A/N: This chapter is the one I have been struggling with, I had two ways I was thinking of taking it, and I'm still not 100% sure I picked the right way, but I had to make a choice before I could continue. I know it might not be to everyone's liking, but it went with my storyline so I wrote it. After this chapter I only have 1 more pre-written chapter, since this one kinda screwed me over a dozen times before I was happy enough to continue the story, so I must get back into writing!
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Chapter Eleven: 13 Weeks
It had been a week since Sue had kicked Santana and Quinn off the Cheerios and the two girls were feeling a little bit lost without their uniforms, daily practices and routines to learn.
On Friday morning Quinn picked out a pretty white dress to wear and slipped into it, realising she couldn't do the zip up. She held the material to her front and crossed the room to the bathroom where Santana was doing her hair.
"San can you zip me up?" Quinn asked, turning around so Santana could reach the zip.
Santana finished fixing her hair and turned to Quinn, her eyes feasting on the pale skin of the blonde's back that was exposed to her.
"White dress and a white bra, Q?" Santana teased, running a finger slowly down Quinn's spine, making the girl shiver. "After what we just did in the shower I don't think you should be wearing such a pure colour."
Quinn felt her cheeks heat up at Santana's reference to their shower quickie and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth to suppress the moan as Santana's hand dipped down her dress to grab her ass lightly.
"Don't start something you can't finish, Lopez," Quinn warned as Santana's hand toyed with the waistband of her underwear.
"To be continued later then," Santana promised, removing her hand and starting to zip up Quinn's dress. She moved the zip a few inches but then it wouldn't go up any further. "Uh, Kitten, I think you officially have a baby bump, this zip won't do up."
Quinn's hands flew down to rest on the tiny bump of her stomach. She missed her Cheerio's uniform that had hid her baby bump, now she was starting to notice that she had a obvious bump that held her growing baby.
"Kind of ironic that a virginal white dress won't do up because I'm knocked up," Quinn smiled, slipping the material off her shoulders and letting the dress pool on the ground. "We might need to go shopping this weekend."
Santana was relieved that Quinn wasn't upset about her dress doing up, she herself had freaked out a few mornings earlier when her favourite pair of jeans wouldn't do up, and she was glad that Quinn didn't have the same freak out otherwise they would have been late to school.
Finishing up in the bathroom, Santana picked up Quinn's dress where she had left it on the bathroom floor and went back into the bedroom to find some shoes to wear, seeing that Quinn had selected another dress to wear instead.
Just as Santana sat down on the bed to pull on her shoes, Puck entered the room, heading first to Quinn to give her a good morning kiss and then over to Santana, waiting for her to stand before kissing her as well.
"Running a bit late this morning, ladies," Puck commented, usually the girls met him at the front door when he arrived, but today Maribel told him the girls were still getting ready upstairs.
"Yeah well your girlfriend wanted a little shower sex this morning so now we're a little behind schedule," Santana smirked and Puck wrapped an arm around her waist to draw her in close.
"Yeah and which girlfriend was that? Because I can imagine both my girlfriends being up for that, not just one of them," Puck teased, knowing Santana was trying to blame Quinn.
"I wasn't the one who jumped into the shower when her girlfriend was already in there, that's for sure," Quinn supplied.
"Well," Santana started, thinking for a second before coming up with no way she could pin this on Quinn. "We're going to be late if we don't leave now."
Puck headed downstairs, followed by Quinn then Santana, the three calling out their goodbyes to Maribel and Carlos before climbing into Puck's truck and heading to school.
In Glee, Santana and Quinn were both shocked when Puck announced he had a song to sing for them, he gestured for the two girls to move to the two seats at the front of the room.
"So our assignment this week has been to sing a ballad, they're all about expressing feelings and crap, and well, I think this song is pretty appropriate to us right now," Puck explained nervously before he nodded at Mr Shue who hit play on the stereo, the sound of music filling the room.
"You're having my baby, what a lovely way of saying how much you love me," Puck sung the first line of the song, smiling at Quinn, winking at her as she blushed.
