A/N: Alright chapter 9! I know I took longer to update than I usually do, sorry! I've been a busy bee! But I also come with news! I'm not sure if any of you troll the internet for glee cast interviews when you get bored like I do, but I came across something really awesome! Which is that Kevin McHale currently ships Quartie! In a recent interview with Digital Spy, with Kevin and Dianna Agron, when the reporter asked Dianna what she wanted for Quinn in season 3 now that she was broken up with Finn the response went as following:

Dianna: "Well, I don't know."

Kevin: "To date Artie."

Dianna: "Well, duh. Since day one."

Kevin: "I'm really going for that now. I'm on the Artie-Quinn thing. Quartie."

Dianna: "Somehow I picture a duck."

Kevin: "I do too! Quacking Quartie."

Than at the end of the Interview when asked where they both see their characters in five years, they responded:

Kevin: "Married [to each other] with lots of children!"

Dianna: "And lots of ducks. On a duck farm actually."

How precious is that? Ugh, god I love them! Sorry for taking up my authors note with that, but I had to share it. And the fact that Kevin knows the term Quartie, makes me giggle and very happy. Alright so enjoy this chapter of the story and my fun fact! Please read, review, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original characters. Glee is property of Fox and it's creators.

Over the next month and a half everything was baby central. Quinn was due in three weeks and everything was chaotic. The nursery, which used to be the Abrams guest room was complete. It looked perfect, it had soft pink walls, with yellow bedding inside a precious little white crib. It had been filled with gifts from the glee club,who at a shower that they threw for Quinn had given them all amazing gifts, even Finn. In a strange way everyone's gifts reflected their personality. Rachel gave them a gold star mobil, Brittany gave them a stuffed animal duck, Tina had given them a framed painted picture to look like the night sky that hung on the wall by her crib, Kurt and Mercedes together had made a mix tape of lullabies, while Santana had gotten them a onsie that said 'I may be small, but I'm tough', and puck gave her them a little toy guitar figurine.

As everything for that they had for the baby continued to grow, so did Quinn's stomach. She now felt so fat and large that it was getting difficult to keep up with school and with glee club. Although Artie constantly told her that she should take it easy, she refused. She had always been a straight A student, and she wasn't going to let the pregnant excuse be the reason why that stops. Even if that meant cramming all night for a chemistry test the next day. Although, Quinn probably could get out of that. With the exception of Mr. Schue, Mr. Converse had been her nicest and most easy going teacher regarding her pregnancy. Quinn thinks it's because once the word got out that not only was she pregnant but it was Artie's, that he figured out that the project he assigned them to be partners on played a part in that baby's conception. However, she wasn't even going to try. She wanted to set a good example for Aubrey as a good student, and she couldn't do that unless she always gave it her best. One thing that she knew she should take a break with, was glee club. Regionals was in two weeks and she couldn't stand the thought of not going. Although Artie thought differently.

"You don't have to okay? No one is going to be mad if you sit this one out." Artie told her as they sat on their bed one night.

"I'm not going to sit it out! C'mon then we wouldn't be able to compete, we need twelve people!" She reminded him.

"We can get someone as a replacement, if we just bribe them to sway in the back or something. Regionals is two weeks before your due date, do you really think it's a good idea?"

"Well, not necessarily a good idea, but it's something I have to do and I want to do! C'mon ever since I got my sorry preggo ass kicked off of the Cheerios, glee club has been close to everything. I've worked too hard to miss regionals, so my sorry preggo ass is going and that's final." she huffed out.

Artie sighed, "Alright, you're going then. But I am personally talking to the paramedics who are always on call at those events, and practically reserving him for you before anyone else. I don't care if some stupid person in vocal adrenaline falls and twists their ankles in one of their death routines. No matter what if needed, you get that before anyone else." Artie made clear.

Quinn gave him a smile. "You're sweet." she told him kissing his cheek.

"It may be sweet but I'm serious. You know, I, I want the best for my family." he mumbled out sheepishly.

