Title: Name Game
Author:alicebluegown16
Rating: PG
Pairing: Will/Finn
Summary: Will promises Finn he can pick the baby name and almost instantly regrets it.
AN: For the Winn
prompt meme: Will/Finn+baby, Finn picking the baby name. Oh, my God. I have no freaking clue where this came from. I'm supposed to be writing hot Will/Finn bondage fic, and then this plotbunny bit my ankles. Loosely set in the same universe as the rest of my series, but way, way in the future.
Warning: Danger! May cause cavities and/or diabetic comas.
When Will mentions to Carole that Finn’s going to be picking the baby name, she just shakes her head in horror.
“Oh, honey. Oh, honey, you can’t. I know you love him and I know it’s hard to tell him no, but Will, sweetie, he named his goldfish Fluffy.”
This is, of course, putting voice to every single one of his fears. He smiles and nods and pretends he actually believes it when he reassures Carole that Finn’s grown up a lot since then, but mostly he quietly panics at the image of his child getting his or her ass kicked on the playground for being named something like Dirtbike Crimefighter Hudson-Schuester.
He also doesn’t mention the fact that Finn brought up his naming the baby when he’d been totally brain dead and fucked stupid. If Finn had suggested they rob a bank, he probably would have just said ‘Okay, lemme find some pants.’
Truly, anyone who thinks Finn Hudson isn’t too bright doesn’t really know him. The man is very, very smart about very, very specific things namely 1) Getting his way 2) Sex and 3) Using sex to get his way.
And besides, he’s completely backed into a corner because any time he seems as if he might renege on the agreement all Finn has to do is roll his eyes and comment “Don’t worry, I won’t screw up on this. Wouldn’t want to pick something awful that scars the kid for life, right Thaddeus?”
So, that’s that.
They decorate the nursery with much input from Kurt (and by input he means Kurt shows up with paint and wallpaper samples and demands they get the hell out of his way and let him work.)
The finished product looks amazing.
As if there’d been any doubt.
They have so much sex you’d think they were trying to make a baby themselves since as Finn points out once they’re wading in formula and dirty diapers and not sleeping they won’t have the time or the energy for it.
Will doesn’t think he’ll ever be too pressed for time or too tired to want Finn, but he’s not going to argue when it leads to ‘C’mon, we totally have to do it right here on the kitchen counter before we’re boring parents’ sex.
And they not so patiently wait to meet little Whatever His or Her Name Will Be Hudson-Schuester (Will actually wakes up in a cold sweat one night after a nightmare in which Finn really does name the baby Whatever.)
And then she’s here.
They’re holding her, a perfect tiny bundle in a pink hat and her eyes are so bright and Will can’t stop stroking her chubby little cheeks and oh, she grabs his finger and her grip is so strong, it’s like she just grabbed his heart, it’s squeezing in his chest, making room for her, his sweet baby girl, and he loves her, loves her, loves her so much he doesn’t care if Finn names her Kickass Awesome Toots McBadass.
Finn nuzzles her neck and kisses her forehead.
“Hey there, Melody. We’re your daddies.”
Melody.
The moment he hears it, it’s a puzzle piece clicking into place, of course that’s her name, it was always going to be her name, was there ever any doubt?
The absolute rightness of it has him letting out a giddy little laugh.
Melody smiles in agreement.
That’s Will story and he’s sticking to it. It’s not gas, she knows her name and she loves it just as much as he does.
“Do you like it? I picked it because if it wasn’t for music, we might not have gotten together…and you know, because Speedwagon would be a sucky name for a kid. At first I spent all this time trying to think of a really cool song that had a girl name I liked in it, but then I realized every song has a melody, right? So, if we named her that, it'd be like she was in every song. Which is way cooler than having just one.That’s not like totally sappy and lame, is it?”
Finn glances at him slightly uncertain.
And it is sappy, but it’s just sappy enough to be perfect.
With Melody cuddled between them, death grip still locked on his finger, Will leans in and kisses Finn.
**
Melody Caroline (in honor of her grandma, not Neil Diamond, Finn is swift to point out) Hudson-Schuester is the name on the birth certificate.
And almost no one ever uses it.
She’s Sweet Pea to Grandpa Burt and Angel-girl or My Namesake to Grandma Carole.
Uncle Kurt calls her Diva. (When Will objects to this nickname Kurt ticks off on his fingers “She cries if she doesn’t get her way, she loves attention, and is picky about what she eats. You’re lucky I don’t call her Rachel.”)
Puck calls her Slimeface, and Squirt, and The Blob, but Will’s seen him holding her a few times when no one is looking and he’ll call her Sweet Caroline with the most absolutely twist your guts wistful expression on his face.
And Finn…Finn is the worst.
After picking the perfect name, he never seems to use it, instead preferring to toss around a whole host of nicknames.
She’s Baby Girl, and Pumpkin, and Princess, and Doll-face, and Melly-Belly or sometimes just Belle since she’s so pretty, and Apple (because she’s the apple of their eye, he explains), and the list goes on and on.
Will half worries his daughter is going to have some sort of massive identity crisis before pre-school.
But when she starts crawling, damn if he doesn’t immediately start calling her Speedwagon.