A/N: This chapter is one of my shorter ones and I'm also realizing that, as I'm writing the chapters, switching in between POVs is getting a little confusing because I have to give the events that happen to each specific person that you don't see and filling in their points of view. I hope it isn't making the story hard to follow. Leave your opinions in the review section please.

Quinn's POV

It had been a hard night for Quinn. It was nearly dusk when Santana got home from Cheerio's practice. Santana had mentioned how Coach Sylvester thought their last routine was so sloppy that they needed to do it six times before it was at least bearable for her to watch but she could tell her hard practice with the Ruler of Cheer wasn't as bad as Quinn looked. Santana wasn't usually into drama that wasn't caused by her but she could tell Quinn needed someone; needed someone to talk to and comfort her. They were supposed to be best friends so she decided she should act like one even if comforting wasn't really her thing.

It had been kind of hard to get Quinn to talk to her but she eventually did. Who knew blondey not only had a tough outside but also had a tough, emotional interior as well; quite the firewall. Quinn told her everything on her mind and of everything that ached in her heart. She told her she lied to Finn because she knew he would have been a better father to her baby than Puck. He wouldn't have been a bum and stood outside gas stations and liquor stores hoping someone would come along and buy him some beer or cigarettes or whatever he wanted. She told Santana about how that night went down, full of alcohol and the feeling she was fat. She also mentioned, in great detail, the feeling of immense regret the morning after. Quinn ranted on how Puck was such a womanizer and how Finn would never go around sleeping with every girl he meets. she was so upset about her sweet Finn leaving her. She mentioned how Finn did anything for her, whether it be going to each and every doctor appointment, hold her hair back during her morning sickness, run out to the store at midnight to get her ice cream, let her cry into his shirt until it was soaked, and was always ready to take on her emotional mood swings. He was ready for everything.

In the end, Santana had to agree that Puck was not daddy material like Finn, she should know of all people. She had been hooking up with Puck long enough to know who he was and wasn't, and being a father definitely fell into the 'wasn't' category. After listening to Quinn pour her heart out for hours and letting her cry into her shoulder, she really could feel what Quinn was going through and how she could tell how much Quinn cares for Finn. If she could tell without Quinn having to say it she knew it was true.

After sitting with Quinn and listening to her speech she knew that Quinn had done it all with the best intentions; the best intentions for her kid. The last thing Quinn had mentioned to her was how truly sorry she was for everything she had done to him but she knew it wouldn't matter, he was already gone. She just wanted to talk to Finn and sort everything out. She knew she owed him that much after what she put him through.

That night there was no way Quinn was falling asleep. Her body wouldn't let her. She tried all different types of remedies to fall asleep; drinking tea and warm milk, reading, and she even tried counting sheep. She guessed that actually never worked and now she knew it for fact. She tossed and turned all night trying to find a comfortable way to sleep but couldn't, even when she thought she could sleep in a certain position and started to doze, her baby, her Drizzle, would kick and she would have to find a new position again. Even though the baby wasn't born yet and hadn't seen Finn's room, she knew the baby could tell they were somewhere else. She never kicked this much while Quinn tried to sleep. She must have been much more comfortable in the Hudson home.

By the time the morning came, Quinn felt like a sleep deprived zombie. She thought about getting up and going to school because she wanted to talk with Finn but she knew she wouldn't be able to function on no sleep and her emotional state at an all time low. She decided to let Santana know that she wasn't going to school for the day.

"Hey S, I don't think I'm going to make it to school today, I'm really tired. Will your parents mind if I take the day off?"

Santana knew Quinn's pasty complection and bags under her eyes weren't the only reason she wanted to stay home. She also had expected that Quinn might want a drama free day and collect herself before she went back to school to face everyone. She didn't need to question any other reasons for skipping school so she just decided to answer the question part.

