Author's Note: I'm so sorry it took me so long to update, the last few weeks of the semester were absolutely crazy for me. Anyway, hope the chapter makes up for it taking me so long to update.

"What do you think she'll look like?" Quinn asks.

"I think she'll have blond hair and green eyes just like her mother," Mercedes says.

"Finn, what do you think?" Quinn asks.

"I honestly don't care what she looks, I already know she'll be beautiful since you're her mother," Finn says smiling at Quinn. Even several hours into labor, he still thinks she looks gorgeous. "Just as long as she doesn't come out with a Mohawk," he jokes. His comment makes Quinn laugh, but he then suddenly feels Quinn squeeze his hand and by this point he doesn't even have to look over at the monitor to know she feels another contraction coming on.

"Ow! I can't do this! I hate this! This is all Puck's fault! I hate him!" Quinn screams.

"Just keep breathing, babe," Finn says, as Quinn squeezes his hand. "Yeah, that's it, just keep breathing and looking at me."

"Sweetheart, you're doing great," Carole says.

"Hey, Quinn, do you want me to go ahead and get you some more ice chips?" Mercedes asks.

"I don't care," Quinn says as she's sighs in relief as the contraction comes to an end.

It's four hours later and after that last contraction Finn seriously feels as if his left hand is going to fall off; he's never realized how strong of a grip she has. So far he's managed to keep himself together, but he doesn't know how much longer he can do this. Dr. Chin had just come in a couple of minutes before to check to on Quinn and according to her Quinn's only 5 centimeters dilated, which means at this rate it's probably going to be awhile. He knows he need to step outside for a few minutes just to pull himself together so he can stay strong for Quinn…and besides he really needs to pee so he figures now is a good time . "Hey Quinn, I kind of really got to pee," Finn whispers to her, hoping that Mercedes and his Mom don't hear him.

"And you're telling me this why?" Quinn asks. "It's not like you need my permission to go to the bathroom."

"Well, to go to the bathroom I kind of obviously need to leave the room, and well I kind of need to stretch my legs too, so if it's okay with you I'm going to get up and walk around for a few minutes."

"Finn, what do you mean you need to get up and stretch your legs? You promised you'd be right beside me the whole time."

"And I have been and I will be, but I just need a few minutes to myself…I promise I won't be gone long. I'll even try to be back before your next contraction. How far are they apart now? Like ten minutes?"

"Eight," Quinn corrects him.

"Okay, well I'll try to be back before your next one, okay? Besides, you got Mercedes and my Mom here with you and if you want I could probably get someone else to come in for a few minutes while I'm gone. Anyone in particular you want me to ask?"

"Yeah, Puck," Quinn says bitterly.

"Uh, why?" Finn asks. Puck's the last person he expected Quinn to say. Besides he doesn't really want Puck or any other guy for that matter to see Quinn like this, she isn't exactly hanging out all over the place, but she isn't exactly covered up either.

"I want him to see what he did to me! It's all his damn fault!"Quinn exclaims.

As much as Finn is still furious at Puck for getting Quinn pregnant, he knows Puck doesn't deserve to have to sit there and watch her suffer. When Finn had walked out of the choir room to go get his car the guilty look on Puck's said everything; Puck feels absolutely horrible that the whole reason Quinn got pregnant is because he thought it'd be hilarious to get the president of the Celibacy Club so drunk that she'd end up sleeping with him and he could then say he stole her virginity. "Quinn, I'm not going to do that to him," Finn says. "Now, I'll be back in just a few minutes."

"Okay," Quinn says smiling at him as he leans over and kisses her forehead.

"Finn," Carole stops him before he walks out the door, "Burt just texted me and he's on his way."

"Thanks," Finn says. Finally, hopefully I'll get to talk to Burt before I have to get back to Quinn, he thinks to himself as he walks out the door.

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After quickly using the restroom, Finn walks into the waiting room and immediately his friends start throwing questions at him like "What's her name?" and "How's she doing?"

"Guys," Finn says, trying to speaking over all the questions everyone's throwing at him. "She hasn't even had the baby yet. In fact, it's probably going to be awhile since she's only about 5cm dilated right now."

"I so did not need to know that," Kurt says with a grossed out look on his face.

"Anyway, since it looks like it's going to be awhile yet, I understand if you guys want to head home and just come back sometime tomorrow. I just came out here for a few minutes to stretch my legs."

"Finn, we'll stay all night if we have to," Rachel says, speaking for the whole group.

"Uh, okay," Finn says as he walks over to the other side of the waiting room to talk to Mr. Schue.

"Hey Finn, how are you doing?" Will asks, as Finn sits down in the chair right beside him.

"Okay, I guess, stressed though; nervous too. One minute Quinn's doing fine and I feel like we're just having a regular conversation and then she suddenly feels a strong contraction coming on and starts freaking out and I'm trying to calm her down while at the same time trying not to freak out myself. I just needed to get away from it all for a few minutes or I knew I'd end up freaking out or something, which would just make things worse for Quinn. I mean, every time she just looks so miserable and helpless and I feel so helpless because I can't really do anything to help," Finn says, grateful to finally to be able to let out all of his emotions.

