Quinntana Beginnings

Authors Note(I don't own any of the Glee characters) This is where all my one shots for Quinntana week will go. I Know I'm late, but I figure this will kill two birds with one stone. I know the first theme for Quinntana week was beginnings and the second hurt/comfort, so this covers both(kind of) I realize beginnings means first meetings, but I'm going to start as far as I can go with Glee, the first season, when Quinn gets pregnant. Instead it'll be the beginning of their relationship. In my story, Santana will be more supportive, and Quinn will lean on her more during her pregnancy, and even after, leading to a romantic relationship. Also, Quinn isn't dating Finn. Enjoy.

Quinn Fabray sits at her vanity, looking in the mirror as she applies her makeup. It's Saturday, and like any other sixteen year old, Quinn is getting ready for a party. Being a cheerleader has its perks for the teen. Popularity, going to a seemingly endless amount of parties the football team love to have just about every weekend after a game. It also helps that her cheerleading coach is crazy. Quinn and her teammates may not be grateful during practice, but when it's comes to getting out of some of their classes, they're thankful for one Sue Sylvester.

She's been to plenty of parties already half way through the first semester. At the beginning of the year, when she and her best friend's Santana and Brittany got on the cheer team, they were excited to be going to the parties. And at first it was fun, but now she's not sure if she's enjoying herself anymore. It's the same thing every time she goes. They dance to loosen up with the help of some alcohol, then everyone gets drunk, then they play some drunk games, like beer pong, or even truth or dare. Someone will dare another person to kiss, and the night ends with drunk hook up, and in the morning she's sick.

So, Quinn isn't really looking forward to going, but Santana and Brittany are, and she's keeping up with appearances. It would be weird for the caption of the cheer squad not to be at the party, and come Monday morning it would be the talk of the school. It would even be a top discussion to the less cool kids who weren't invited. Everyone knows Quinn Fabray parties. She finishes the last of her makeup with some lip gloss, when her cell phone rings.

"Lucy Q, I'm on my way over. You ready?"

Quinn makes sure her hair is perfect, lightly spraying some hair spray to get rid of some fly a ways. She didn't do anything fancy with it, it's just left down and straightened, but again, she has to keep up with appearances.

"Yeah, I just finished." She frowns hearing a radio, remembering her friend only has her permit. "Is your mom dropping you off?" Santana scoffs.

"Hell no. I have my permit, we don't have to walk anymore, and there's no way I would ever let Mami drive me to Puckerman's party."

"San, and adult is supposed to be with you." She scolds.

"Relax, Lucy Q. I'll only get in trouble if I get caught. Puck's house is only two blocks away." Quinn stands up, and walks over to her closet, to get a pair of shoes that matches her outfit.

"That's true. Just be careful, ok?" Santana chuckles.

"I swear, you're worse than Mami." She jokes. Quinn rolls her eyes, putting on a pair of heels.

"I just don't want my best friend getting hurt. Is Britt with you?" She asks at second thought.

"No, she's going with Mike, since they live closer. We'll meet her there. I'm in front of your house, get your ass down here." Santana hangs up before she could say anymore. She chuckles, rolling her eyes at her friend's antics. Then with one last check in the mirror, Quinn goes downstairs.

"Don't be out too late."

Her mother calls to her from the living room, hearing her jog down the stairs. She rolls her eyes. Her mother, Judy, is usually drunk on the weekends. By the time Quinn does get home she'll be passed out on the couch, or in her room, and the conversation will be long forgotten.

"OK." She says anyway, not wanting to start an argument. As she said, Santana is waiting for her in front of the house, with the radio blasting, and her singing along to a song she doesn't recognize. Spotting the blonde, Santana rolls down her window.

"It's about time." Quinn scoffs, walking around the car to the passenger side, and sliding inside. She turns then turns the volume down on the radio, so they can talk.

"It took me two minutes to get downstairs." Santana looks for traffic before pulling out on the road.

"Two more minutes we could have left already." Quinn rolls her eyes.

"Judy told me not to be home late, I would've left earlier." She explains. Santana scoffs.

"I don't know why she acts like she cares. Her drunk ass will be passed out later."

Quinn decides not to comment. She may not be looking forward to this party, but it does get her out of the house, and she'd rather spend the night with her friends, than her mother. Her father, Russell tends to work late, or so he says. One night Quinn and Santana had a sleepover at the Latina's house without Brittany. Both of her parents were working late, and so they decided to get drunk.

Antonio; Santana's father, had a lock on his liquor cabinet and neither girl could get it open. So, instead they went to a liquor store, and stayed in the parking lot, until they convinced someone to buy them alcohol. While they walked the fairly short distance back to Santana's house, they saw Russell making out with someone in the parking lot of a motel.

Santana turns into Puck's road, and it's already full of cars. The cheerleaders like to make an entrance, and they always plan together what time to arrive at a party. She finds a parking spot a few houses down from Puck, and again Quinn checks her hair and makeup in the mirror, while Santana does the same.

Before she was a cheerleader, she wasn't so vain and worried about her looks. My how things have changed. She thinks, as they both exit the car, and walk together to the house. It's filled with loud music, and even louder tipsy teenagers. Santana leans closer to Quinn to talk over the loud music.

"Do you wanna get a drink first?" She nods in response. Santana holds on to her hand as they weave through the crowd into the kitchen, so they don't lose each other. Puck always has a BYOB party. So, those who are able to get it, bring the alcohol with them, and tonight he has a table full. Santana gets them their normal rum and coke to start them off. Across the room, said football player spots them and smirks, walking towards them. He stands behind Santana, and wraps his arms around her waist.

"It's about time you got here." He says in her ear.

Quinn takes a deep breath looking away. For some reason she doesn't like to see the couple be intimate with each other. She talked about it with Brittany once, and the other blonde suggested she probably has a crush on Puck, and is just jealous. She's not sure, but she defiantly doesn't like the feeling she gets whenever she sees them together. Santana gently pushes him further away so she can turn around.

"You know we like to make an entrance, stop complaining." He rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, whatever. Brittany got here an hour before, and she was looking for you. I think she's somewhere in the living room." He informs the Latina. She grabs on to Quinn's hand again, and goes to leave the room when Puck stops her. "She only asked for you, San. I'll keep Quinn company." Santana looks over to Quinn, silently asking if she's ok with it. Quinn reluctantly nods, not wanting to keep her friends from enjoying themselves.

"I think I know what it's about, so I won't be long."

Quinn watches as she leaves, then leans against the counter while she sips from her drink. She feels awkward without the brunette, or Brittany. They usually never leave each other's side. Even when Santana sneaks upstairs with Puck, Brittany and Quinn will dance or just hang around the house together. Puck takes another beer from the cooler someone brought, and leans against the counter next to Quinn, popping off the cap.

"Santana told me you guys were joining the Glee club." He says casually trying to start a conversation. Quinn just nods in response. "Why? That's like social suicide."

Quinn wants to roll her eyes, but doesn't. In the unwritten rule book, she's not supposed to like anyone from the club, but she does, she has no reason not to. No one knows it, but she also loves to sing, always has. So, she's also a little excited to be joining, but acts blasé with the football player.

"Coach Sue wants to destroy it from the inside or something, her words, not mine." Puck snorts, sipping from his beer.

"How long will that last?" Quinn takes a few sips from her own drink, looking around the house, wondering what's taking Santana so long.

"I don't know, and I don't care. Sue can be unpredictable, but she could also be very predictable. Either way, she's crazy." Puck chuckles, then drinks some more of his beer.

"I know you Santana and Brittany are usually attached to the hips." Quinn narrows her eyes, wondering where he's going with this. "I noticed you looking for them." He explains. She nods, lightly blushing.

