"I wanted to feel her," Finn admitted, the fact that Drizzle wasn't very active yet putting a damper on his mood. "It's okay, I just thought maybe she'd kick for me." He shrugged. "I guess I can be patient." Finn wondered if Drizzle was rejecting him by not kicking, but pushed his feelings aside. "Do you think she likes me still?"
"They shouldn't have told me at all," he corrected her. "What good did my knowing do for anyone? They just wanted to be able to gossip about it -- if any of them really cared they would have told me sooner. Like when Puckerman started running his mouth to all of them about how horrible I was to try to care for you and the baby."
"I hope Drizzle is alright," Finn fretted. "Do you think she is? I mean. I don't even know how we got here. What if she didn't like it?"