"No, they won't mind. My mom left early this morning for the airport to catch a flight to Chicago for her important company meeting and my dad is leaving in like an hour for his golfing tournament with his work buddies. Neither of them will be back until late tomorrow night so no one will be home today. Feel free to do, you know, whatever. I should be home soon after school since Coach Sylvester is being interviewed for Splits Cheer magazine and cut our practice short for today. She was kind of upset when the interviewer said she couldn't run practice while they talked, but she got over it after humiliating Coach Tanaka when she told him he should run drills with the football team to lose some weight." Santana laughed and even Quinn let out a giggle.

"Ok. I guess I'll see you later then." She didn't know how else to respond. She found it weird to be able to stay home alone since her mom, a good-hearted christian woman, 'ha', was a trophy wife, or at least acted like one, and was always home.

"Yep. See ya." Santana nodded in agreement and started out the front door before she was stopped by Quinn's voice again.

"Hey S, thanks again for letting me stay with you. I really appreciate it." Quinn said with a thankful and smiling expression.

"No problem Q." said Santana with an identical smile then headed out the door.

The rest of the day seemed to go on forever for Quinn. She talked to Mr. Lopez and told him to have fun golfing before he left that morning. After making a small breakfast of a vanilla yogurt, bagel with cream cheese, a grape fruit, and a blueberry muffin; or at least what she considered small because she ate a lot now since she was feeding two, she alternated her activities from reading her pregnancy books to watching whatever show aired on MTV. She always wanted to keep herself occupied so she wouldn't think of Finn. Her activities worked sometimes but she always found him creeping up in her thoughts. He would always be in her thoughts.

She so wanted to text him and just say something. She would have liked to call him to talk and hear his voice but she knew he was in school. He couldn't miss anymore days without failing his classes and risk getting kicked off the football team. She resorted to just texting instead but she didn't. She figured he wouldn't want to talk to her since he didn't respond to the last text she sent him. She resisted her urges all day and busied herself with anything and everything. She even tried to go back to sleep for a while but she couldn't. She had already been awake for hours and falling back asleep after she had been up for a while was always one of Quinn's problems ever since she was little, even in pre-school when it was nap time she'd pretend to be asleep so the teacher wouldn't bother her, but she'd just lay wide awake until it was time to get up. Knowing that achieving sleep wasn't going to happen, she decided on her other alternatives.

She read some of her text books to catch up on the chapters she'd miss in school that day. She mined as well do that since the only thing she could maintain from her old life was her good grades. She may have lost her popularity, her cheerleading, and her boyfriend but she still had academics. Sure, they were important but they seemed to be the least of her problems.

After reading up on compounds for chemistry, the war of 1812 for history, and her verb charts for spanish, she decided to go on the computer. She had to do what she had been dreading since it happened. She went on Facebook to update her relationship status to single. She was about to click publish when she noticed something that gave her a small glimpse of hope. She saw that there had been no change in Finn Hudson's relationship status. His profile still said in a relationship with Quinn Fabray. He would have changed it by now right? It's been almost two days. She wondered if he hadn't changed it because Facebook was the last thing on his mind or he didn't want to change it. No matter the reason, she wasn't going to change hers until he changed his.

A couple hours later she was sitting on the couch waiting for Santana to come home. School had gotten over about an hour ago and the Cheerios should have been getting out of practice so Coach Sylvester could brag about her winning squad that Quinn wished she didn't care to still be on.

She had just picked up her cell phone from the table to check the time and text Santana when it began to ring in her hands. She looked down at the name that popped up and gasped. It was Finn. He had actually called her. She was pretty sure her heart skipped a beat, maybe even two. She wanted to answer as soon as she saw the name but she was so surprised it didn't register to actually answer until at least three full rings had played. She answered before it went to voicemail.

"Hello? Finn?"

A/N: So everyone can see how Quinn and Finn's day goes from their own perspectives. Hope the repeating of events like Quinn telling Santana her reasons this chapter and Santana relaying them to Finn in the last chapter didn't confuse or annoy anyone. It's all just to get the great details and points across. Also, I figured I had to put in a little Facebook. It's a part of teenage culture now. Reviews would be amazing. Hoped it was an enjoyable read.