"Since Santana is my girlfriend." Again, Quinn feels the same as she does when seeing Puck and Santana together in the pit of her stomach. "I figure, I should try to make friends with you and Brittany. So, if you find yourself getting bored, or get separated from them again, we could just drink together and chill." He offers. Quinn finds it suspicious though. Puck is usually only nice when he wants something. She may not know him that well, but that she knows for sure. He notices how skeptical she is, and puts his arms up in surrender.

"I'm not such a terrible guy." She huffs.

"Sure." He smirks. Santana finally arrives, holding Brittany's hand, dragging the tall blonde behind her.

"Come on, Lucy Q, we're gonna dance!" She yells over the music, taking the other blonde's hand. Quinn notes to herself to ask what took the girls so long. Again, they weave through the large crowd.

Santana tries to get Quinn to dance, since she's more hesitant than the other two. She maybe a cheerleader, but dancing freestyle, Quinn gets shy. Santana puts her hands on the blonde's hips to get her to move. Quinn's heartbeats faster, and she feels herself blush. Santana pulls her closer, so she can be heard over the music.

"Just loosen up. Don't worry if you're good or not, most of the people here are drunk." She says in her ear, making her shiver.

Brittany then pulls Santana away from her, so they could dance together instead. Quinn frowns at the loss. She stands around for a few uncomfortable minutes, watching her two best friends dance very close to each other, before she decides to get away from the crowd, and going upstairs instead.

There are still a few people who have migrated to the second floor, but it's nowhere near crowded as downstairs. She knocks on a few doors to find an empty one, and coincidently finds Puck's room is the only one. She sits on the bottom of his bed with a bored sigh, then drinks the rest of her drink. She almost regrets going now, since she's considering doing anything with Puck of all people. Suddenly said football player walks in with one of the cheerleaders, Ashely. She's clearly drunk, and Puck is getting there.

"What the hell?" The pair jump apart from the make out session, not expecting anyone to be in the room. Puck squints his eyes.

"Q? When did you get here?" She rolls her eyes.

"I've been here the whole time, drunk." She walks over to him, crossing her arms. "Do you plan on sleeping with her?" She asks accusingly. Puck also rolls his eyes, annoyed.

"I was, until you showed up." Being drunk, Ashley hasn't heard any of their discussion.

"Are we gonna do this, or not?" She whines.

"Not with Quinn in the room, maybe next time." Ashley groans, leaving the room. Puck glares at Quinn. "Happy?" Quinn pushes his shoulder, making him stumble back.

"You're such an asshole. You're with Santana, why the hell were you with Ashley?!" Puck walks over to his bed, and drops himself onto it with a sigh.

"I'm not cheating." He argues. Quinn turns around, now angrier. "We have an open relationship, we agreed on it." Quinn narrows her eyes, confused.

"Why would Santana agree to that?" He shrugs.

"She has a thing with Brittany. She doesn't know I know, but I do." He confesses.

Quinn thinks about her friend's behavior for the last few weeks. There have been a few times they have sleepovers without her, they're always sneaking off at parties, like tonight and she has been feeling like the third wheel. There's nothing to actually prove it's true though, so for now she'll drop it. But she does know if it is true, she guesses Santana wouldn't want Puck to spreading that around. Quinn sits next to Puck on the bed.

"You shouldn't say that." He looks at her confused. "If Santana is doing anything with Brittany, I don't think she wants anyone to know. So, don't say anything." She explains. Puck doesn't say anything, she assumes it's because he's getting drunk, and might not remember their conversation anyway.

"So, why are you in here, anyway?" He finally speaks up. She shrugs.

"Brittany and Santana were dancing together, it's not my thing. I came up here to get some space." Puck hums in response, then leans over his bed to reach for something on the floor. He picks up a pack of wine coolers on the floor, then holds one out to Quinn.

"we could just drink together, and chill, like I said." She sighs, and reluctantly takes one. Puck grabs his own, and doesn't waist anytime drinking it. Quinn takes a few gulps from her own. "Finn really likes you." Puck suddenly confesses. Quinn shrugs.

"Could have fooled me." Puck scratches his head.

"Rachel is pretty, but he's only trying to get you jealous." She looks skeptical. Quinn thinks she might have a crush on the other football player, but lately he has been showing interest in one of the Glee kids.

"Has he told you this?" He frowns.

"No." Quinn scoffs.

"His loss then. You're hot." Quinn snorts, then drinks a few more gulps of her drink.

"Are you sure you're not the one who has a crush on me." She jokes. Puck just stares at her.

"I don't know, but I do know that I'm almost drunk, I'm horny, and you're hot." She scoffs, but doesn't say more than that. Puck holds out another bottle. Quinn looks down at her own, and realizes she drank it all already. She accepts the new one, and takes a few gulps from it. "I didn't realize you were such a drunk." Quinn only chuckles in response.

The next morning, Quinn groans at the sun hitting her face. She rolls over, and puts a pillow over her head. She has a migraine, and she feels nauseous. Suddenly she hears snoring next to her, so she lifts the pillow enough to see who it's coming from. It's then that she realizes she's still in Puck's room. Quinn gasps, taking the pillow off completely. Puck is still asleep next to her, and he almost looks naked. Connecting the dots, she looks down at herself, and realizes she is also naked.

"Holy shit." She whispers to herself.

As best as she can with a hangover, Quinn collects her clothes from the floor, gets dressed, then faces the walk of shame out of the house. She passes a few hung-over football players, and the house is a mess, but nothing for her to worry about, until she's standing by the road. Quinn remembers she got a ride from Santana, and there were no signs of the Latina inside the Puckerman residence.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." She says, running her hand through her hair. Quinn remembers her phone, and calls the one person she knows is sober to drive. Rachel Berry. The diva programmed her number in each of the new members' phones, as an offering of her friendship. She never thought she would use it until now.

"Hello, this is Rachel. May I ask whose calling?" Quinn rolls her eyes. She has no problem with the other girl, she's very nice, but the way she talks can't be tolerated by someone who is hung-over.

"It's Quinn."

"Oh, Hi, Quinn. I didn't expect to get a call from you."

"I know, um, I need a favor. I'm still at Puck's. Santana was my ride to the party last night, but she left without me. Could you drive me back to my place?" She asks hopefully.

"I'm sorry you couldn't rely on your friend. I have no problem driving you, but you're going to have to give me directions, as I don't know where you live." Quinn breathes a sigh of relief.

"Thank you. Yeah, that's fine. I'm waiting outside the house."

"I'll be there in a few." Rachel hangs up, so Quinn puts her phone back into her pocket, and sits on the curb. She can't believe she just had a one night stand with her best friend's boyfriend. Quinn gasps, realizing what she just did.

"Oh god, I'm a terrible friend." Quinn puts her face in her hands, crying. Santana won't forgive me for this. She thinks, feeling guilty and regrets ever going into Puck's room. She hears a car pull up in front of her, so Quinn quickly wipes her eyes before getting in the vehicle. Rachel looks at her concerned.

"I don't mean to sound rude, but you look terrible." Quinn groans in response, holding her head as she leans on the door. "Did something happen?" She quickly looks over at the brunette, internally panicking.

"No, why?" Rachel shrugs.

"I can see that you've been crying." She says carefully. Quinn closes her eyes, leaning her head against the seat.

"I really don't wanna talk about it, Berry. Please just take me home. I'm sure my lovely mother will be very happy to see me." She says bitterly. Without another word, Rachel looks for traffic before pulling out on to the street. With Quinn's help, she's able to take her home.

"Quinn, I know we haven't known each other for very long, but I'm a good listener." She offers as they sit in front of the Fabray house. Quinn sighs, then flashes a weak smile.

"I'll keep that in mind. I'll see you in Glee club." Rachel smiles back, and waves as Quinn gets out of the car. The brunette waits until Quinn is inside before she leaves.

"Quinn, is that you?" Judy calls out from the kitchen. Quinn curses under her breath.

"Yeah." Judy walks into the foyer with a displeased look on her face.

