A/N: I just have to say that I am kind of proud of this one. I hope you all like it, cause I do. Please review!!

~Destiny

Rachel hugged her knees to her chest, holding back the sobs that threatened to overcome her. She had thought that baby gate destroyed Quinn and Finn's relationship. She had thought that Finn would finally be hers, but rejection had never felt so painful… It was so worse now than when he ran out on her in the theatre or the day she learned that Quinn was pregnant.

Of course, she ended up telling Finn how she felt about him an hour before everyone learned of Quinn's miscarriage and critical condition. Hudson had pretty much dropped Rachel in a heartbeat and rushed to the hospital. She had followed in her own car, but had ended up trying to comfort Puck and the Fabray family as best she could.

That was two days ago. Quinn was stable now, but Finn would still not leave her side. Rachel had not been given a second thought. Only Puck seemed to care enough to keep her updated. She swallowed hard and grabbed a pillow to bury her head into, "Life's a show and we all play a part

And when the music starts,

We open up our hearts." Tears started to flow from her eyes at last, and she clutched the pillow tighter, "It's all right if some things come out

We'll sing a happy song

And you can sing along." She cried for Quinn and her daughter and for Puck. No one deserved to go through what they had to go through. She cried for herself as well, because she allowed herself to believe that Finn loved her as she loved him, "Where's there's life,

There's hope

Everyday's

A gift

Wishes can

Come true

Whistle while

You work

So hard

All day." Her sobs turned into crying laughter as she thought of being like a Cheerio instead of the Broadway star she was going to be one day. That could never be her. She was Rachel Berry, a star in her own right. She didn't need to be any one other than herself, right? "To be like other girls

To fit in in this glittering world

Don't give me songs

Don't give me songs

Give me something to sing about.

I need something to sing about."

She barely registered Finn's hand in hers. Her mind was blissfully blank, free from all thoughts of what might have been. Quinn refused to think of how life with her daughter would have turned out. The birthday parties, the memories… None of that would happen now. And the worse part of it all was that she was so close to holding her child. In those few moments of the white light, she could hear her child wail and almost feel her in her arms. That was before the doctors saved her life, and how she hated them for it, "Life's a song

You don't get to rehearse

And every single verse

Can make it that much worse." She turned her head to look at her sleeping boyfriend. Finn- how she loved him. How she hated their time apart, and how she felt worthless of his devotion. She didn't deserve his kindness or forgiveness, but she was grateful he was hers anyway, "Still my friends

Don't know why I ignore

The million things or more

I should be dancing for." She rolled her eyes as she thought of Santana's heartless remark about being able to cheer again and being popular again. Didn't she know there was more to life than that? Quinn groaned, suddenly dreading a visit from Coach Sylvester, "All the joy

Life sends

All the twists

And bends

Knowing that

It ends

Well that

Depends…" She thought of glee and how some of the freaks that were members had become friends, even more so than Brittany and Santana. They accepted her as a person, not just a piece of meat in a Cheerio uniform. She wasn't a Cheerio anymore; she was one of the freaks. How could the other cheerleaders not accept that? "On if they let you go,

On if they know enough to know

That when you bow

You leave the crowd." Her hand subconsciously squeezed Finn's as her life with 'Drizzle' came unbidden into her thoughts. She wished for death just to be with her again, "There was no pain,

No fear, no doubt

Till they pulled me out

Of heaven…"

"So that's my refrain." Rachel sighed in despair, not noticing her window slide open from the outside. Those few moments of happiness with Finn were gone. She mentally smacked herself for not listening to Puck when he told her that Finn and Quinn would never truly break up, "I live in hell

'Cause I've been expelled

From heaven.

I think I was in heaven."

Puck climbed into her room and watched her struggle to calm down. His heart went out to her, as it did when she tried to comfort everyone at the hospital just a day ago. She really was something else. He sensed it when they were dating, but now it was clear. There was no other woman that would ever come close to Rachel Berry in all aspects of life. She was, in her own way, perfectly crazy, and he cared for her more than he ever meant to.

Quinn and Rachel sniffled on their beds, trying to regain some sort of composure. In the hospital, Finn stirred, opening his eyes. In Rachel's room, Puck silently sat on her bed. The two girls didn't even glanced in their direction as they sang together, "So give me something to sing about.

Please give me something."

Puck wrapped his arms around Rachel as Finn placed his free hand on Quinn's cheek. Both girls felt the kiss on their brow and heard their real loves whispers in their ears, "Life's not a song

Life isn't blis

Lige is just this

It's living

You'll get along." Puck squeezed Rachel tighter and looked her in the eye. God, how he loved her. Finn couldn't imagine what Quinn was going through, but he silently promised that he would do everything in his power to make it all better, "The pain that you feel

Only can heal

By living

You have to go on living

So that one of us is living."

Puck gently kissed Rachel, trying to convey the emotions that were in his heart. She returned the kiss, surprised at first, but then melted into his warm body. She felt right as his lips moved against hers; she felt content and safe. And somehow, she knew that Puck- no, Noah- was the only one ever needed to love. He was hers and she was his.

Quinn smiled at Finn almost as if she knew what he had promised her. They didn't need words to communicate. Everything was said by just looking into his eyes. They would get through this. There was no doubt about it. They would survive and be together and have a future. They needed no one but each other. And that's the way it had always been.