=Quinn=

Rachel was doing better but we were going to stay in Lima for awhile. Me and Daddy are going to go back to our NY apartment and move us down here until we know Rachel is completely better. We had managed to get her a job as a vocal coach at a local theater. Brittany and Santana were probably going to go back to Iowa soon as her dance studio will be opening again. She really scared me that day.

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"Mama, Nathan is pulling my hair." I look up from my computer and scold my son. Both were nearly carbon copies of their birth mother. Dark hair, medium skin, deep brown eyes that you get lost in. They slightly resembled Kurt our sperm donor but mostly Rachel. Patti sticks her tongue out and I go back to my work. Then my cell phone goes off; I pick it up and see it was Kurt.

"Hello darling." I tease hoping it was just telling me Rachel had to stay late for an rehearsal and we'll have to move the surprise to tomorrow, or something. But the moment I heard him, I knew something was wrong.

"Quinn I'm going to come pick up the kids and Blaine will take you to the hospital." I get a lump in my throat, something had happened, but I had to hold it together. I muttered out an OK before hanging up.

"Ok Blaine what happened?" He tells me that Rachel slit her wrist when she didn't get the part. I start crying and he holds my hand until he gets to the hospital. "Have you called the dads?" I ask wondering. After me and the kids, they were the most important people in our lives. They were my parents too as my birth parents abandoned me.

Blaine walks me to the help desk. I was still crying a little, praying for the first time in like ever that she was going to be okay. He walks me to the ICU but wasn't aloud to go any further. I walk up to her bed she was in the middle of a blood transfusion. Her arms were wrapped tightly from the wrist to the crook of the elbow where the IV was, and were trying to bleed though the bandages. "Oh my God, Rach what have you done."

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She was back in her old narcissistic mind set for the most part and kicking herself for that one moment of crazy. She will be going to LIMH for the next two years for intensive therapy. We were happy about the baby but it was overshadowed with her regression. This wasn't the first part she didn't get so I don't know what made her snap. The play wasn't one of the best well known plays nor one of her favorites, I mean it's not like it was Funny Girl or Wicked.

Maybe we should have never stopped going to therapy, but it's not like we needed on going medication like Brittany and Santana. We were normal now; sure Rachel still had a big chip on her shoulder but she wasn't crazy was she? Neither of us have cut or anything since our earliest days at the hospital, me when I last saw my birth parents and they said I would be going to hell if I date her. After that they were asked to sign me over and not return. They did so if only to have a risk free excuse to completely disown me. I guess I related to Blaine more than Kurt in that aspect both of us had parents that would rather disown us than have a gay child but he still had his sister who when told to choose she chose her brother. I liked Bridget she had helped us with baby sitting and even carried Oliver for them. She was a personal trainer in Queens. My sisters disowned me too. I only claim Rachel's dads and sometimes Burt as my parents. My sisters are Santana, Britt and sometimes Bridget.

Blaine was the donor for my baby after that we were going to stop. Three was enough. We just wanted me to be the birth mother for one. The twins though they looked a lot alike but couldn't be more different. Nathan was very much a boy he climbed trees teased his sister and loved his big wheel, he loved dinosaurs and space. Patti/Patricia was a bit of a tattle loved to sing and had a fascination with marine-life (I blame Brittany for that) and was a very good swimmer. It's funny that they're only going to be four yet have so much personality already.

Other than giving me crap that I'm the first girl to turn thirty the last few weeks with Santana and Brittany had been fun. Rachel was getting better but was still ashamed that the went a little crazy. I was happy to finally meet Sadie in person. She didn't look like either of them, light brown curly hair. Hazel brown eyes a little paler than Rachel, a little short for her age. Other than being very shy, she was very much like Brittany in every other aspect sweet and childlike, very flexible, the dancer body and wanted to be a ballerina when she grew up. I still can't get over how big Lucas is getting for a six year old he was very tall. He was hardheaded and kind of a smart ass. If I did not already know he was Brittany's, I would think he was Santana's.

My phone buzzing brought me back to the present. It was a text from Santana, we're on our way. I look at the carpet were the boys were sleeping, I go to the bedroom were the kids were staying and see the girls sleeping in awkward angles. Rachel was in a support group meeting and Abba was reading the newspaper. Daddy was waiting to drive Rach home. They were adorable but I couldn't wait for things to get back to normal. I'm trying my best not to stress about everything but Rachel is in-between being too sick to function without intensive therapy but she's not sick enough to be a full time patient. To be honest if LIMH wasn't a halfway hospital only Santana and Brittany would have been there. I was still worried about her. We lied to the kids saying she burnt herself really bad on the stove and that was why her arms were wrapped.

There was a knock on the door. I look though the peep hole to see Brittany and Santana, Brittany waving happily at me. I open the door and press my fingers up to my lips. We awe at the sight of our little ones sleeping. Brittany takes Lucas and Santana Sadie. They kiss me on the cheek and whisper goodbye telling me to tell Rachel goodnight. I could tell Brittany had been crying she had bloodshot eyes but I did't want to ask, I knew it would only upset her again. It