"You're having my baby, what a lovely way of saying what you're thinking of me," as Puck sung the second line he switched his attention to Santana, seeing she was trying to hide the smile that tried to cross her face.
"I can see it, your face is glowing. I can see it in your eyes, I'm happy you know it," Puck came to stand in front of the two girls, smiling as he sung. "That you're having my baby, you're the women I love and I love what it's doing to ya. You're having my baby, you're a women in love and I love what's going through ya."
As Puck continued to sing the song, Quinn shot a look at Santana, biting down on her bottom lip as she saw the love and adoration in her girlfriend's eyes, and as she looked back to Puck she could see the same look reflected in his eyes as he kept eye contact with both of the girls.
"The need inside you, I see it showing. Whoa, the seed inside you, baby, do you feel it growing, are you happy you know it," Santana finally let the soft smile cross her face, she couldn't hold back her happiness anymore, even if her boyfriend was possibly the cheesiest person she knew in that second, she loved the sincerity in his voice and the love in his eyes as he sung.
For the rest of the song, Puck kept his gaze evenly between the two girls, and every time he sung to Santana, Quinn peeked a look at her girlfriend, loving the look that crossed Santana's face the second Puck's eyes landed on her, and she knew it was the same look she wore when Puck sung to her as well.
When the song ended, everyone clapped loudly, but Puck only paid attention to Quinn and Santana. Both of the girls stood, and Quinn quickly wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug, blinking back her happy tears as she kissed him on the cheek and whispered a soft "I love you" in his ear.
Once Quinn had released Puck, he turned to Santana, seeing the brunette was already standing and trying unsuccessfully to hide her impressed smile.
"That was cheesy, Puckerman," she told her boyfriend, her smile only growing as he shrugged his shoulders.
"You loved it anyways," Puck countered, taking a step forward until their bodies were almost touching. He knew that Santana was less comfortable with PDA than Quinn was, so he was quite surprised when Santana closed the gap between them, her arms wrapping around his neck as she stood on tip-toes to whisper in his ear.
"I love you," Santana murmured before pulling back slightly to lock eyes with Puck once more. "Single most cheesiest thing I have ever seen though."
Puck could tell from the way her dark eyes sparkled how much she had enjoyed his song, as cheesy as it may have been.
The bell sounded, but Santana still didn't step away from Puck, enjoying the quiet moments they were sharing.
"Come on lovebirds, we have class to get to," Quinn said gently, wrapping her arm around Santana's waist and squeezing her hip gently, sensing that the brunette didn't really want to tear herself away from their boyfriend. "You can cuddle him at home."
The rest of the day passed as normal, text messages were exchanged by the three, and they sat together in the classes they shared, but in the period after lunch, which was a class Santana and Quinn shared, Quinn got called to the principal's office.
Santana looked rather worried about this, her girlfriend never did anything to warrant getting in trouble, but Quinn brushed her off, squeezing her hand gently before leaving the room.
Quinn entered Principal Figgins' office, pulling the door shut behind her, but as she looked up into the room she froze. There sat her parents, both with fake smiles plastered on as they turned to look at her.
"Quinnie," Russell cooed in a way that made Quinn want to throw up. "We've been worried sick about you, sweetheart."
"Your parents were just telling me about how you have run away from home, Miss Fabray," Principal Figgins told the blonde. "I'll leave you to talk with them."
"I'm not staying in here with him," Quinn managed to get out, but Principal Figgins moved her aside and shut the door behind him.
"Now Quinnie, we just want you to come home, sweetheart," Russell's voice was eerily calm and that frightened Quinn more than his anger ever could have. "You can't live with the Lopez family forever, we're your parents."
Russell jumped to his feet, stalking across the room in only a few steps and before Quinn could comprehend what was happening he had her pinned to the door, one arm pressed tight up against her throat and the other resting threateningly on her tiny bump.
"You'll leave the Lopez's, come home with us and forget about the kid," Russell told her viciously. "I'm not having my tramp of a daughter ruining this family's reputation, this will be easy enough to get rid of."
