughing again.
"You said you like the names Elizabeth and Isabella, right?" Finn asks her.
"Yeah, those are my top two names. Did you have any other names in mind?"
"No , I like both of those names."
"Which one do you like better?" Quinn asks him.
"Well, if we name her Isabella she'll probably end up being called Bella, right?" Finn asks Quinn.
"Yeah, probably."
"Where as if we name her Elizabeth, she could by Liz or Lizzie, or even Beth," Finn says, thinking out loud.
"Or Libby," Quinn adds. "I've kind of always liked that name."
"Libby, yeah I kind of like that too."
"So we'll name her Elizabeth and she'll go by Libby then?" Quinn asks.
"Yeah," Finn says. "Hey, Quinn, what's her last name going to be?" Finn asks, finally getting to the question he really wants to ask.
"What?" Quinn asks.
"Is her last name going to be Fabray or Puckerman or Fabray-Puckerman?" Finn asks.
"Fabray. Puck is not going to be involved in her life so why should she have his last name?"
"Because he's technically her father."
"Finn, biologically, yes, but you and I both know that you're going to be the only father she ever knows."
"Quinn, did you ever even ask Puck if he wants to be involved in her life?"
"Finn, I think it's pretty clear that Puck has no intention of being involved in Libby's life, he doesn't even think of her as his daughter."
"I know, but I just think we should at least let him know that if he wants to be involved in her life, he can or least I'm okay with it. I mean, why can't our daughter have three parents, a mom and two dad's. I mean, Rachel has two dad's and she's turned out okay."
"I'd say that's debatable," Quinn says laughing. "But, Finn, do you really think Puck will want to be involved in Libby's life?"
"Honestly, I don't think he will, like you said he's never even really considered Libby to be his daughter, but I think we should at least give him the chance if he wants to be."
"Yeah, you're probably right, but I still don't want him to be in the delivery room" Quinn says.
"That's fine by me, personally I don't really want him to be in the delivery room either, it would just be really awkward."
"Hey, Quinn," Finn says.
"Yeah."
"You know that even if Puck does want to be involved in Libby's life that I still want to be the main father figure, like I still want to be the one she calls 'Daddy.'"
"Finn, I don't think you have to worry about that. Puck has yet to show any real sign that he wants to be involved in Libby's life, so I think it's pretty safe to think you'll probably be the only father figure in her life."
"Yeah, and um, going along with that assumption, I was kind of wondering if, maybe Libby's last name could be Fabray-Hudson?"
"Finn-"Quinn says.
"Look, I know I'm not technically her father, but unless Puck has a sudden change of heart, like you said I'll probably be the only father she ever knows. Besides, don't you plan on being a Hudson someday yourself?"
"Wait, what?" Quinn asks.
"After we get married, you plan on being Quinn Hudson right?"
"Finn, since when did we become engaged?" Quinn asks.
"I mean, I know we're not officially engaged," Finn says, suddenly getting a little nervous, "but I always assumed that we would eventually get married, like after we graduate from high school. We said we're going to be together forever, so isn't safe to assume then that we'll get married?"
"Yeah, I figured we'd get married, but I just never heard you say that," Quinn says, as a few tears start to fall from her eyes. "Finn, are you proposing?"
"I guess, in a way, yes" he says as he gets out of bed to get down on one knee. "Quinn Fabray, I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me? I mean, not right now , but like after we graduate from high school?"
"Yes, of course I'll marry you. Like I've told you before I can't see myself spending the rest of life and raising a baby with anyone else but you," Quinn says, as a few more tears fall from her eyes. "But I do agree with you that we should wait till we graduate from high school to get married. I mean, I know we feel like we're practically married already, but I think sophomores in high school is a little too young to get married."
"Sorry, I don't have a ring or anything for you. I spent all the money we had the other day on the car seat for the baby."
"It's okay, all that matters to me is that you just told me that you want to marry me and be with me forever."
"Yep, and that's what we're going to be, together forever," Finn says as he put his arm around her and kisses her goodnight.