A/N: Hi, there. I'm Ali, and this is my very first story ever, so please be nice. It's just my idea of what might have happened if the baby had in fact been Finn's waaaay back in season 1 (do you remember those simple times of less drama and even less sustained story lines?), and if people like it, I might continue it. If not, then I'll just be happy that people have taken the time to read it. Enjoy, and please review! xx :)

I sat on my window sill, watching the rain trickle down it in little rivers. It had been raining ever since- since she had arrived. I couldn't sleep, even though I'd been wanting to for hours. I was utterly exhausted, but sleep just wouldn't come. I'd been having 'insomnia' for the past eight months (which was just a fancy way of saying I couldn't sleep). It started when she told me. About the baby. The very word made my heart beat faster, even though I should be way past that by now. This dad stuff was supposed to be natural, right? Like 'maternal instinct', but for dudes. Faternal instinct? I looked over at the crib in the corner if the room, where the baby- my daughter- was sleeping. It scared me how much I loved her, even though she'd only been in the world for a few days. Especially as I had next to no idea what to do with her.

"I have to tell you something."

"Shoot."

"I'm leaving."

"What?"

"Leaving. Mom and I are moving to California, we want to start afresh. No Dad, no stupid small town idiots."

Pause.

"And no baby, huh?"

"Yeah. No baby."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Pause.

"Do you think you can do it?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know how Rachel's mom missed raising a kid, and how Phoebe in Friends didn't want to give the triplets up, and I'm just worried about you regretting it. She's your daughter; won't you be sad about not seeing her grow up?"

Pause.

"Yes. But I can't face getting the looks I've been getting for the past nine months, for the rest of my life. People judge me, and I can't handle that. I don't understand how some people have managed to deal with it their entire lives. People just looking at you, assuming things about you. It-it crushed me. And moving to a different state, away from the people who know my whole story, means I can reinvent myself, and put all this behind me."

"So what are you going to do with her?"

"Nothing. I'm not going to do anything."

"What do you mean?"

"She's yours."

"What?"

"I've signed away all my rights as her mother. She is yours and yours alone. You can keep her, or you can give her up for adoption, it's your choice. I'll send $100 a month for her if you keep her, and I'm paying for the hospital bills. But this is the last time you'll see me. I'm leaving tomorrow, and I'm not coming back."

"Oh."

Pause.

"So what are you going to do with her?"

"I don't know. I-I want to keep her, but I don't know what Mom and Burt will say. It's their house too. And Kurt. I don't even know if he likes babies."

"He does."

"Well that's one problem solved. But I don't think I can look after a new baby, a whole person. I'm…me."

"You know, you're actually more intelligent than you give yourself credit for. You may not know classes, and books, but you know people. And I think you'll make a great father."

Pause.

"Thank you. It means a lot that you trust me to raise our child on my own. But I still don't know."

"That's fine, for now, anyway. But I'll be gone by tomorrow, and I'll need to know whether to send you the $100 every month, so do you think you could have an answer by then?"

"I'll try."

"Thank you."

The baby started crying again. I sighed, and moved as quietly as I could over to the crib. Mom had told me that singing to her would probably put her back to sleep again, so I cleared my throat, picked her up and began a lullaby I somehow remembered from when I was a kid.

You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine.

You make me happy,

When skies are grey.

You'll never know dear,

How much I love you.

So please don't take

My sunshine away.

She stopped crying. There was a small smile on her face as she drifted off again, and I surprised myself by randomly thinking it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I knew I should put her down, I needed sleep, but I didn't want to stop looking at her. It relaxed me anyway.

"Does she have a name yet?" I looked up, to see my step-brother standing by the door, a smile on his face. Our parents had gotten married a few months ago, right after we moved in together. It'd been a really quiet ceremony, just us as joint best men, and a couple of other family members. The baby was staying in my room with me until we moved into the new house we were buying, which had an extra bedroom. We'd been going to buy it anyway, so that was just lucky. Well, not so much lucky, as a freakish coincidence. I wasn't convinced that anything about this situation was lucky.

"Uh, no, I haven't decided." I said, gently putting down the baby, and moving to stand by him at the door.

"Have you considered Lucy?" He suggested.

"Why Lucy?" I frowned, knowing I should know that from the look he was giving me.

"It's Quinn's middle name." He said with a typical eye-roll.

"Oh. Is that such a good idea?" It seemed pretty risky to me. Would she be able to figure out who her mom was?

"I don't see why not. We still don't have to tell her, and it's a nice name anyway, common enough for it to have been random."

"That's true. I used to have a fish called Lucy."

"Right." He didn't seem to know what to say to that. "Well then. Is that it, is Lucy her name?" We looked at each other, and I smiled.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think it is." I said and he smiled back.

"What about her middle name?"

"Carole." I said, without missing a beat.

"Good." He said. I pulled him into a one arm hug, and he returned it with a yawn. "My work is done, so I'm going to go to bed now."

"Alright. G'night."

"'Night Finn."