As Russell spoke he pressed his hand against Quinn's stomach harshly, making her wince in pain.
"And you, well you'll soon remember not to do anything that will make me look bad again, Quinnie," Russell's hard, dark eyes locked with Quinn's as he spoke in a low, threatening voice. "Let's go."
Russell wrapped his large fingers around Quinn's wrist, tugging her away from the door so hard that she almost fell over as she struggled to catch her breath again.
"I won't come with you," Quinn gasped. "And I won't let you hurt my baby."
"We can do this two ways," Russell explained angrily. "Either you come willing, or I will drag you out of here like a spoilt brat. And you either get rid of it, or I will help you out with that as well, just ask your Mother about that one."
Quinn felt her blood run cold at what her Father was suggesting. She knew the man was evil, after all she had been on the receiving end of his anger for most of her life, but what he was suggesting shocked Quinn.
"Quinnie, honey," Judy's timid voice came from behind Quinn, but the blonde couldn't turn around, she was sure Russell would attack if she put her back to him. "Come home, and we'll fix this mess, okay?"
Making a quick break for it, Quinn jerked open the door.
"Call Mr Shue. Now!" She begged, watching as the secretary scrambled to page the teacher over the speaker system.
"I'm warning you, Quinnie," Russell's voice was low again, almost an angry whisper as he stepped forward to try and grab Quinn's wrist, but the blonde managed to move out of the way, stepping out into the reception area.
Russell went back into the office for a second, emerging with his hand tightly around Judy's wrist as he pulled her from the room, pausing in the door to look at his daughter once more.
"You'll regret this," Russell warned. "Remember, this is all your fault."
Will arrived within minutes and he felt incredibly worried when he was met by a sobbing Quinn, standing alone in the middle of the reception area.
"What's going on here?"
"Mr and Mrs Fabray came here to talk to Quinn, they were worried since she ran away from home," Principal Figgins supplied and Will quickly rushed over to Quinn.
"He was here?" Will asked unnecessarily. "Did he hurt you?"
Quinn looked up at her teacher and Will could instantly see the red on Quinn's throat where Russell had pushed his arm against her, the skin was already bruising from the pressure he had used.
"He wants me to get rid of the baby," Quinn sobbed. "He said if I don't get rid of it, he will do it for me."
"Shhh," Will comforted, drawing Quinn into his arms as he turned his head to the receptionist. "Can you call Miss Pillsbury please?"
Will had suggested to Quinn that she might like to talk to Miss Pillsbury, and the blonde had been in to see the guidance counsellor a few times over the past few weeks, just to have someone uninvolved to talk to, and he knew that the teacher and student had developed quite a good bond.
"Can you also get Santana Lopez and Noah Puckerman here right away" Will asked the secretary once she had paged for Emma, knowing that Quinn needed her boyfriend and girlfriend here with her after what she had just been through.
Santana practically sprinted to the office after a student came in to say she was needed, and she found Quinn hysterically crying in Will's arms.
"Kitten," Santana's voice broke as she spoke, and she felt her heart break alongside it as Quinn looked up at her, green eyes rimmed red with tears, her face full of fear and worry. "Come here."
The girls were still tightly embraced when Puck arrived, Santana had text him to say that Quinn was called to Figgins' office, and so he was worried now that he was being called there too. When he caught sight of his girlfriends clutching to each other he shot Will a worried look. Will nodded at his girlfriends, indicating to Puck that he needed to comfort the now both crying girls before the situation could be explained.
"Hey," Puck murmured as he pulled Santana and Quinn against him, an arm going around each of their waists as he hugged them tightly. "Shhh, it's okay."
It took ten long minutes of Puck whispering soothing words to the girls before they were able to calm down enough to go into Figgins' office. Once inside, Puck tried to get Quinn to sit down in a chair, but she refused, knowing that Russell had sat in that chair only minutes earlier, threatening both her and her baby.
Puck sat down, pulling the blonde into his lap as Santana took the other chair, leaving the two teachers to stand next to the desk, ready to help Quinn explain what had happened.
