"Finn, I can't sleep," Quinn calls out in the middle of the night.
"I know, I know," Finn says in a tone that lets Quinn know he's practically half asleep.
With only six weeks until her due date, Quinn's stomach is huge, she's having mood swings more frequently, and has been very whiny. Finn's trying, really trying, not to get irritated with her because he knows she's uncomfortable and that she can't help it, but considering she's been getting him up in the middle of the night for the last three nights he can't help but think that this is getting old really fast.
"Finn," Quinn whines, "my back hurts, I'm getting tired of having to sleep on my side, and I can't sleep because Libby won't stop kicking me and…"
"Sweetheart, I know, I know," Finn says, as he rolls over. "But there is absolutely nothing I can do about it."
"You can give me a back massage."
"Quinn, it is 2:30am," Finn says as he looks over at the clock on his nightstand. "I'm not going to give you a back massage now."
"Finn, please, it'll help me fall asleep."
"How could a back massage possibly help you fall asleep if you'd have to sit up for me to give you one since you can't lie on your stomach?"
"Finn please?"
"Quinn, if it still hurts in the morning, I'll give you one then, okay? Right now the best thing for you to do is just to roll over and try to go back to sleep," Finn says as he puts his arm around her, praying that it would somehow help Quinn fall back asleep quickly.
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About 20 minutes later, when Finn is just about back to sleep, Quinn cries out, "Finn, I don't think she's just kicking…I think I might be in labor."
"Wait, what?" Finn sits up in bed, all of a sudden very awake. "You think you're in labor? Have you been having contractions?"
"I don't know," Quinn cries, "it just really hurts. Finn, this can't be good, I'm not due for six weeks yet."
"Calm down, everything's going to be fine, I promise," Finn says trying to calm her down, but at the same time trying not to panic. "Your water didn't break yet, right?" he asks checking to make sure there wasn't all of a sudden a puddle in their bed.
"No."
"Well, that's good , I guess. Do you want me to go get my Mom?" Finn asks. Quinn nods her head "yes." Finn then jumps out of bed, throws on the T-shirt that had been lying on the floor and grabs his glasses off his nightstand. He'd worn contacts since 7th grade, but wasting time to put them in is not an option right now. He runs next door to his Mom's room. "Mom, Mom, get up," he says shaking her. "Quinn's in labor!"
Carole immediately gets out of bed and puts on a pair of sweatpants. "How far apart are her contractions?"
"I don't know, I didn't even know she was having contractions. One minute she was having trouble sleeping and saying the baby keeps kicking her and that her back hurts and the next thing I know she's telling me she thinks she's labor!" Finn says trying not to panic. "Mom, Quinn's really scared. I'm not sure if she's more scared about being in labor or the fact that she's going into labor six weeks early, and to be honest I'm kind of scared too. Mom, everything's going to be okay, right?"
"Yes, Finn, baby's that are born six weeks early are almost fully developed, she'll be just fine," Carole says trying her reassure her son. "Now, why don't you go get Quinn and help her out to the car while I go call Dr. Chin and tell her we're on our way to the hospital?"
"Okay, her hospital bag is already in my car, so I'll drive."
"Are you sure you're okay to drive?"
"Yeah, Mom, I'm fine" Finn says trying not to let it show he's scared shitless.
"Okay, well go help Quinn and I'll meet you out at the car," Carole says as she walks out of her room.
"Okay," Finn says sighing because he knows his life is about to change forever.
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Or so he thought. An hour and twenty minutes later they walk back into the house. It turns out Quinn isn't in labor, she's just having Braxton-Hicks contractions, false labor pains. When Dr. Chin told them this Finn wasn't sure if he should be relived because it means he probably has at least a few weeks left to prepare for becoming a father or if he should be pissed because he could've been sleeping this whole time.
"I'm so sorry," Quinn says for about the millionth time as she follows Carole and Finn into the kitchen. "I really thought I was in labor."
"It's okay, sweetheart," Carole says, trying to reassure her. "Like Dr. Chin said it's quite common for women to have Braxton-Hicks contractions near the end of their pregnancy, especially if it's their first child. To be honest, the same thing happened to me when I was pregnant with Finn, so there is no reason to apologize."
"Yeah, Quinn, don't worry about it," Finn says. "Just think of it as a practice round for when you really go into labor."
Carole looks at the clock on the microwave, it reads 4:33. "Well, I'm sure you're both tired and want to go back to bed and I definitely won't keep you guys up any longer, but are you guys still going to try and go to school in the morning?"
"Yes," Quinn says, at the exact same time Finn says "No."
"I just I figure since I'll probably have to miss a few days when I actually have the baby I shouldn't miss anymore days than I have to," Quinn says.
"I think that's smart," Carole says. "Finn, since Quinn's going, you're going too."
"Aww, Mom do I have too?" Finn whines.
