My first fic so forgive me. I've never written anything other than like reports and papers and such for class, so I am completely new to this! Suggestions and constructive criticisms welcome.
Note: I've yet to go through the experience of childbirth, so I had to do some research to make sure I wasn't way off. If there are any major discrepancies, let me know!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Warning: Spoilers from Journey! With some tweaking to my liking.
Also: I don't plan on making this any more than like 3 chapters long. Hopefully it will all be up before the episode airs but no guarantees! I'm swamped with finals!
"Oh god."
Quinn Fabray gripped the sides of the sink for support as she felt a sharp pain in her lower back. She brought her hand to her stomach as the feeling rippled to her lower belly and rubbed it soothingly, taking deep calming breaths, until the pain had dissipated.
Quinn straightened herself up, smoothing her dress over her swollen stomach and lifting her eyes to the mirror.
Tired green eyes gazed back at her.
"Just hang in there a little bit longer ok?" Quinn pleaded to her burgeoning belly as she massaged it. New Directions had just taken the stage up in a storm. One other group remained that needed to perform before it was taken to the judges to decide on the Regional winners.
The baby seemed to kick her hand in defiance and Quinn couldn't help but to smile, "You really are your Daddy's girl aren't you?" She sighed.
It had started early that morning.
It was the night before Regionals and Mercedes had invited all the girls, Kurt included, over to her house to sleep over. Puck had tried to persuade Mercedes to allow him to come without success.
Everyone had retreated to their sleeping bags and Mercedes had offered Quinn her bed after Kurt had loudly protested Quinn's incessant tossing and turning in an attempt to find a comfortable position, saying that she was disrupting his "beauty sleep".
She was awoken at around 3:30 in the morning by a cramping in her lower belly, but quickly brushed it off. She had been getting Braxton Hicks, as the doctor called it, for the past few weeks. He had assured her that they were perfectly normal as her due date approached.
Another came an hour and a half later, and they continued to do so until Rachel screeches could be heard from coming downstairs at 7:30 in the morning saying that they were going to be late and that she was going to hold everyone there accountable if they missed their bus ride, which didn't even arrive to the school until 1:00 pm.
As she laid there, her hands balled up as she tried to fight back the tears, Quinn contemplated whether she should tell the other girls. The thought quickly went out the window. She couldn't, not today, not with Regionals. She assured herself that it was just false labor pains. She wasn't due for another two weeks.
Rachel managed to round up everyone, and a very tired and uncomfortable Quinn out of the door an hour and 45 minutes later. Mr. Shue and the guys were already at the choir room practicing. The rest of the girls quickly joined, with the exception of Quinn, who was shifting uncomfortably in her chair.
Will had pulled her aside, asking if she was ok. Quinn remarked that she didn't sleep well and he allowed her to sit the practice session out, much to the dismay of Rachel.
Quinn tried to catch some rest between the cramps, which were only getting stronger and closer, throughout the practice and on the bus ride, up until they were set to perform.
How Quinn had made it through the performance, she didn't know. Luckily, she did not have any solos and she managed to sing and dance in the background without much trouble, only faltering and misstepping once as her stomach contracted painfully. None of the other kids seemed to notice and she managed to recover quickly.
After New Directions stepped of the stage, Mr. Shue had rounded them up to congratulate them on a job well done, and Quinn had excused herself to the bathroom. She could feel the glares of disapproval drilling into the back of her head from the parents in the audience as she rushed by them.
In her hurry, Quinn had taken a wrong turn, and the noise from the audience was growing distant.
After 2 minutes of mindless wandering, Quinn finally stumbled across a bathroom.
And now here she was.
Quinn could faintly hear the roar of the crowd in the auditorium as the announcer; a sweaty, short, bald man introduced Vocal Adrenaline to the stage.
Suddenly, the wind was knocked out of her as another pain hit, with a greater vengeance than the one before. Quinn tried to steady herself on the wall as her legs slowly buckled beneath her from the pain.
It lingered longer than the last, and Quinn cursed Puck quietly through clenched teeth, making a mental note to exert as much pain on him as she was in now the next time she saw him.
Her anger was cut short by a wave of nausea.
Quinn clamored to her feet as quickly as her body would allow, pulling her hair back in time to empty the contents of her breakfast into the sink.
She lifted her head to look at the clock above the mirror through blurred teary eyes.
Only 15 minutes since the last contraction.
She could not longer deny it. All the signs were there.
The baby was coming.