"You were out all night, and you have a hangover." She says, observing her daughters appearance.

"Yeah, I didn't plan on getting drunk. I just wasn't in the best mood last night, it won't happen again." She promises. "I'm going to take a shower, then take a nap." She tries to go upstairs but Judy blocks her path to the steps.

"We have church, you won't be taking a nap." She reminds her daughter. "We've been waiting for you. Hurry up, I don't want to be late." Judy steps aside so Quinn can go to her room. As she climbs the stairs, she rolls her eyes. Ever since she was a little girl her parents have been forcing her to go to church. Not that she didn't like it then, but now she doesn't care for it. He church's beliefs don't match her own anymore.

The drive to church was awkward. Russell kept giving Quinn disappointed glances, and they didn't stop during the service either. As soon as they arrived home, Quinn went to her room, got out of her church clothes, and into her pajamas before taking a nap. Or at least she tried. A few minutes after her head hit the pillow, her cell phone rings. She groans, blindly reaching over to her nightstand to grab it.

"What?" She hears a snort from the other end.

"Someone is still hung-over." Quinn moans, aggravated and annoyed.

"What do you want, Santana?" There's a short pause.

"I'm sorry." Quinn opens her eyes, shocked her friend is apologizing. Santana doesn't apologize.

"W-Why did you leave?" She stutters, surprised, and a little hurt.

"I was drunk, Q. I didn't know where you were, and I didn't feel like looking for you anymore, so I left with Britt." Quinn sighs.

"Of course you did." She says bitterly.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" She closes her eyes again, taking a deep breath. One thing they each have in common is, they don't handle their feelings well, especially in front of others.

"Nothing, forget it. I'm tired, San. I'm gonna go back to sleep." Quinn doesn't give Santana any time to respond back. She drops her phone on the floor, then rolls over and sleeps.

The next day, Russell still glares at Quinn during breakfast, and even as he leaves for work. Judy most defiantly informed him of her behavior from the party, and how she hung-over she arrived from Puck's. Judy gets drunk all the time, but she does in the privacy of their home. Russell doesn't approve public misbehavior from any of the Fabray's. But she ignores it, and continues off to school.

Walking into the school, Quinn is hoping she could avoid Santana. The Latina has been calling her since yesterday morning, but she didn't want to talk anymore, and she still doesn't. She feels too guilty, and she's afraid she blurt out to the brunette what happened at the party. But luck isn't on her side. As she retrieves her morning books from her locker, Puck approaches her.

"I've been trying to call you." Quinn closes her locker, and looks at him confused.

"Then you must have the wrong number, because the only person whose been calling me is Santana." Puck also gets confused, and checks his phone, then shows Quinn.

"This isn't your number?" She rolls her eyes.

"You idiot, you don't even have enough numbers. You're missing a four at the end of that." She informs him. Then begins to walk to homeroom. Puck adds the number, then follows her.

"Why would Santana be calling you? Does she know?" Quinn stops in the middle of the hall, then turns around glaring at the football player.

"She's calling me because she's my best friend." She glances around to make sure no one is paying attention to them. "Don't talk about that here. No one knows but us, and it's going to stay that way."

"Ok." He agrees. Quinn starts to walk off again, but then remembers something. She turns around, and pushes Puck into an empty art room. "What the hell?" Quinn locks the door.

"Do you remember our conversation last night?" Puck purses his lips, and hums as he thinks. Then a light bulb goes off in his head.

"I won't say anything." He promises. Quinn strides forward, and pokes Puck's chest.

"You better not, or I swear to god you'll regret it. If Santana really is gay, she's going to come out on her terms, got it?" She threatens. He nods.

"Yeah, I got it. Look, I may be an asshole, but my heart isn't made of ice. It's already been a few weeks since I caught them sneaking off in the locker room to make out." Quinn feels it again in the pit of her stomach, but brushes it off.

"You have?"

"Yeah. I wouldn't do that to her, Q. I've actually been waiting for her to admit it to me. Even if I am just her beard, she should tell someone so they're on her side. She needs to get it off her chest." He confesses. Quinn takes a step back, shocked.

"Wow. That was actually really nice, and smart." He shrugs.

"I'm not book smart, but I am street smart." She snorts.

"You're right, though. But I think she has Brittany, so maybe that's why she hasn't said anything." He shakes his head.

"I don't think she even admitted it to her." Quinn narrows her eyes, skeptically.

"How do you know?"

"We got drunk one night, ya know before we." She nods, not wanting him to finish. "Anyway, she slipped that she hooked up with Brittany once, but I already knew. She said she only did it, cause I wasn't around and she was horny, and told Brittany the same." Quinn sighs, feeling bad for her best friend. The warning bell rings, indicating they should get to homeroom before the morning announcements.

"Shit." Quinn curses. "Homeroom is the one class Sue can't get us out of. Just make sure you don't slip this to someone when you're drunk, because you had no problem telling me." She says over her shoulder as she leaves to get to homeroom. Puck rushes to follow her.

"I was drunk, but I knew enough to trust you." He says as he catches up to the cheerleader. She nods in response, then enters her homeroom class she shares with Rachel Berry. The teacher takes attendance, and the students listen to morning announcements before going off to their first class.

Quinn is able to avoid Santana for most of the day. She's thankful for not having cheer practice that morning, or that would have been impossible. But as she enters the cafeteria, she's met with a not so happy cheerleader. Santana walks up to her with her arms crossed, and glaring.

"Why have you been avoiding me, and ignoring my calls?" Quinn avoids her intense gaze.

"I slept most of the day Sunday, and I haven't been avoiding you." She lies. Santana takes another step forward.

"Bullshit. What did you mean on the phone?" Quinn sighs.

"Nothing. You and Brittany just have been hanging out more together, so it was no surprise to me that you left together, it's no big deal, San." She hopes Santana senses the double meaning, but if she does, the Latina doesn't show any signs of it.

"So, what happened to you at the party? We were dancing and having a good time, then you were gone." She bites her lip.

"You know I don't like to dance. You and Brittany looked like you were having fun without me, so I just drank with Finn. We just hung out the rest of the night outside, and he drove me home." She lies. Santana seems to buy it too.

"Why couldn't you tell me that on the phone?" She asks, a little hurt.

"I just wasn't feeling well, and wanted to sleep. I'm sorry." Santana nods.

"It's ok, I forgive you. I know what it's like having a hangover." Santana gestures to the cheerios regular table with her head. "Britt and I saved a seat for you." Quinn feels so guilty she lied, but she also can't tell her the truth just yet. As they drink their shakes Coach Sue makes them drink to keep their weight down, Quinn makes a mental note to talk to Finn after Glee.

A few weeks pass, and Quinn is still unable to tell Santana the truth. Finn agreed to lie about them being together a lot easier than she thought he would, and guesses Puck was right about his feelings for her. Other than that, her friendship with both Santana and Brittany have been good, and things have been fine up until recently. Quinn has been feeling sick. Certain foods make her want to throw up, and even when it's not the smell of food, she constantly feels nauseous.

It's starting to affect her performance during cheer practice. Sue has been a lot harder on them team because of it, and even harder on her. Right now Quinn has just gotten out of the shower after another long, and hard practice. The team isn't very happy with their caption, including Santana.

"What the hell is your problem, Fabray?!" She barks as they dry off. Quinn closes her eyes, taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, San. I'm not doing this on purpose." She defends herself. Brittany pouts.

"Stop fighting, guys." Santana sighs, aggravated.

"You better figure out what's wrong then, I'm getting bruises, Q. It's not attractive." She continues as they change into a clean uniform. Brittany looks at Quinn closely, and notices how pale she is.

"You look sick." She notes. "Are you feeling sick, is that why you're messing up the routines?" Santana frowns, and observes Quinn's appearance. Quinn avoids her gaze, as she ties her shoe.

"Britt, I'll meet you in class."

"You'll tell me later, right?" She nods.