"Finn, I know it might seem like you're not doing anything to help Quinn, but I know that just you being there means everything to her," Will says.

"Mr. Schue, I owe you an apology," Finn says realizing that until now the last time they had really talked he had lashed out at him.

"For what?"

"For lashing out on you the other week about not being able to understand what I'm going through, I shouldn't have yelled at you like that."

"Finn, what you said though is true, I'm not a father or going to be one anytime soon…if ever."

"Mr. Schue, I never really knew my Dad, he died before I was even a year old so I don't remember him at all, so I never really had a father figure growing up. When Quinn told me she was pregnant I didn't know what to do. My first thought was I'm 16 how the hell can I be a father? Not only that, but since I didn't have a father I didn't even have someone to show me how to be one. I was so scared, but I knew I couldn't talk to my Mom about it; the puberty/sex talk was awkward enough and I knew that telling my Mom I was going to be a father at 16 would be even more awkward. So not knowing what else to do I came to you, bawling my eyes out like a baby and you told me everything was gonna be okay; you even took me out to eat. What I appreciated the most though was when I told you that Quinn was pregnant, you didn't judge me or tell me I was stupid for supposedly knocking up my girlfriend. Instead you kept reassuring me that everything was going to be okay and I know there is no way I could've gotten through all of this without you. You might not be my biological father, but you're the closest thing I've ever had to one, you showed me how to be a father. I just hope that I can be as a good of a father to my daughter as you were to me."

"Thanks Finn, that really means a lot to me," Will says.

"Hey, well, I should probably get back to Quinn, but thanks for being here and everything," Finn says as he gets up to leave.

"No problem, Finn," Will says trying to reassure the soon to be teenage father.

Finn is about to walk out of the waiting room when he hears someone say "Finn," so he turns around and sees Burt walking towards him.

"Hey, how are you hanging in there, son?" Burt says as he gives him a hug; not even realizing what he's just said.

"Okay, for now, at least. I just had to get away for a few minutes to clear my head; it was just getting too stressful in there."

"Your mom says you've been great back there with Quinn though."

"Yeah, well, I think my Mom was lying to you about that."

"Come on, Finn, we both know your mom sucks at lying," Burt says trying to reassure Finn.

"Yeah, true," Finn says laughing. "Well, I need to get back to Quinn."

"Okay, I'll be out here waiting with everyone else," Burt says.

"Thanks," Finn says as he walks out of the waiting room.

GLEEGLEE

"Where the hell have you been?" Quinn exclaims as Finn walks in the door of her hospital room.

"I'm sorry, I was talking to Mr. Schue and then Burt walked into the waiting room just as I was about to leave and I ended up talking to him for a few minutes."

"It's okay, we took good care of her for you," Mercedes says.

"Did you have any more contractions while I was gone?" Finn asks.

"Just one," Carole answers for Quinn. "But it looks as if she's about to have another one," she says looking at the monitor. Finn quickly runs over to Quinn's side and takes her hand.

"I hate this!" Quinn screams as another contraction begins. "Finn, I'm never having anymore kids. In fact, we're never having sex again so I don't have to worry about getting pregnant again."

Finn has heard that women often say things during labor that they don't really mean so he's going to assume that Quinn doesn't really mean they'll never have kids and definitely isn't serious about never having sex again. She better not be serious about never having sex again 'cause I'm just finally not having to really think of the mailman anymore. The look on his Mom's face reassures him and lets him know that it's better to just ignore what Quinn said.

"Babe, you're doing so great, just keep breathing," Finn says to Quinn, "just keep squeezing my hand. I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere."

"Won't this ever end?" Quinn asks.

"Yeah, it's almost over," Mercedes says rubbing her back as a way to reassure her the pain is almost over for the time being.

"Finally," Quinn says sighing in relief as she lies back down now that her contraction is over.

"Sweetheart, are you sure you don't want an epidural?"

"No," Quinn exclaims emphatically.
"Mom, she hates needles," Finn says defending her.

"Okay, okay," Carole says. "Sweetheart, in that case, really the best thing for you to do is to close your eyes and try to fall asleep."

"How the hell am I supposed to be able to sleep when I'm having contractions every eight minutes?" Quinn exclaims. She's been trying to keep herself together, but after having been in labor for almost six hours she's basically lost all control of her emotions.

"Quinn, just close your eyes and try to get some sleep, even if it's only for a few minutes," Finn says as he strokes back her hair, attempting to try to keep her calm.

"Even if you can't actually fall asleep and are only able to just rest between contractions, it really is the best thing for you to do," Carole says.

"Okay," Quinn says as she closes her eyes, mainly just because she is exhausted; she highly doubts that she'll actually fall asleep.

