Everlasting Happiness

High guys, so even though I said I wouldn't update this story, I had a request that I should. This will be the last chapter so it will be an abrupt ending. I do still love Fuinn so maybe I will write some more. Sorry if this disappoints you, but I do have other stories ;) CL X

QUINNS POV

I had a miscarriage, I knew I had. Finn was over to me in seconds and I gripped his hair pulling him closer to me. "What's happening?" I whisper.
"It's all gonna be okay, Mr Schue's here." He whispers back into me ear, whilst brushing it with his lips.
"Okay everyone move back." That was Mr Schue's voice and I felt suddenly calmer.
"Quinn, are you okay?" I heard Santana shout. I couldn't reply, everything was blurry, soon I was out cold and I wasn't aware of anything.

I woke up in a hospital. I was thirsty, so thirsty. I could see Finn gripping my hand, his head laid on the bed. I smiled fondly down at him, willing him to wake so I could get a drink. Surprise, surprise my parents weren't here, they'd probably heard about the pregnancy and disowned me. Oh please don't let Coach Sylvester know. Please. I close my eyes trying to stifle the tears. Finn stirs and wakes up, upon seeing my face he smiles and we lock eyes, both our expressions anxious about what is going to happen. I am 16, this can't be happening. As soon as I'm about to talk, the doctor enters bearing at sweet, yet fake, expression.
"So what's the verdict?" I ask, my voice is hoarse"
"You thirsty babe?" Finn asks me anxiously
"A bit." I reply
"I'll get you some water." With that, he walks off. I stare after him longingly.

I stare at the doctor as she explains what's wrong with me, loads of medical crap that I don't understand. I'm trying to figure out what she is trying to tell but doctors must have training or something into keeping impassive expressions.
"No disrespect doctor, but I really don't give a shit. Please tell me what happened to my baby?" She smiles faintly but it falls away. She takes a moment and inhales, I know what she's going to say and I bury my face in my hands. NO!
"
I'm sorry Quinn; your baby is no longer with us. I understand you meant to give it up for adoption, did you have anyone in mind that we needed to tell?" She asks me insensitively, I glare at her.
"Leave, please." She leaves silently and I start to sob. This baby, who has caused so many problems for me was gone and I was sad, so sad I didn't know how I was going to live anymore.
"Quinn?" Finn asked softly. He climbs into the bed and holds me in his arms, kissing my hair and stroking my face.

7.5 Months later

Quinns POV

I think about the short amount of time I had with my baby, I'm sitting on the bus on the way to regionals next to Finn. I'd be 9 months pregnant now, ready to have her. I brush my stomach, Finn is next to me holding my hand and chatting to Mike who's in the seat next to ours. My life is the same, well as much as it ever can be. Coach found out and she sensitively didn't tell anyone, acting as if it never happened. Rachel is my friend now, despite how blatantly obvious it is that she will never get over Finn. She is with Puck at the moment, despite Santana. I chuckle to myself, thinking about when she found out. It's sad really, nearly in junior year and not being able to spend your last two years and school with the person you love. I think this and kiss Finn on the shoulder. I hope we win regionals; I might be able to be how happy I was before. The thought makes me shudder, no I will never be fully happy again, knowing that a part of me and Finn has died and the doctor didn't even care.

"Hey guys we're here!" Mr Schue shouts cheerfully, I roll my eyes. I get up still grabbing hold of Finn's hand and we make our way into the theatre. Ready to perform, ready to let everything go and think about the future. My perfect life, my perfect boyfriend, with a little more to me inside. The way it's always been. The way I like it. I smile up at Finn and bat my eyelashes, he kisses me on the nose and I giggle. Forever. I whisper to myself and nestle my head in the crook of his neck.