So, 1. I'm bad at updating, I know. 2. I do hope you enjoy this story. 3. Reviews are always welcome!

Well at least it's time for glee club. That's definitely the best part of the day, where classes are finally over and Puck can let himself lean back and relax. But on some days, he likes to people watch.

His eyes wander over the students in the room. There's Porcelain, with his new boyfriend, Eyebrows. To be honest, he doesn't know either of their names. They're checking each other's nails, or something. Puck turns his head.

There's Artie and Sam, slumped against their chairs. The two are upset over Brittany and Santana finally getting together, but Puck doesn't understand their surprise. Those two have been sexin' it since freshman year, it's about damn time they started officially dating.

There's Rachel, animatedly discussing some Broadway event with Mercedes, who isn't quite as excited as the petite girl, but excited nonetheless. Puck lets himself smile for the diva, he's always had a soft spot for her.

Then his eyes drift over his baby mama. She's dating Hudson (again) and lately has been rather content with her once-again-pampered life. But as she strolls into glee today, Puck senses a disturbance.

Her normally sharp eyes are dull and soft with tire. Dark circles reflect under her eyes, and she walks with unsteadiness in her step. The blonde stares at the ground, as if it will disappear when she looks away, but stumbles anyway. When she finally looks up, their gazes instantly meet, confirming Puck's suspicions.

The boy immediately feels what she's currently feeling, which feels as if he's sinking. Like slowly being pulled down towards the ground, sleep tugging at his eyes. But it somehow isn't sleep; it's something much more fatal.

He snaps out of it, and sees the pain on her face, the pain of not knowing what's wrong with her. Quinn stares at him for an answer, but he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know what's wrong, or what the fatal thing is.

… Death?

No, not death. Couldn't be death. Why would it be? It wasn't. He would know, if she was about to die, he would be too. That's how their link worked.

His baby mama was tired, that was all. Really, really tired. Not hurt, or hurting, or about to be hurting.

And then he notices her stumbling again.

Puck jumps up and lunges at the blonde as she takes a fall towards the floor. The boy manages to catch her, hands on her hips as her face sinks into his shoulder. He immediately racks his mind for her connection, but it's gone dull.

It's gone dull, but it's not gone. And if anything, he's thankful for that.

They wait in the hospital, even though Puck's sure this is nothing of human concern. This is the work of their kind, of the council of their kind. This was an intervention of the life she was leading; she must've taken a wrong turn. They'd both been anticipating this at some point, but right now? There was nothing he could recall she'd done that required an interruption, but the council didn't make mistakes. This was an intended act.

Puck wasn't sure if Quinn was able to understand what had happened. As far as he knew, she was still unconscious. When she woke, he'd be the first to see her. It was vital she understood what happened.

Everyone sat in a waiting room, anxious and worried expressions painting their faces. Brittany has taken residence in the corner near the magazines, overly worried for her friend. Santana is holding her hand and softly reading an article from Us Magazine, but the words don't make it to the girl's ears. She's consumed by thought.

Finn sits next to Sam, hands fidgeting and leg bobbing up and down repeatedly. Puck takes pity on the boy for a millisecond; he must be really concerned about his girlfriend. But he reminds himself the lumbering dope is a shit boyfriend and that once he gains confirmation Quinn is awake, he'll probably leave. The shred of pity he has for the boy diminishes quickly.

Sam stands next to Finn awkwardly, occasionally stealing glances at Santana. The "sex-shark" rolls his eyes. As if Sam could seem any more desperate for a girlfriend, he's pining after a girl who's not even into boys. Well, maybe she is. But she's obviously not into Sam.

Mercedes looks on the verge of crying, and Eyebrows comforts her with tissues and a promise of tots from the hospital cafeteria. Porcelain is clutching onto his scarf for dear life.

Rachel's there, which doesn't really surprise Puck. She's always been there for her teammates, no matter what the situation. But she seems… More on-edge than anyone else, even Finn. As if she's more concerned with Quinn's life than her very own.

This scene confuses Puck, but he decides he'll sort that later.

Everyone in the room seems so… Worried. And it's not that they shouldn't be, but it's not that dire of a situation. Well, not that dire of a situation to him. He silently wonders what the scenario looks like from their point of view.

Quinn stumbles into glee club and almost immediately collapses.

Okay, yeah, that could look bad.

He looks back up at the residents in the room. He wishes he could blurt out the news he's harboring, but it's obviously not something he can reveal. Puck just wants to calm their nerves.

Before he can suggest that maybe she was just super-exhausted, some doctor enters the room with news about the blonde.

The man can't get one word in before shrieks of concern fill his ears.

"How is she?" A tense looking African-American girl shouts. A tall, wiry brunette boy demands to know how she is. The blonde girl in the corner whimpers at the sudden increase in noise. An effeminate, small boy simply looks at him with an antsy expression.

The eldest of the residents introduces himself as William Schuester, the director of their glee club. The doctor quietly grants him the news that Quinn Fabray is awake, but her condition is… Complicated. They can't find the cause of her collapse.

Suddenly, a mohawked angry looking kid commands the doctor take him to her.

"Look, kids, I can only take one person in there right now. Your friend Quinn won't be able to handle an abundance of people stuffing up her room." He explains calmly.

"Me!" The mohawked boy demands. "I need to talk to her."

"No way!" The tall brunette boy protests, "She's my girlfriend."

"And she's my baby mama. I already lost our daughter, I can't lose her."

This statement seems to move Lumbering Boy, and after a minute of consideration, he steps aside. Before Mohawk Boy can advance, though, Lumbering Boy sharply whispers to him, "She's still mine."

Mohawk Boy rolls his eyes, "Don't remind me."

Quinn wakes with a pounding in her head, in synch with her heartbeat. It's merciless, but after a few minutes she adjusts to the pain. The blonde takes a look around the room, observing her surroundings, before two men enter the room. She recognizes one instantly.

"Puck," she utters warmly, but changes the tone of her statement quickly. "What happened to me?"

"You kinda… Fell." He replies dumbly.

"I'll let you two be. If there's any trouble, let me know. I'll be back soon, your other friends will want to see you too." The other man smiles, and then leaves the room.

"What do you mean, I fell?" She continues the discussion.

"You were pretty weary, I guess. I mean, we connected, and I felt it, and you were sinking and stuff."

"But that doesn't naturally happen."

"Yeah, I know. I'm pretty sure it was the council."

"The council?"

"I mean, yeah. It was an interruption of your progression. I think you must've done something that wasn't intended. A wrong turn, of sorts."

"But what?"

"I donno, Q. I try not to meddle in your life so much, not after what happened last time."

Before the bed-bound girl can ask what did happen last time, she spots another visitor in the doorway.

"I know the doctor previously told us you could only handle one visitor at a time, he just informed us you were looking well and could perhaps handle another." A small-framed brunette girl updates the duo.

An astonished Quinn looks to Puck with delight in her tone and quietly asks, "Who is that?"