Was it a dream? It didn't really fit in with the theme of babies and blood and labor that Quinn was dreaming about, but it was surely nothing to be worried about. When Finn's mom had left for vacation with Finn's aunt Cathy two days ago, she'd made sure that the house was secure.

But if the house was secure, and Quinn was dreaming, why had the breaking glass sounded so far away? And why was she now hearing footprints coming from the ground floor?

Quinn bolted up in her bed, instantly forgetting the horrifying nightmare she'd been having. Her heart pounded against her chest as she climbed out of bed and ran over to Finn's bed on the other side of the room. Carole trusting them to sleep in separate beds hadn't stopped them, but Finn kicked in his sleep and Quinn had been worried for her safety, so Finn now slept on a little bed on the floor while Quinn stayed in Finn's double. She shook Finn's bare shoulder violently. She was sure of it now.

"Finn! Finn, wake up!" She whispered, not wanting to be too loud.

Finn, being the heavy sleeper that he was, rolled over and groaned loudly, shrugging Quinn's persistent hand off his shoulder.

"What is it?" he mumbled when Quinn refused to let him go back to sleep, instinctively putting his arm around her waist and lightly rubbing her rounded belly.

"Finn, I think there's someone in the house."

Finn let out a sigh, retracting his arm from Quinn's waist, and whispered, "It's probably just my mom."

Quinn closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. Stress wasn't good for the baby, but sometimes, Finn made it hard to stay unstressed.

"Breaking a window? Finn, your mom's in Florida."

Suddenly, Finn sat up so quickly he almost knocked Quinn and Drizzle off the bed.

"Okay… Okay… Uhh… It's gonna be okay. Just, just stay here." He stripped the blankets off his barely clothed body and tiptoed towards his bedroom door, his fists clenched, knuckles turning white. Picking up the baseball bat from next to his door, his chest heaved with panic as he turned back to the mother of his unborn child.

"Be careful, Finn" Quinn whispered, her hand resting on her belly as Baby Drizzle Hudson kicked gently. Apparently she was worried about Finn too.

Finn swallowed hard, and was about to take a step out the door when he hesitated. A voice in his head was screaming at him, so loud that Quinn seemingly heard it too.

"It's by the desk"

Finn quickly reached out and picked up his football helmet, dropping it on his head as a precautionary measure. Before he had a chance to rethink his bravery, he tiptoed out his bedroom and down the stairs.

Quinn was right. There was someone in the house. It wasn't really the sound of the footsteps (that weren't his) that gave it away, or the feeling in the pit of Finn's stomach, or the fact that there was things knocked over in the living room, it was mostly the dark figure standing at the other end of the hallway, staring at Finn. That was pretty much the strongest indication. Before he had a chance to do anything though, the intruder climbed out the window the same way he'd came, leaving Finn and his baseball bat alone in the hallway.

Once he had recovered from shock, Finn made his way over to the kitchen table, where he was sure he'd left his wallet…

False alarm. Finn was more than relieved to see his wallet still sitting where he'd left it, but after checking it, he'd found it was now $1,000 lighter. The only money he and Quinn had between them until Finn's mom got back in a week.

Quinn wasn't asleep like Finn had hoped when he got back upstairs, but rather sitting in the fetal (no pun intended) position, eyes closed, obviously freaking out. She uncoiled herself when Finn sat next to her and put his arm around her, kissing the top of her blonde head so lightly she barely felt it.

"What are we gonna do?" She asked quietly, still scared of saying anything too loudly for no apparent reason.

"Well, we should probably call the police." Finn tried to steady his voice. He wanted to be brave for her. She needed that.

"Yeah… maybe we should've done that earlier"

Quinn's arms were wrapped around one of Finn's, head rested on his shoulder as he reach around her with his free hand to get his cellphone.

Neither of them went back to sleep.