"Yeah, don't worry. She probably just has a stomach bug or something, or it's probably just that time of the month." She reassures the taller blonde. Brittany nods, then gives Quinn a hug.

"I hope you feel better." Quinn flashes a weak smile. She's internally freaking out though, trying to remember the last time she had her period. Santana makes sure Brittany is gone, along with a few other girls before sitting next to Quinn on the bench.

"Is it just a stomach bug?" Quinn takes another deep breath, as her eyes fill with tears.

"I-I don't think so, San." She whispers. Santana slides closer to her, and wraps her arm around her shoulders, pouting.

"You think you might be pregnant?" Quinn covers her mouth, choking a sob. Santana gently guides the blonde into a hug, and rubs her back.

"Thi-is can't h-happen, San. M-My parents are g-going to k-kill me." Santana rocks them back and forth, not knowing how else to comfort her best friend.

"You're not even one hundred percent sure you're pregnant. You'd have to take a test to be sure. And if you are, I'll help you deal with your asshole parents." Quinn sobs harder on the Latina's shoulder.

"W-Will you come w-with me?" She manages to get out.

"Of course I will. You need to calm down first, sweetie. I'll buy your test, and you can take it at my house." She offers. Quinn hold on Santana tightens.

"Thank you." Now she feels even guiltier. Santana is being such a good friend, and she doesn't even deserve it. She knows Santana won't really be upset over who it was she slept with, but she won't be happy that she lied, even if she denies it.

After Quinn calms down, and cleans herself up, Santana drives her to the drug store, and pays for a few pregnancy tests. Quinn offered to do it herself, but the brunette reminds her how fast rumors spread in her town, and she would rather someone see her buying the test instead.

Santana's mother, Maribel is a realtor, and her father, Marcos is a doctor. So, neither are home for now. They rush up to the brunette's room, then into her bathroom. Santana fills a cup she uses to brush her teeth full of water, and passes it to the blonde. She looks at it confused.

"Q, I bought like five tests, and I doubt you actually have to pee. You're gonna have to drink a lot of this." Quinn sighs taking the cup, then chugs the water down.

"Can I at least drink something with flavor?" She asks, grimacing from the water.

"Do you want soda or ice tea?"

"Ice tea." She nods.

"I'll be right back."

After about ten cups of ice tea, Quinn finally has to pee. Santana stays with her the whole time, passing her a test since drinking so much, made her have to pee so much. Then Santana puts lines the tests up on her counter, and they wait. Quinn paces the room, while Santana sits on the counter, casually filing her nails.

"If I'm pregnant, they're going to kick me out." Quinn thinks out loud. Santana sighs.

"Then you could always live with me." She offers. Quinn stops in her tracks.

"Would your parents allow that?" Santana shrugs.

"I think so. We do have a guest room." Quinn nods, then continues to pace.

"I don't know if I'm going to keep it. I can't take care of a baby." Santana sets her nail file aside, and leans against the wall behind her.

"Are you one hundred percent positive?" She nods, still pacing. "Then the next question is abortion or adoption." Quinn stops.

"Won't I need permission to abort?" Santana shrugs.

"I think so. If that's something you want to do, we'd have to look into it." Quinn bites her lip, then shakes her head.

"I don't think I could do that."

"Ok, adoption it is." The timer on Santana's cell phone goes off, making them both jump. Santana turns it off. "Do you want me to look?" Quinn bites her nail, and nods. Santana slides off the counter, and looks at the first test. She doesn't give any clue to what it says, and just moves on to the other.

"What is it, San?" She asks, getting impatient. Santana takes a deep breath, turning around.

"I-I'm sorry, Q. They're all positive." Quinn breaks down again in the brunette's arms. She slides down, so they're sitting on the floor. They sit like that for a while, until Quinn stops crying.

"Please don't tell anyone yet, San. I have to figure out how I'm going to do it first, and I can't not be on the cheerios. I need to be on the team for as long as I can." She pleads.

"Not even Brittany?" Quinn sighs.

"If you want. No one else though." Santana continues to rub Quinn's back.

"Who's the father?" She carefully asks. Quinn squeezes her eyes shut. "It's Finn, isn't it? You weren't telling me the truth when you said you just hung out at Puck's party." She breathes out a sigh of relief, but then bites her lip. Now is the perfect time to tell Santana the real truth, but she just can't bring herself to say the words.

"Yeah." She whispers.

"Why did you lie to me?" She just shrugs. "Ok, I'll keep this quiet for as long as I can, and I'll tell Britt to do the same. But you have to tell Finn, Q. He has the right to know." She silently nods, thinking she also has to tell the real father. She did the math in her head, and only time she had sex in weeks was with Puck.

"Mija, you home?!" Maribel yells out from the first floor. Quinn starts to panic, picking her head up from Santana's chest.

"San, she can't know." Santana nods.

"It's ok, she won't come up here. I'll throw away all the tests, relax. Everything is going to be ok." She coaxes. Santana stands up, then throws the tests away in the garbage under the sink. "Mija?!" Maribel calls again.

"Yeah, I'm home, Mami. Quinn is here too!" She responds back.

"Will you be staying for dinner?!" Quinn stands up, and brushes off her uniform. Santana gives her some tissues to wipe her eyes.

"No, I should be going now, thank you for the offer!" She says, keeping her eyes on Santana. "Can you take me home?" Santana nods.

It takes Quinn two days to get the courage to tell Puck about the baby. She already told Finn, and convinced him it was what they did in his hot tub a week before she found out she was pregnant. She can't decide if she should laugh that he believed her, or feel sorry for him.

Santana continues to be very supportive. They have a lot of sleepovers at the brunette's house, and she holds her hair when she gets sick from something, and even accommodates to her weird food cravings. Quinn couldn't be more thankful, and guiltier all at once. Puck is at his locker, talking with Dave, another football player. Quinn takes a deep breath before walking up to the pair. She bites her lip, then taps on Puck's shoulder. He turns around and smiles.

"Hey. What's up?" Quinn glances at Dave.

"I need to talk to you, in private." She adds. Puck turns to Dave.

"I'll talk to you later, man." He nods, then pats Puck's shoulder before leaving. Puck turns back towards her and sighs. "I think I know what this is about." Quinn looks surprised.

"You do?" He nods, looking around the hall, making sure no one is watching them.

"Yeah, let's talk somewhere else." He takes Quinn's arm and leads them in the direction of the weight room in the gym. He locks the door. "Finn told me about the baby." She rolls her eyes. She made him swear not to tell anyone. She should have known not to trust him.

"Of course he did."

"I know it's not his. It's impossible, and Finn's an idiot to believe it." Quinn just nods. "Does Santana know?" She sighs.

"She knows I'm pregnant. She bought the tests for me. She doesn't know it's yours." He nods.

"I didn't think so. When do you plan on telling her?" Quinn silently starts to cry.

"I don't know. I already feel so guilty, and I know the longer I wait, the worse it'll be." He shrugs.

"I doubt she'll care. We know she's not really into to me." Quinn sniffles, wiping her eyes.

"She'll try to convince me that's why she's mad, but it'll really be because I didn't tell her the truth from the beginning. She'll feel betrayed." Puck sighs.

"So, what are we going to do?"

"I'm giving it up, I can't take care of a baby. It deserves a nice family." Puck glares at her.

"I have no say in this? What if I want to keep it?" Quinn narrows her eyes.

"I'm the one giving birth to this baby. And how are you going to take care of it, Puck? Do you think you can live on the money you get for cleaning pools? What will you do in the winter?" He huffs.

"I could get another job." He argues.

"If we keep this baby, who will it live with? Me or you?" He shrugs.

"We can take turns." She scoffs.

"My parents are going to kick me out once I tell them, Puck. Image is everything to them, and I ruined our family name, they're going to disown me." She argues back. "I'm going to be homeless and pregnant." Puck takes a step forward.