"My Dad was here," Quinn whispered quietly into the silent room, and Puck felt his blood boil at the older man's nerve.
"He didn't fucking touch you, did he?" Santana fumed, ignoring Principal Figgins' protest at her language, only focusing on Quinn's small nod of her head.
"He had his arm on my throat," Quinn explained, her voice husky from the weight of the older man against her sensitive throat. "And he pushed hard on my baby."
"What did he say to you?" Puck asked, and Quinn's eyes filled with tears which made their way down her pale cheeks as she recounted the conversation she had had with her Father, including his threats to both her and the baby.
"I've called your parents, Santana," Emma told the brunette. "They're on their way here to pick up Quinn."
Santana barely heard her teacher, she had moved to kneel next to Quinn, taking the blonde's trembling hands in her own and linking their fingers tightly, bringing each hand up to brush a kiss across the knuckles.
The three teenagers sat in silence, clutching each other until Maribel and Carlos arrived, both having been home together when they got the call.
"Oh Quinn," Maribel cried when she entered the office and saw the blonde's tear stained face.
"Are you kids alright?" Carlos asked worriedly, having seen firsthand how much the teenagers meant to each other, he knew it had to be killing Santana and Puck to see Quinn so upset and he was positive they were beyond angry at Russell.
"He hurt her," Puck seethed. "Again."
"Can we go home, Papi?" Santana begged, wanting to climb into bed and just hold Quinn for the rest of the day, unable to handle the idea of being separated from her during classes for the next three hours. "Please."
"We're going to the hospital first," Carlos informed his daughter. "Quinn we need get you checked out, okay?"
"Okay," Quinn agreed, she was worried that Russell had hurt her baby, and it was making her feel physically sick. "I need Puck too."
Carlos and Maribel looked at each other, Maribel had called Ruth on the way over, knowing that the other woman cared deeply for both of his son's girlfriends and would want to know. Ruth had given them permission to take Puck home as well, if needed, sensing that her son wouldn't want to be away from either of his girlfriends after such a horrifying ordeal had taken place.
"Ruth Puckerman has already cleared this as being okay," Maribel said to Will who nodded his understanding, Puck had talked to his teacher about the new family relationships and how everyone was getting along.
The group left Principal Figgins office, but as they left the school building Puck paused.
"I drove my truck in this morning," he remembered out loud. "I guess I can just meet you guys at the hospital?"
"Nonsense," Maribel shook her head. "I'm not letting you drive right now, we'll worry about your truck later, okay?"
Puck didn't need much convincing, his hands were still shaking with anger, knowing Russell had again had the chance to hurt his girlfriend as well as threaten her and their baby.
Just like they had all those weeks ago, the three teenagers climbed into the back of Carlos' car, Santana first, then Quinn in the middle, followed by Puck on her other side.
This time, Puck's hand rested softly on the bump that contained his child, praying that the assault on Quinn's stomach hadn't harmed the unborn baby. Santana let Quinn snuggle into her side, their fingers stayed linked tightly, neither willing to let go of the other for any reason.
It didn't take long to get to the hospital, but the ride was silent, nobody knew what to say to Quinn, and the blonde simply didn't feel like talking, afraid she would burst into tears again if she tried.
When they were minutes away from the hospital several police cars went screaming past, their sirens blaring and startling Quinn from her thoughts as she realised they were just about to pull into the hospital car park. It was in that second that Quinn felt her whole body begin to shake, she didn't know what she would do if they told her that Russell had harmed her baby.
When it came time to get out of the car, the three teenagers sat frozen for a second, neither Santana nor Puck wanted to let go of Quinn to get out of the car, but after a few moments Santana hopped out first, pulling Quinn after her and letting Puck climb out of her door as well, neither Santana or Puck having to let go of Quinn that way.
Inside, Carlos again approached the reception desk and Maribel led the teenagers to sit down, this time they were much more sombre as they waited in silence. About five minutes after they arrived, they heard more sirens, this time as two ambulances raced out of the hospital grounds.