"Finn," Carole says in that tone that Finn knows means he's going to school whether he likes it or not;it's not an option. "Why don't you guys head upstairs and go back to sleep for a couple of hours and I'll make sure to get you guys up in plenty of time to get ready for school."
"Okay," Finn says reluctantly as he and Quinn head upstairs to their room.
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Of course Quinn falls asleep right away, Finn on the other hand, can't fall asleep, in spite of being absolutely exhausted. At some point though, he must've fallen asleep because the next he knows his Mom is standing in his room telling him he needs to get out of bed and get ready for school. "Okay," Finn groans, but the second she walks out of his room he rolls back over to try to go back to sleep.
A few minutes later Finn hears his Mom yell from downstairs, "Finn Christopher Hudson, you better be up and moving because you guys need to leave for school in ten minutes."
"Fine," Finn yells back downstairs as he reluctantly gets out of bed. He notices the other side of the bed is empty, which means Quinn's probably already in the bathroom finishing getting ready. He looks over at the clock on the nightstand which reads 7:22. "Crap," Finn says out loud, realizing that he really does need to get moving considering he and Quinn have to leave for school in less than ten minutes.
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Amazingly Finn and Quinn pull out of the driveway at 7:31. Finn knows he looks like crap since he didn't even bother to shower or shave. Quinn, on the other hand, looks cute as always and he thinks she doesn't even look like she's been up half the night.
"I'm sorry I look like crap," Finn says.
"Yeah, word of advice, scruffy is not the most attractive look for you," Quinn says laughing.
"Gee, thanks," Finn says slightly offended.
"I'm just kidding," Quinn says realizing he is definitely not in a joking mood. "Look, if it makes you feel any better, I'm just as exhausted as you are."
"You sure as hell don't look like it."
"Oh, believe me, I have huge dark circles under my eyes, I just covered them up with makeup."
"Lucky you," Finn says.
"Come on, Finn, you don't want have a bad attitude like this all day. I know you're really tired and so am I, but you can't let it ruin your whole day," Quinn says as Finn pulls into the WMHS parking lot.
"Yeah, you're right," Finn says as he turns off his car and then leans over to kiss Quinn.
"Okay, Finn, you really need to lose the scruffy look when we get home," Quinn says laughing.
"Yeah, yeah, "Finn says as he gets out of his car laughing.
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Somehow Finn manages to make it through the school day. In the classes he has with Quinn anytime he starts to doze off she elbows him, although in the couple of classes he doesn't have with her he dozes off a time or two.
By the time Glee rehearsal rolls around he's back to being down right exhausted. During rehearsal Quinn has to elbow him a few times to keep him from falling asleep, which is the last thing they need with Regional's only a few weeks away. To make matters worse he notices Rachel giving him the Look when she realizes that he's not really putting much effort into singing today. "Oh, great," Finn thinks to himself, "the last thing I need is for Rachel to be pissed at me and telling me I'm screwing up everything."
Finally, rehearsal is over and Finn is about to head out the door when Mr. Schue stops him. "Hey, Finn, can I talk to you for a minute?"Will asks.
"Yeah, sure," Finn answers, "Quinn, go head on out, I'll be out in just a minute."
"Okay, I'll wait for you right outside ," Quinn says as she walks out the door.
"Finn, I hope I'm not being too forward," Will says, "but what is with you today? I mean, practically falling asleep during rehearsal? I noticed this morning during Spanish, Quinn had to keep you from falling asleep then too. That's not like you. Is everything okay?" he asks, his voice full of concern.
"Yeah, sorry about that, it's just Quinn's been keeping me up the past several nights. She's at that point in her pregnancy where she's extremely uncomfortable and just downright miserable. To make it even worse, we ended up going into the hospital around 3am 'cause Quinn thought she was in labor, but as you can see she obviously wasn't; turns out she was just having Braxton-Hicks contractions."
"I see," Will says.
"Look, I know you're just trying to help, but I don't really think you can. I mean, it's not like you know what it's like to have a pregnant girlfriend and about to become a father," Finn says. The second he sees the crushed look on Mr. Schue's face he instantly regrets what he said. "Sorry, I didn't mean for it to sound like that."
"No, you're right; I don't know what you're going through. But I'm still here for you if you need someone to talk too."
"Yeah, I know."
"Finn, even if you don't want to talk to me, you can always go and talk to Ms. Pillsbury."
"Yeah, like that's going to help," Finn says sarcastically, "she's not even a dude!"
"No, but she's a guidance counselor; it's her job to help students when they come to her with their problems."
"Look, thanks for your concern, but I'm fine, really, I can handle this on my own," Finn says trying to sound sure of himself.
"Okay, but if you ever need to talk-"
"Yeah, I know your door's always open," Finn says interrupting him. "Thanks, Mr. Schue," Finn says as he walks out the door to go meet Quinn.