"You can live with me." He offers. She shakes her head.

"Santana already said I could live with her. There's just no guarantee it'll happen." At this point, Quinn is crying again.

"Then where will you live?" He asks in concern.

"I don't know, that's the problem. We can't keep this baby, Puck. It deserves a better home, and better parents." He groans. The warning bell rings, and Quinn wipes her eyes, making herself presentable. "Just drop it, and don't tell anyone. I'll do it when I'm ready." And with that she leaves to her next class.

Another few weeks pass. Quinn is standing in front of her full length mirror, starring at her bump. Her stomach is growing. Though she's still able to hide it under her clothes, including her uniform, she knows that won't last. Finn is sitting at the bottom of her bed, watching her. The football player has been asking her to date him since she told him about the baby, and she finally gave in. Tonight they plan on telling her parents, but agreed to keep her pregnancy a secret.

"Are you sure you don't want to keep it?" She sighs. "I think you'd be a great mom."

"No, I wouldn't. Adoption is better."

"When are you going to tell them, before or after dessert?" Quinn glares at him in the mirror.

"I told you already, we're not going to. You're only here to meet them as my boyfriend, that's it."

"You have to tell them sometime." He argues.

"And tonight isn't the time." She argues back. Finn deflates in defeat. Judy walks into the room without knocking, causing Quinn to jump and quickly hide her stomach.

"I just came up to let you know Dinner is ready." She nods, then follows Judy to the dining room. Quinn and Finn sit across from her mother, while Russell sits at the head of the table, like always. They hold hands while he says a prayer before eating.

"Quinn told me you're on the football team." Russell says. Finn nods, with a nervous smile.

"Yes, sir."

"Do plan on getting a scholarship with it?" Finn scratches the back of his neck.

"I don't think I'm good enough for a scholarship, but I do try." Quinn holds her breath. She knows how important going to college is to both her parents.

"How are your grades?" Finn looks down ashamed.

"Not as good as they should be, sir." He admits. Russell grunts.

"Then how do you plan on going to college? I want my daughter dating someone who has a future." Quinn can't help but feel bad for the football player. If she just told the truth about the baby's father, he wouldn't be caught in the middle of this.

"My back up plan is the army, sir. My father was enlisted, and I'd like to serve too." Russell raises his brows, surprised by the teens answer.

"That's brave of you." Just finally speaks up. Finn politely smiles in return.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"What school do you to attend after you serve?" Russell asks. Finn nervously clears his throat.

"I haven't thought that far yet." He admits. Russell looks disappointed.

"He has plenty of time to figure that out." Judy says, surprising Quinn.

"But it's always better to know that now." They continue to eat in silence. Quinn notices Finn is dying to say something, and she knows exactly what it is. She kicks his leg under the table, and mouths "don't you dare." Finn sighs.

Ever since Quinn told him about the baby, he's been freaking out. Then just tonight he learns Quinn wants to give it up for adoption. In his mind, if he told her parents they would convince Quinn to keep the baby, and would help them raise it. He doesn't want his child not knowing who their real parents are, and doesn't like the idea of never being able to see them again.

"I'm sorry, but I have to say something." Quinn shakes her head, and pleads with her eyes for him not to say anything. It almost makes him change his mind.

"Well, speak up." Russell says. Finn mouths "I'm sorry" to Quinn.

"We're gonna have a baby." He blurts out. Russell glares at the pair. Judy doesn't look surprised, she looks guilty instead. Quinn wants to crawl in a hole and die.

"Who's going to have a baby?" Russell asks.

"M-Me and Quinn, sir." Russell glares at Quinn. If looks could kill.

"You're pregnant." She starts to silently cry, and slowly nods. "You have fifteen minutes to get out of this house." Quinn chokes a sob.

"Please, don't do this. I'm sorry, but please don't kick me out." She pleads.

"You're a disgrace, you're not my daughter anymore, and I want you out of this house." Finn is feeling guilty, but is also relieved he got it off his chest. Quinn turns to her mother.

"Please, don't let him do this. Stick up for yourself for once." Judy doesn't say a word. Russell suddenly stands, slamming his hands on the table.

"I said, get out of my house!"

Finn jumps up from his seat, and helps Quinn out of hers. He walks them up to her room, and while Quinn cries on her bed, he packs most of her clothes into a luggage bag. Then when he's finished, Finn kneels in front of her.

"I'm sorry. I just thought they would help us. I didn't think your dad would kick you out." Quinn runs her fingers through her hair, sniffling.

"Can you take me to Santana?" She asks, ignoring his apology. Finn looks at her confused.

"Why Santana? You could just come to my house, it's my baby too." She shakes her head.

"No, I want to go to Santana's. If you won't take me, I'll walk." He sighs in defeat.

"Fine."

On the drive there, Finn tries to get Quinn to answer his question, but she doesn't say a word until he pulls up in front of the house.

"She's my best friend. She was the first person to know about the pregnancy, and she offered me to stay with her." She explains. Finn sighs.

"I should be with you through this, not Santana." Quinn could tell him right now, but she's had enough drama for one night.

"I'm not going to change my mind, Finn. Thanks for taking me, I'll see you later." Quinn opens the door, and Finn jumps out of the car to help her carry her bag to the door. He gives it to her, then kisses her cheek.

"We're gonna get through this." Quinn only nods in response.

She waits until Finn leaves, before knocking on the door. For a second she's afraid it will be either of Santana's parents, and she would have to explain why she's there on a school night with her luggage, but this time luck is on her side, and it's Santana who opens the door. Before the brunette can ask why she's there, Quinn falls into her arms, sobbing.

"The-ey kicked m-me out." Santana sighs, rubbing Quinn's back.

"Let's go inside, ok?"

Santana pulls out of the embrace, but takes Quinn's hand as they walk inside. It's then that Quinn sees Maribel and Marcos sitting in the living room. It looks like Santana had been watching a movie with them, and they have it on pause, so the brunette doesn't miss it. Maribel frowns, seeing Quinn has been crying, and holding her luggage. She gets out of her seat, and checks if the blonde is ok.

"What happened, honey?" She asks, hugging the teen. Quinn pleads with Santana for her to explain so she doesn't have to.

"Mami, Los padres de Quinn la echaron. Está embarazada. Por favor, que se quede." Maribel rubs Quinn's back then steps out of the embrace.

"You can stay here for as long as you need to. We can discuss everything another time."

"Santana, take her upstairs, while I talk to our mother." She nods, then has Quinn follow her to the guest room.

"His not mad, is he?" Quinn asks, worried Maribel agreed to something without talking to Marcos first. Santana shakes her head, taking Quinn's luggage from her.

"No, they're probably just talking about what they want to discuss with you tomorrow." Santana puts Quinn's bag on the bed. She pulls out a pair of pajamas, then puts the bag inside the closet.

"You think it'll be that soon?" Santana sits on the bed with a sigh.

"Yeah, probably after they both come back from work." Quinn nods.

"Thank you." Santana smiles. "Thanks for everything. You're more of a father to this baby than Finn is." She jokes to lighten the mood, and so she doesn't feel so guilty. Santana just laughs.

"You're welcome." She pauses, looking at the time. "It's getting late. I'm gonna let you sleep." She says getting off the bed. "There's an extra toothbrush in the bathroom across the hall." Quinn gives her another hug before she leaves.

In Glee the next day, Mr. Shue has them rehearsing their choreography for Sectionals. Some of the teammates aren't getting it, so Mike and Brittany are helping them with the steps. They have already taken a few breaks to rehydrate.

No one noticed someone spilled some water until Quinn slips on it. Puck quickly rushes over from the other side of the room to catch her, with Santana right behind him. Finn also tries to help. He understands why Santana would rush over to her friend, but he glares at Puck.

"Get your hands off my girlfriend!" He shouts at him. Puck rolls his eyes, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Finn, there's no need to yell, Puck was just trying to help." Mr. Shue steps in. Mercedes looks between them, confused.