Again, the sound of the sirens shocked Quinn out of her thoughts, and she clutched at Santana's hand desperately, fighting back yet another wave of tears as she worried for her baby.
As they waited, Quinn began to make deals with herself, if the next person to walk through the doors was a man, her baby would be fine, if the woman across the waiting room coughed again before she counted to thirty, her baby would be fine. Her thoughts were only interrupted by a flurry of activity as the two ambulances screeched back into the car park, doctors and nurses seemingly appearing out of nowhere as everyone waited for the patients to be brought in.
Quinn looked up as they brought the first stretcher in, seeing a familiar shock of blonde hair, slick with red. The light blue blouse the lady was wearing, now stained with a dark patch was the same blouse that Judy had been wearing in the Principal's office and Quinn felt the world around her stop for a second before bursting into a loud frenzy.
"That's my Mom," Quinn whispered as they wheeled Judy through the emergency room doors, and Quinn didn't need to look at the second patient, knowing it was Russell before she even set eyes on his familiar navy suit and his swept-back blonde hair, maimed by the hole that was now in the side of his head.
Puck pulled his girlfriend to him, trying to shield her from the sight of her parents being wheeled motionless through to the emergency room, but it was too late, Quinn had that image etched in her brain forever.
It surprised Puck that he couldn't feel Quinn crying in his arms, he had expected her to break down at the sight of her parents, but instead she held stiff in his embrace, her breathing even though there was a slight tremble every so often.
"Baby?" He asked softly, letting Quinn pull back so their eyes locked.
"I'm okay," Quinn whispered. "I'm okay."
Carlos got up to inform the receptionist that Quinn was here, and the daughter of the Fabrays, and the receptionist promised someone would be out to see Quinn as soon as possible.
"They said someone will be out to talk to you as soon as possible, Quinn," Carlos informed the blonde as he sat back down. "They wouldn't tell me any details, sorry."
Quinn shrugged before speaking in a low, raspy voice from her injured throat.
"This might sound heartless, but in this moment all I can think about is if my baby is going to be okay, and I couldn't really care less about the two adults who are meant to love me unconditionally, but whom were both prepared to put myself and my baby in danger to preserve their reputations," Quinn got out, feeling better having put her thoughts out loud, knowing from the nods she got that everyone understood her reasoning.
"Fair enough, Kitten," Santana shot Quinn a soft smile. "Hopefully we'll get to see someone soon so we can make sure that this little one is okay. Your little Jellybean is our main concern right now, okay?"
"Jellybean?" Quinn questioned and Santana blushed a little.
"Well Jellybean is kinda what I call my baby in my head," she admitted shyly.
"That's cute," Quinn smiled. "Admittedly I call this little one Ladybug in my head."
"What if it's a boy!" Puck exclaimed suddenly. "You can't call a boy Ladybug."
Quinn shrugged, that had never occurred to her and now the name was stuck in her head, it was too late to change it now.
"You can have boy ladybugs, Puck," Santana sighed. "How do you think they get baby ladybugs?"
"I think we are all well aware that the three of you know how you get babies, thank you, Santana," Maribel interrupted, though she was glad to see the playful banter had put a smile on Quinn's face again.
"Mami!" Santana exclaimed, the blush returning to her face once more, but thankfully she was saved by the appearance of Quinn and Santana's obstetrician, Dr Fields.
"Quinn?" Dr Fields asked as she approached the group. "Do you want to come through?"
"Come with us, please?" Quinn asked Maribel and Carlos, who stood up to join the teenagers. Quinn felt more secure having Santana's parents there during the ultrasounds, and she knew that she needed their security for this one the most.
Within a few minutes Quinn lay in the familiar room, her lower half covered with a blanket as her dress was pulled up to reveal her growing stomach.
Dr Fields wasted no time bringing up the ultrasound, knowing how anxious the group must be to make sure no harm had come to the baby during the assault on Quinn. A steady heartbeat quickly filled the room and a collective sigh was given as the image of Quinn's little Ladybug came on the screen.
