QUINN

I'm frantic. I'm panicked. I'm terrified.

I can't move.

The window is broken, glass on the floor. I'm not worried about cutting my feet. Sam tears the room apart, cursing. His hair is a mess. My hand drifts to my own head, against my will. It starts to smooth my hair, wants to pull it into a ponytail. It's not time, I tell it. It's not right.

It's not right.

"Beth!" Sam screams. I've never heard him so loud. Even singing, even having an argument. It's as if his voice box is trying to escape. Raw. "Beth! Quinn, call someone! Quinn! Quinn!" He grabs me by the shoulders. He sounds like he's coming from far away now. I watch him get smaller, smaller, smaller.

RACHEL

I'm asleep when Sam calls. I try to tell him I need my sleep – any less than eight hours renders me less than stage-ready – but his words come in a jumbled rush. That my number was first on speed-dial, that Quinn had passed out, she couldn't talk, that Bethie was missing, .

"Missing?" I'm awake now.

"Rachel, please, please come." He hangs up. I listen to the dial tone on the phone for a moment before dialling Finn's number. No answer. I leave a message on his cellphone as I race out the door, snatching keys and gathering speed.

FINN

"Finn, there's something happening at Quinn's, Sam says Beth is missing – I'm going there now, come as soon as you can. I love you," Rachel's message tells me. She sounds energized, alive, for three in the morning. But that's Rachel Berry for you. She wears me out. I love her too, though. I shake my head to clear it. Beth. She's changed everything for us, Glee Club. Mainly Puck, though. No more juvie for him. Watching them, I almost don't mind that she's not mine. That she won't have my eyes or hair or rocking sense of rhythm. At least she's got Quinn for those first two.

Burt made good on his promise – the house we all share is bigger now. Right now though, that seems like a curse. The hall is endless. I crash into something in the dark on the way to Kurt's room. I figure he needs to be there and hurry into in. "Kurt. Kurt! Wake up, man." I shake the figure under the blankets and it groans.

"What is it?"

I back away from the bed quickly. "Blaine, I…sorry!"

Kurt sits up and disentangles himself. "What the hell, Finn? What is it?" I get myself together. Still not quite used to this Kurt's-boyfriend-staying-here yet.

"Quinn, uh, Sam…Sam and Quinn, and Beth…"

"C'mon, Frankenteen."

Everyone's so much faster than me when they wake up.

"Beth's missing."

SAM

By the time Rachel arrives – and she doesn't take long – Quinn's mom's house is overflowing with people. Most look official, busy. I'm holding Quinn. Put her into some clothes, got her tea. She's not drinking it. She's holding it and staring out the open front door. I speak to her and get nothing back. I've got my arms around her holding as tight as I can. I start humming. It feels wrong. I see Rachel trying to coordinate the search effort. She's half the height of almost everyone in the room, but her voice is twice as shrill. Some of the cops are even listening to her. Finn runs in the door and puts his arms around her. She twists into him and I think I can hear her cry. I've seen her cry before, of course. But this is different. The sound hurts me. I look down at Quinn's face, and there's nothing there, just that vacant stare.

Until Puckerman walks through that door she's staring down. Wordlessly, she's out of my arms and into his, wrapped in him, his chin on her head. She's sobbing. The cries sound as though they're being wrenched out of her. Puck tries to calm her. He strokes her back with one hand and pulls her face up towards him with the other. I can only imagine what he sees, because she'd never be that open with me.

PUCK

"Noah Puckerman," grins Det. Parks. "I didn't know you had ties to this area."

I feel Quinn's arms tighten around me. A warning. Parks' grin grows wider. He walks off, says something to another cop while looking at me.

"I don't know what to do." Her voice is so soft I have to ask her to say it again.

"You don't do anything. You sit tight. Wait. I'm gonna sort this. Gonna get her back."

"It's punishment."

I notice Evans watching us.

"No."

"It is, it is," she insists, eyes full of tears. Screw it. I stroke her cheek, see him tense.

"Don't talk trash. What for? You've done nothing wrong."

If this is my fault. If this is my fault…

I see Rachel across the room and everything makes awful sense.