"Why are you all trying to jump in to help her anyway? Y'all are acting like she's glass about to break on the floor." Puck, Quinn, and Santana don't say a word.

"She's pregnant, and I'm the father." The other three glare at the football player.

"Finn, you need to learn how to keep your mouth shut. I was going to tell them when I was ready." Santana stand beside her, and rubs her back. Everyone else looks shocked, until a light bulb goes off in Rachel's head.

"Oh my god. It was at Puck's party wasn't it?" Not only Finn, but Santana and Puck are confused.

"How do you know that?" Finn asks.

"Well, I wasn't there, but Quinn called me asking if I could take her home the next day. Santana was her ride, but she left with Brittany." She explains. Santana glares at Quinn.

"You lied to me?"

"I-I'm so sorry, San." She shakes her head.

"Did you lie about who the father is too?" Finn glares at the Latina.

"What are you talking about? I'm the father." Again, Puck rolls his eyes.

"Dude, you're such an idiot. Do you really think you got her pregnant arriving too early in a hot tub? You didn't even have sex." Finn strides forward and shoves Puck. Mike, Mr. Shue and Matt pull him back.

"Tell him the truth, Quinn!" The cheerleader starts to cry, shaking her head.

"Puck is the father." She whispers. "I'm so sorry." She tells Finn.

He pushes out of the other guys' arms, and storms out of the room. Quinn looks over at Santana. The cheerleader looks very hurt, but then quickly covers it by glaring at the blonde.

"I'm so sorry, San." Santana also storms out, and Brittany follows. Puck stands beside Quinn, and rubs her arm.

"Do you wanna leave? I can take you to my place." He offers. "You should give her some space." She nods. Puck wraps his arm around her shoulders as they leave.

At the Puckerman house, Quinn is crying on Puck's bed, while he tries to comfort her.

"I'm sure she won't stay mad forever." He reassures her.

"I should've just told her the truth." Puck sighs. He hasn't been able to help the blonde, and he feels useless. "Most of my stuff are at her house. Her parents told me I could stay with them for as long as I need to."

"My offer still stands." She sighs. She doesn't want to live with Puck, she'd rather make up with Santana, and live with her. "I think you should give this mom thing another try. We could live here for a while, just until we get our own place. I'll get another job." Quinn cuts him of, getting out of the bed, shaking her head.

"I already made up my mind, Puck. I'm giving the baby up for an adoption, so they'll have a better family than what we could give them." He groans.

"Who says they'll be better? How do we know they're not crazy or something?" She rolls her eyes.

"I'll be able to choose you adopts the baby." He sighs, defeated.

"My father was a dead beat. I just want the chance to be better." He admits.

"You will, by giving it up for adoption." Suddenly Santana walks in, still upset, but not angry. "San, what are you doing here?" Quinn asks, confused.

"I came to pick you up. Berry told me you would be here."

"How did you?" Puck starts to ask. Santana cuts him off.

"I have my ways."

"I didn't think you would want me to live with you anymore." Santana sighs.

"I wouldn't do that. You're my best friend." Quinn flashes a weak smile. "Why did you do it, Q? Why did you lie?" She shrugs.

"He's your boyfriend." Santana nods.

"You don't look very upset." Puck notes. Santana glares at him.

"What are you talking about? You cheated on me, of course I'm upset." He shrugs.

"Then where's Snix? Why aren't you yelling at me in Spanish?" She sighs.

"I'm dealing with one thing at a time." She lies.

"San, come on." Santana narrows her eyes.

"What?" Quinn shakes her head.

"She doesn't have to say anything, Puck." Santana looks between them confused.

"One of you tell me what the hell you're talking about." She demands. Puck opens his mouth to say something, but Quinn cuts in before he can.

"No, just drop it." Puck rolls his eyes.

"Q, it's just us. It's ok if she says it." She shakes her head again.

"Not if she's not ready." She reminds him. Santana groans.

"Just tell me what you're talking about already." Puck steps forward, while Quinn looks away.

"W-We know about you and Brittany." She narrows her eyes.

"What about me and Brittany." He huffs.

"San, stop." He gently says. "I've seen you two sneak off in the locker room to make out, and you've said her name when we had sex before." Santana looks down at the floor, while Quinn looks surprised at the new information.

"I was drunk, but I still remember." There's a short silence, until Santana finally speaks up.

"I-I'm not gay, we just fool around."

"It's ok if you are. You're still a bad ass, nothing will change that." Puck reassures her. Quinn nods in agreement.

"Your sexuality doesn't define you, San." Quinn finally speaks up. "You'll always be my best friend. Love is love." Santana sighs.

"I-I don't love her. I like what we do, but I'm not in love with her." She admits. Puck shrugs.

"Then you'll find another hot chick." Santana flashes a weak smirk.

"You don't have to tell anyone else right away if you don't want to." Quinn says.

"Yeah, I'll be your beard for as long as you need." Puck offers. Not wanting to talk about it any further, Santana changes the subject.

"We better go home. Mami and Papi will be home soon." Quinn says goodbye to Puck before they leave.

When Quinn and Santana arrive at the house, Maribel and Marcos are already waiting for them, and they have a long discussion about what Quinn will do with the baby after it's born, answering all of their questions. And they even offer to look into adoption for her, so all she'll have to worry about is school.

As Quinn goes through each phase of her pregnancy, she and Santana only get closer. Santana has talked a little more on her relationship with Brittany, and also when she realized she was gay. It wasn't until she went shopping with Santana and Brittany, that the other blonde suggested Quinn has more than friendly feelings for the Latina.

Quinn, Santana and Brittany are looking for more cute maternity clothes for the blonde, since her stomach doesn't seem to stop growing. The week before, Santana went with Quinn to her doctor's appointment and they found out the sex of the baby. It's a girl. So Brittany also suggested they look for some clothes, but Santana had to remind their friend Quinn will be giving the baby to another family.

"Lucy Q, how about this shirt?" Santana asks, holding up a pink, short sleeve shirt against her. Quinn nods.

"Yeah, it's not as bad as the others." Santana puts it in the cart.

"How much clothes are you going to get?" Brittany asks looking through the rack. Quinn looks in the cart at the clothes they already chosen and shrugs.

"I just need a pair of jeans. Then we can go to another store so you guys can shop for something."

Santana picks out more than one pair of jeans for her, and both argue until Quinn finally gives in. Quinn pays it with the allowance Santana's parents give her for the chores she does around the house. Nothing she can't handle, like doing the dishes, and taking out the trash.

While Santana and Brittany shop for clothes, the two girls try on a few outfits, and Quinn just lets them know what looks good. Now Santana is still trying on clothes, while Brittany and Quinn wait for her.

"Will you still be able to name the baby?" Quinn shrugs.

"Puck is still trying to convince me we should keep her." Brittany snorts.

"Why aren't you dating him?" Quinn looks at her confused.

"Because we're having a baby, you think we should date?"

"No. I can tell he likes you, maybe that's why he wants to keep the baby." She guesses.

"He already told me why. His father left him, and he just wants to be a better dad than him."

"Do you like him?" Quinn shakes her head. Santana walks out of the dressing room, modeling a possible new dress. It's skin tight, and very short, a very "Santana dress." Santana has a smug smile, knowing she looks good, and puts her hand on her hip.

"What do you think?" Brittany smirks.

"Hot." Quinn glares at her, then softens when turning to Santana.

"You look very beautiful, San." She blushes.

"Thank you."

A random couple their age walks by. The girl's boyfriend clearly doesn't look happy to be shopping with her, until he sees Santana, and smirks.

"Looking good." Quinn glares at him.

"Hey, honey." She calls out to the girl, getting her attention. "You should keep a short leash on him, he's hitting on other girls literally behind your back." They watch the couple start to fight as they walk away. Brittany shakes her head with a knowing smile.