"Everything looks just fine here," Dr Fields told Quinn and Puck as she studied the images on the screen. "You can hear that strong heartbeat yourselves."
Quinn felt her whole body relax at the news, and she closed her eyes tightly, just focusing on the beat of her baby's heart and pushing aside what had happened already that day and what was still to come.
Puck's lips brushing against her forehead brought Quinn back into the room and she looked up at him, seeing the unshed tears in his hazel eyes.
"Our Ladybug is okay," Puck whispered as he rested his forehead on Quinn's, blinking back the tears.
After the ultrasound the group returned to the emergency room, for Quinn still had to be seen by a doctor about her throat. They had been there only a few minutes when a doctor came out calling Quinn's name, glancing around the waiting room, his eyes falling on Quinn as she stood up, expecting this to be her doctor.
"Are you the daughter of Russell and Judy Fabray?" The doctor asked and Quinn's eyes darkened, her body stiffening.
"I'm not going in to see them," Quinn said quickly, and the doctor glanced nervously over at Carlos who was his colleague.
"Quinn, let's go with Dr Abram, okay?" Carlos said to the blonde, able to tell by the doctor's demeanour that the news he had to tell Quinn was not good.
"You're coming right?" Quinn seemed to ask nobody in particular, locking eyes for a second with each of the others who all nodded at her, standing up to follow the doctor into a private room.
"Quinn, your parents were both brought in here with serious gunshot wounds," Dr Abram explained carefully. "We rushed your Mom into surgery, but there was nothing we could do to save her, she had been shot in the head and in the stomach, her injuries were very severe."
Quinn felt her chest tighten, struggling to breathe again, just like when Russell had his arm over her throat.
"And my Dad?" She finally managed to breathe out, but the doctor shook his head before answering her.
"Your Dad had a gunshot wound to the side of his head, despite CPR efforts in the ambulance they couldn't save him either."
Quinn reached blindly with both her hands, one in the direction of Santana and the other in Puck's direction, feeling them both take her hands in their own, holding on tightly.
"Okay," Quinn affirmed with a short nod.
"Are there any questions you have?" Dr Abram prompted.
"Did he do it? My Dad I mean," Quinn wanted to know, sure from the injuries that her parents had sustained that it was a murder, suicide.
"The police are investigating that now," Dr Abram explained to the teenager. "I'm sure they will be in touch to talk to you about everything.
Quinn had pretty much stopped listening to the doctor, she couldn't believe her parents were dead, but on the other hand, she was relieved that neither of them could ever threaten or put her baby into harm ever again.
All eyes were on Quinn as the group headed back to the waiting room once more, Quinn leading the way this time.
"Kitten?" Santana asked after they were sitting, but Quinn just shook her head.
"San, I'm okay, I promise," Quinn told her girlfriend firmly. "God you don't know how relieved I am, to be honest, now I know nobody will ever put my baby at harm ever again."
"But your Mom," Santana started, and Quinn shook her head quickly.
"She was begging me to go back home today," Quinn explained, realising she hadn't told this part back at the school, it was only just registering in her brain now. "Back home with him, where she knew he would make me lose the baby, he had done it to her before."
The group sat in shock, they couldn't believe that two parents could be so cruel to their own child and grandchild, to want to ruin two lives for the sake of a reputation, one that neither adult was doing a great job at keeping anyways.
"I have to call my sister," Quinn said suddenly, rummaging in her handbag for her cell phone. "I'll be back in a second."
As soon as Quinn was out of earshot Santana turned to her parents with a worried expression.
"Shouldn't she be feeling sad?"
"Remember everything Quinn's parents have put her through, Mija," Maribel reminded her daughter. "Especially everything to do with the baby."
Santana thought for a second, imagining herself in Quinn's position, through all the verbal and physical abuse over the years, the nights spent in agony and terror. Santana thought about how much she cared for the baby growing inside her, how she would already do anything to protect her child, and she suddenly knew how Quinn was feeling, her maternal instincts taking over and giving her a passion, a love that she had never had reason to feel before.