GLEEGLEE

It's six hours later; it's almost 3am and Quinn has been in labor now for almost twelve hours. Quinn's contractions are practically on top of each other now. Not only is Finn exhausted, but he isn't sure how much longer he can stand seeing Quinn in so much pain.

"All right, Quinn, you're at 10 cm; you're fully dilated, so we're going to start prepping you for delivery," Dr. Chin says as she gets up from examining Quinn.

"Ahh," Quinn says as she squeezes Finn's hand, he isn't sure if she's doing this because she's having another contraction or if she's scared because she realizes she's only minutes away from giving birth. It's probably a combination of both, Finn thinks to himself.

The next few minutes go by in a blur for Finn as he keeps trying to comfort Quinn, watching the nurses prep her for delivery and prepare for their daughter's arrival. This is really happening, I'm about to become a father; I'm going to finally meet my daughter!

Finn watches as two nurses help Quinn get into the birthing position, scarcely believing this is happening.

"All right, Quinn, on your next contraction, you're going to start pushing, okay?" Dr. Chin says.

"I don't want to do this! I can't do this! I-I'm scared!" Quinn cries out as she grabs a hold of Finn's hand.

"Babe, you can do this!-"

"No, I can't!" Quinn interrupts Finn.

"Yes, you can, Quinn. I'm right here beside, you can do this; I know you can!" Finn says kissing her on the forehead to reassure her.

"All right, Quinn, you're going to push on three; one, two, three" Dr. Chin says.

And on "three" Quinn pushes "Ahh!" she cries out. She has never felt such excruciating pain in her life.
"Good, Quinn, that was great, again you're going to push on three," Dr. Chin says.

For the next several minutes Quinn continues to push, each time she feels an excruciating pain go through her entire body; as if her body is being ripped in half. With one hand she's holding onto Finn hand's; while holding onto Carole's with the other, while Mercedes is standing right above her and between contractions is wiping her forehead off with a cold wet washcloth.

After several pushes, Quinn feels like she's accomplishing absolutely nothing, like she'll be doing this forever. "I can't do this!"

"Yes, you can, babe, you're doing it," Finn says as he takes her hand and kisses it.

"I'm not doing anything; I think she's stuck!"

"No, you're definitely doing something," Finn says as he looks to see what exactly is going on down there.

"I want my Mom!" Quinn cries.

"Sweetheart, I know," Carole says in a motherly way trying to comfort her.

"Quinn, you're more than halfway and you're doing so great; but you need to keep pushing okay, sweetheart?" Dr. Chin says.

Quinn continues pushing and a couple of pushes later, Dr. Chin says, "She's crowning."

"I can see her head; she's got blond hair, Quinn; just like you," Finn says as he gets a first glimpse of his daughter's head.

"I can't do this! I'm too tired! Please!"

"Quinn, you're almost there; you're so close! You can do this!" Mercedes says as she once again wipes off Quinn's forehead with the washcloth.

"Quinn, her shoulders are almost out; I just need three more pushes; that's it," Dr. Chin says.

"Babe, it's almost over, you can do this!" Finn says.

Three pushes later, Quinn hears the crying and she knows that it's over; that it's her daughter she hears crying.

"Dad, you want to cut the cord?" Dr. Chin asks Finn.

"Uh, yeah," Finn says. As Finn cuts the cord, he gets his first full glimpse of his daughter. "Quinn, she's beautiful; absolutely beautiful," Finn's voice cracks as he chokes back a few tears.

A nurse then takes Libby and quickly cleans her off before giving her to Quinn. Finn knows from the smile on Quinn's face what people mean now whenever they talk about a "mother's glow," because Quinn's absolutely glowing as she holds her daughter for the first time.

"Finn, you're right; she's beautiful," Quinn says.

"She's gorgeous; then again I guess I'm a little bias since she is my first grandchild," Carole says.

"She looks like her Mama that's for sure," Mercedes says.

"Hey, Libby, I'm your Mommy," Quinn says.

"And I'm your Daddy," Finn adds.

"Libby, is that what you guys decided to name her?" Carole asks.

"Yeah, Carole, meet your granddaughter, Elizabeth Marie Fabray-Hudson," Quinn says.

"Finn, do you want to hold her?" Quinn asks.

"Uh- yeah, I mean, I guess," Finn says nervously.

"Finn, there's no reason to be nervous," Quinn says as she carefully hands their daughter to him. Finn had admitted to her a couple of weeks before that he'd never actually held a baby before. Although she had been surprised when he first told her this it did make sense since Finn was an only child and had never been particularly close with any of his cousins. As Quinn sits there watching Finn hold their daughter she can already tell that he's a natural; that he's going be a great father.

As Finn stands there, holding his daughter, all of his fears about raising and being a father to a baby that isn't biologically his fade away. "Hey, Libby, Daddy loves you," Finn says, unable to stop a few tears from falling from his eyes. She is his daughter and always be no matter what.