"Well, I'm defiantly getting this dress. Let me change, then we'll pay for our stuff and leave." Once Santana is back in the dressing room, Brittany starts to laugh, confusing Quinn.

"What's so funny?" She shrugs.

"You're so in love with Santana. It's cute." Quinn narrows her eyes.

"I'm not in love with Santana." She poorly argues back.

"Yes are. You just got so jealous that guy was checking her out." Quinn huffs crossing her arms.

"I was looking out for my best friend." Brittany snorts.

"From what, a cute guy?"

"She's gay, Britt. She doesn't need jerks hitting on her." She just continues to laugh.

"Santana and Quinn sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g." She sings, teasing the other blonde.

"Britt, stop. I'm not in love with her, ok?" She shrugs.

"Fine. Then would it be ok if I asked her out?" Quinn glares at her, making the taller blonde laugh. "L, is for the way you look at her." She sings again. Quinn rolls her eyes with a sigh in defeat.

"I love her." She finally admits. Brittany pats her knee.

"I know."

Since Quinn has moved in with the Lopez's, she hasn't slept in the guest room. She feels more comfortable with Santana, and her parents were ok with it. The girls are in the middle of watching a movie on a Thursday night. Quinn is rubbing her stomach.

"San, how long do you think your parents will really let me stay here for?" Santana turns the volume down, then faces her friend.

"They won't kick you out, if that's what you're worried about."

"How can you be so sure?" She shrugs.

"They're my parents, Q. And they really like you, so they would never throw you out like your folks." Quinn slowly nods, biting her lip.

"Russell kicked me out." She confesses. "Judy didn't say anything, she's such a coward. She'll never stick up for herself." Santana takes Quinn's hand, and rubs the back of it with her thumb.

"Are you worried about her?" Quinn shakes her head.

"She never worried about me." Santana doesn't know what to say to comfort her friend, so she changes the subject.

"Has Puck still been bothering you about keeping the baby?" Quinn sighs.

"No, that ship has finally sailed."

"Good." Santana goes back to watching their movie, but continues to hold Quinn's hand.

"Are you nervous about Sectionals tomorrow?"

"No. We're just singing back up to Rachel Berry anyway. What's there to be nervous about?" She looks away from the TV. "Are you nervous?"

"A little. Singing on stage makes me nervous, and I'm going to look like an idiot trying to dance with this giant stomach." Santana shakes her head.

"I've seen you in rehearsal, you don't look like an idiot. It's impossible." Quinn blushes, but Santana doesn't see it, going back to the movie. She suddenly feels the urge to blurt out to the Latina about her feelings to her, but the words don't come out.

"I think I'm gonna go to sleep. I'm tired."

Quinn carefully gets out of bed to brush her teeth and wash her face, before returning. With Santana's help, she surrounds herself with a few pillows to get comfortable. It's getting closer to her due date, and without them it's uncomfortable for her to sleep.

"Goodnight, San." Santana leans down and kisses her forehead.

"Night, Lucy Q." Then she leans down further to kiss her stomach. "Night, princesa."

Quinn smiles, closing her eyes. Santana loves talking to the baby, and Quinn finds it to be the cutest thing she has ever witnessed. She hasn't told Santana that though.

Since Glee club had sectionals to attend, everyone is excused from school. Maribel and Marcos drive the pair to another school where it's being held. Mr. Shue meets them in the lobby to take them to their dressing room. The girls change into one bathroom, and the boys in another.

One of the other Glee clubs, and a very good one at that, Vocal Adrenaline is also competing. They're New Directions' rival, and everyone is determined to beat them. Especially Rachel Berry, and Mr. Shue. They entertain each other while they wait for their turn. When the time finally does arrive, the lights in their room flicker.

"Alright, guys. This is it. Don't let Vocal Adrenaline play mind tricks on you, just focus on the routines and what we rehearsed for months, and you'll do fine. I'll be watching in the wings." He gives them a mini pep talk before they go out on stage.

They start off with Rachel's solo, Don't Rain on my Parade, while the others are on stage, but behind the curtain. Quinn and Santana are standing next to each other, and the brunette notices how nervous Quinn is. Santana holds on to her hand, getting her attention.

"You're going to be ok." She whispers.

"I feel like I'm going to be sick. My stomach hurts." Santana steps out of her position, taking Quinn's other hand.

"Just take a deep breath." She pauses until Quinn does as she tells her. "And remember what Mr. Shue said. Focus on what we rehearsed. We know the dance and the song like the back of our hand. If you're nervous about the crowd, don't even look at them, ok?"

Quinn nods. They hear Rachel sing the last note of the song, so Santana kisses Quinn's cheek catching her off guard, before going back to her position. The curtain rises and they start the group number. Everything starts off ok. Quinn quickly forgets about her nerves, but can't stop thinking about the kiss. Then half way through the number, she feels sharp pain in her stomach.

The judges or the audience don't notice her poker face, but her best friend does, and she starts to worry. Mr. Shue peaks out from behind the stage, and sees how much everyone is enjoying their performance. They make it through the whole song though without a problem.

It isn't until they return to their dressing room, that everything falls apart. Judy is standing outside their room. Quinn hasn't spoken to her since her father kicked her out. The others continue on into the room, but as Santana passes, she glares at the woman, and asks Quinn if she wants her to stay. She declines but thanks her anyway. Santana stays close by.

"What are you doing here?" Judy shrugs.

"I came to see you perform. I was cleaning your room, and saw your competition on the calendar." Quinn slowly nods, still not understanding why she just showed up, and is acting like she never let her father kick her out.

"Dad kicked me out." She reminds her mother. Judy nods, guilty. "And you let him."

"I know, I know." Quinn starts to cry, her hormones making her more emotional.

"I just wanted my mom, and you said nothing." Santana hears her crying, and stands beside her to comfort her friend.

"I'm sorry, I should have said something. But I'm not with Russell anymore. I caught him cheating, and I kicked him out. I know it's a little too late, but, better late than never, right?" Quinn is surprised, and so is Santana.

"Quinn, I would love it if you came home. I can help you raise the baby while you're at school." She offers. Quinn shakes her head, getting over the shock.

"I-I decided not to keep her. Santana's parents helped me get in touch with a good adoption agency, and I already picked out a family for her. She's going to have an older sister and brother, and she's going to live far away from here." She wants to say more, but a shooting pain in her stomach stops her. At the same time, her water breaks.

"Q, what's wrong?" Santana asks, holing her hand. Judy looks on the floor, and sees what happened.

"Her water broke, she needs to go to the hospital."

The Glee club follow Quinn to the hospital, not caring about their win anymore, but it was voted Rachel should stay in case they did win. They split into different cars, following Maribel and Marcos in their vehicle, holding Quinn and Santana with them. When they do reach the hospital, Marcos gets them her doctor. Maribel and Santana help her in a wheel chair, before Maribel wheels her off to the delivery room with the doctor and Puck.

"Wait." Quinn says, stopping them from going any further. She reaches out to Santana. "I want Santana with me too." She smiles down at the blonde, taking her hand, then follows them to her room.

They give Quinn some medicine, and it's not long before she's dilated and can deliver the baby. Santana and Puck are both holding her hands, while Maribel is by her feet, giving her some encouragement along with the nurse. In the waiting room, Marcos has called the couple the baby will be going to, and the social worker.

"Two more pushes, and the head will be out." The doctor informs her. Quinn screams out in pain, pushing as best she can.

"Good girl." Maribel praises. "Next is her shoulders, and then she'll slide right out, you can do this, honey." She encourages. She yells even more, trying to push out the baby's shoulders. Santana strokes her hair, giving her encouraging words.

"You're doing really well, Quinn." The nurse tells her. "The hard part is almost over.

"Ugh, I just want her out of me!" She screams in pain.

"She will, keep pushing." Puck says.