Santana nodded at her parents, letting them know she understood what her Mom was trying to tell her, but her expression was still worried, and Puck noticed this.
"Come here," Puck offered, opening his arms to Santana and letting her sit down on his lap, his arms wrapping around the tiny brunette who tucked her head under his chin. "I love you."
Santana let Puck's embrace comfort her as they waited for Quinn to return, but when the blonde came back to them, her eyes red and cheeks stained with tears, Santana stood up to comfort Quinn.
"Hey," Santana cooed. "Shhh, baby."
"Hearing Fran's voice," Quinn sobbed. "It made me realise how much I've missed her, she never came to visit because she was so scared of him."
"Did she say if she was coming now?" Puck asked and Quinn nodded into Santana's shoulder.
"She will be here in about an hour," Quinn said as she struggled to stop crying. "I haven't seen her in almost six years, I've never met my nephews."
Maribel was glad the blonde was crying, even if it wasn't because her parents were gone, but happy tears about seeing her sister again, about the two of them finally being free, she was just pleased that Quinn was showing emotion, and not bottling up her feelings.
The group was sitting in a comfortable silence when Quinn's name was called again, this time by her doctor. Santana gestured to Puck that he should go with Quinn, wanting a moment with her parents to make sure they thought Quinn was going to be okay.
After a quiet discussion, the Lopez family had talked about the day's happenings, Carlos and Maribel reminding Santana again about Quinn's family dynamics, and that Quinn seemed to be so far dealing with things in an appropriate manner, given everything that had happened. When Puck and Quinn arrived back, Quinn having been given the all clear, Santana was feeling more confident in supporting her girlfriend.
Just over an hour later and Quinn was waiting nervously inside the front door of the Lopez house, Fran had text only minutes earlier to say they had almost arrived, and Quinn was excited, but anxious to see her older sister for the first time in her teenage years.
The doorbell rang, and Quinn rushed to throw open the door, being met with a blonde that was almost identical to herself, except for the stunning blue eyes that she had.
"Oh my god, Luce," Fran exclaimed, taking in the sight of her baby sister, no longer the chubby young girl that she had last laid eyes on.
"Quinn," Quinn reminded her sister, who nodded in remembrance. "God I've missed you, Fran."
"You too," Fran replied, stepping forward to sweep Quinn in a hug, pulling back a second later as she felt Quinn's bump pressing against her.
"I'm pregnant," Quinn confirmed. "14 weeks now."
"He kicked you out?" Fran asked with a worried expression on her face at the idea of Quinn having to go through that alone.
"Assaulted me and I left," Quinn corrected. "Come inside and we can talk properly. Where's Chris and the boys?"
"The twins are still at preschool" Fran informed Quinn as she followed her inside. "And Max was taking a nap so I left him with Chris as well."
"I can't wait to meet them," Quinn smiled as she sat down on the couch, facing her sister.
"I can't wait for you to meet them either," Fran agreed. "So tell me what happened."
Quinn started from the start, telling her sister everything, including about Santana being pregnant, moving in with the Lopez family, her relationship with both Santana and Puck, and what had happened at school that morning and in the hospital an hour earlier.
"Wow, my baby sister is really all grown up," Fran exclaimed when Quinn was done. "I'm so sorry I left you here to deal with them."
"Don't apologise," Quinn insisted. "You had to get yourself out of here, you weren't to know any of this would happen."
"But still, I was so relieved to be away from the both of them, I forgot I had a little sister that I should have been protecting," Fran apologised.
"Don't blame yourself," Quinn shook her head. "I'm okay, I have Puck and Santana, and the Lopez's and Ruth, and my little Ladybug."
"I can't believe they're gone," Fran said quietly. "I have lived the last six years so worried that they would turn up on my doorstep."
"Now we're free," Quinn told her sister. "I really, really missed you."
"I missed you too," Fran agreed. "Now when can I meet this boyfriend and girlfriend of yours? I feel like I need to have the obligatory big-sister chat with them."