Quinn felt her eyes fill up with tears. Obviously they had discussed that this baby was theirs. They knew that having a child connected two people like this. They discussed both being parents to that little girl, but the term family was something that was entirely different. It made everything seem more real, more complete.

"Your family is going to be fine, I promise." she whispered to him taking his hand.

Later that night, at around two in the morning, something woke Quinn up. There was a sharp pain in her stomach, it felt like someone was stabbing her insides with a bowling ball.

"Ow, ow, ow!" She said gasping out waking up with a start and trying to sit herself up.

Could this be it? She had three weeks, but babies could always come a little early, and that seemed to be the case right now. Her doctor had told her that every now and then she could start to feel irregular contractions and that was just a sign she was nearing labor and not actually entering it. But as she sat awake with her thoughts, she felt the pain again about six minutes later. Her doctor had always said the same thing though, "If they are five to seven minutes apart or earlier, go the hospital."

She looked over at Artie, who was still sleeping so even though she could only focus on the contraction that was going on, she leaned over to wake him up.

"Artie! Artie wake up!" she said nudging his arm, trying to breathe while she talked.

"Uh, Quinn what time is it?" he said deliriously.

"Time to go, Artie it really, really hurts, I think it's time. I think we have to go to the hospital!" she told him quickly.

He instantly woke up to a start. "What? Are you sure?" he asked quickly, it was shocking that two seconds ago he was asleep because of the adrenaline he felt surge now.

"Yes! The contractions are six minutes apart."

"Alright, alright, I'll grab your stuff and go wake up my parents. Do you need me to help you get up?"

Quinn managed to give him a slight smile, "No I got, thanks though." She said as she slowly got out of his bed and grabbed her slippers and her jacket as Artie grabbed her bag and his jacket and shoes and wheeled his way down to his parents room and opened the door.

"Mom, mom, dad, somebody, you guys wake up!" Artie loudly whispered into his parents room.

"Artie what is it?" his dad asked out tiredly.

"We need one of you to drive us to the hospital, Quinn's in labor." he said with a decent amount of excitement in his voice. This whole thing was terrifying yet at the same time he would get to meet his daughter soon, and that was exciting.

His parents soon awoke to a start, just as he did a few seconds prior.

"Oh my god! Alright, I'm up. What's are time frame looking like here? Did her water break?" his mom asked all at once.

"No, but the contractions are six minutes apart, come on get your shoes on and we'll get out of here!" Artie told her with a rushed voice.

After quickly getting some stuff ready and having it decided that Mrs. Abrams would go to the hospital with them and Mr. Abrams would stay with Michael and would come over when the sun came up, as Mrs. Abrams and Artie quickly rushed to help Quinn out to the car.

They soon were pushing her through the Emergency room in a wheelchair along side Artie's.

"Alright, a nurse is here who will take you back with Artie, I'll get you all signed in honey, and be back there soon." Mrs. Abrams told Quinn assuringly.

Quinn nodded through another contraction, trying not to cry as the nurse pushed her chair back and Artie began to follow.

"Wait!" She called out quickly, the nurse came to a stop.

"What is it?" Artie asked her.

"Mrs. Abrams?" she called.

"What is it dear, and for the millionth time you are having my grandchild, you can call me Lilly!"

"Sorry, Lilly, I need you to call my sister." Quinn told her, and Lilly nodded having the number already in her phone from when her sister came to visit at Christmas. "And I need you to also call my parents." she finished, the last part surprising everyone.

Everyone looked at her surprised. "I know they probably won't come, but I need, I need you to just check and see! Please! You, you can get the necessary numbers from Alli when you call her, please just try." she pleaded.

Lilly nodded her head. "Don't worry about it sweetie, I got it under control."

As the nurse pushed them back into the room, Quinn came to the end of a contraction, squeezing Artie's hand tight. She couldn't believe the pain, this was going to be a long, hard journey.

A/N: Alright, in case you didn't pick up on it, the stuffed animal duck thing was purely because of that interview. I had to put something in involving a duck after reading that. And yes I know I'm doing the labor differently, but hey I figured this is a different baby so it should be different. Hope everyone enjoyed!