Quinn groans, pushing the rest of the baby's shoulders out. Then the doctor pulls her out completely. Quinn lays back with a content sigh. The room is filled with the baby's crying, as the cord is cut, and the nurse cleans her off. Santana leans down, and kisses Quinn's forehead, making the blonde blush.

"You were amazing, Lucy Q. I'm so proud of you." Quinn smiles in return. The nurse brings over a now bundled newborn in her arms. Puck looks at the baby, and smiles.

"I know her parents are outside in the waiting room, but you can still hold her if you like." Quinn takes a deep breath.

"You might regret it, if you don't" Santana tells her. She nods, and the nurse carefully puts the newborn on her chest. They look at each other, examining each other's features. "She looks like you." Says Santana. Puck reaches over and strokes the newborns head.

"She's beautiful, like her mommy. Her real mommy." He says. Maribel sneaks a photo on her phone.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I have to take her now." The nurse apologizes, as she takes the newborn from her. It may have been her decision to not keep the baby, but it's still hard on Quinn, and she breaks down. Santana wraps her arms around her in attempt to comfort her.

"Mija, I'm going to meet these people, and maybe arrange something ith them, and the social worker." Santana nods. Quinn is still crying, and doesn't hear her. Puck stand awkwardly on the other side of the bed.

"I guess I'll go too. Looks like you have everything under control." Santana climbs into the bed with Quinn, and has the blonde lay on her chest.

Two weeks later, Quinn is still missing her baby, but she's gotten better with the help of her friends, Maribel and Marcos, and especially Santana. She has also been having trouble with her body after the pregnancy. She's been working out, but for her she hasn't lost enough weight, and sometimes she doesn't think she's very attractive anymore.

Quinn hides her body as much as she can now. She still hasn't given up her maternity clothes. Santana has been trying to convince the blonde she doesn't need them to no avail. So, one night she comes up with a plan.

The girls are having a movie marathon in Santana's room, while her parents are working. Quinn has decided to continue living with them, until her relationship with her mother is fixed. They're sitting on Santana's bed, with a big bowl of popcorn between them. But Santana has noticed throughout the movie, that she's been eating most of it.

"Q, you're making me feel like a pig here. I'm eating most of the popcorn, and I made it for the both of us. Have some more." She jokes. Quinn looks down at the food with a sigh.

"I'm just not that hungry." She says, turning back to the TV.

Santana sighs. She's had it with Quinn's behavior now. She's beautiful, and it's about time she not only believe it, but feel it as well. Santana puts the bowl of popcorn on her night stand, then slides closer to Quinn. She hooks her fingers under the blonde's chin, turning her head towards her.

"You're beautiful, Q." She blushes. Santana bites her lip, suddenly getting nervous. "I-Is it ok if I kiss you?" Quinn's hear is beating against her chest.

"W-Why would you want to do that?" Santana creases her cheek.

"Britt and I stopped our relationship weeks ago." Quinn nods.

"I know, I remember."

"I didn't tell you the real reason."

Quinn is confused, until Santana leans closer, and connects their lips together. She doesn't respond right away, but then quickly recovers from the shock, and kisses Santana back. Santana slides her hand down the back of the blonde's neck, deepening the kiss. Quinn moans, feeling Santana's warm tongue slide in her mouth. They slowly pull away, needing to breath.

"I wa-ant to show y-you how much I lo-ove you, and I want you to show y-you ho-ow beautiful you a-are." Santana says out of breath from the kiss. Quinn nods, and with her permission, Santana slowly lays her friend on the bed. She straddles the blonde, then leans down for another kiss. To make her feel comfortable, they make out for a while, until Quinn moans, bucking her hips as Santana's hand slides down to her hip.

"San." She whispers. Santana smiles down at her.

"What do you want, beautiful?" Again, Quinn bucks her hips.

"Touch me, please."

Santana gives her another kiss, then trails her lips down her body. She stops at her neck, sucking and nibbling on her pulse point. Then she continues down to her chest, kissing her boob over her shirt. Quinn groans in frustration, making her smile.

She sits up, then has Quinn do the same, before taking off the blonde's shirt, and throwing it on the floor. She reconnects their lips, while running her hands down her back. Santana unhooks her bra, and breaking the kiss, she takes it off and putting it with her shirt. Quinn looks away, but Santana gently makes her look into her eyes and smiles.

"Don't be ashamed. You're beautiful." Quinn shakes her head.

"I don't feel it." Santana leans their foreheads together, and kisses the tip of her nose.

"You will."

She turns her head for a proper kiss. Quinn moans. They make out some more, then Santana has Quinn lay back down. She leans down to kiss her body again, starting at her chest, sucking on her nipples, then going down to her stomach.

They are a few very faint stretch marks left, so she takes the time to kiss them too. Quinn holds on to the back of Santana's head, gripping on to her hair, as she gets closer to where she needs her most. Santana bites and sucks on Quinn's hip. She moans in response.

"Ugh, you're driving me crazy." Santana smiles against her skin.

"I love you more than you know." Quinn grunts.

"Yes I do."

Santana continues to Quinn's thighs, then she spreads Quinn's legs further, and grazes her lips against Quinn's clit. She bucks her hips with a loud moan, looking for friction and a release.

"Oh god San. Please." Santana sucks and licks Quinn's clit with a moan.

"You're so wet." Quinn moans in response. Santana wraps her lips around Quinn's throbbing bud, giving it more attention to build her up. Then she uses her finger to collect some of her arousal, and circles her opening.

"Ugh, shit." She moans. Santana teases her, only sliding the tip of her finger in first. "San, please." She begs.

Santana hums against her clit, then slides the rest of her finger inside her. Santana starts with a slow pace, then adds another finger. Quinn pucks her hips to match Santana's thrusts. Then she lets go of Santana's hair, and tugs on her arm. "Up here, San." Santana crawls back up on Quinn's body, never pulling out of her.

"Take your clothes off." Santana is confused.

"I thought." Quinn nods.

"You can, but I want to, too."

Santana temporarily slides out of Quinn to take her clothes off, then goes back to her position on top, and slides back in her. Quinn sneaks her hand in between them, and without any warning, enters Santana with two digits.

"Ugh, fuck." She moans, bucking her hips. Quinn uses her thumb to rub Santana's clit, and matches her thrusts. Santana leans their foreheads together, panting in each other's face. A thin layer of sweat covers their bodies.

"I love you so much." Quinn moans. Santana kisses her in response, and she feels Quinn's walls tightening around her fingers.

"It's ok, let go Q." Quinn shakes her head.

"I want to with you." She pumps faster, and with her other hand, spreads Santana's legs further, so she can go in deeper. Santana moans in response.

"Ugh, shit. Curl your fingers." Quinn curls her fingers hitting Santana's "G" spot. "Oh yeah." Quinn finds it harder to pump inside the Latina, and guesses it means she's close to reaching her climax. Santana does something with her fingers too, hitting her in just the right spot to send her over the edge.

"I-I'm sorry, I can't" Hearing Quinn, Santana shortly follows her, with Quinn's name on her lips. Out of breath, she collapses on the blonde, and kisses her neck. When she catches her breath, Santana picks up her head, and cups Quinn's cheek.

"I've been dying to tell you that for a long time." Quinn smiles.

"What stopped you? I would've loved to hear it." Santana brushes some hair sticking to her forehead, behind her ear.

"I thought you were straight, but then I saw you checking me out when we went shopping with Brittany that one time, when you were still pregnant." She explains. "Then I didn't think me confessing my love in the mix of everything else, would be good timing." Quinn leans up and connects their lips in a tender kiss.

"Better late than never."

I hope the ending wasn't too cheesy, and you found it cuter than anything. But it defiantly had to end here, lol. I didn't even expect it to get this long. And if I'm not mistaken my one shot is the longest for Quinntana week. I hope you enjoyed it though, thanks for reading(: