After the fall, Rachel doesn't wake up through the afternoon, not opening her eyes until the early morning, the time she's supposed to be in first period History. The first person she sees nestled with her is Finn, his hand on her stomach. She moves gingerly to the side, turning herself to face him.

Her dads left on a business trip after the dinner with Noah, a meeting she's supremely grateful for, given her current condition in the hospital bed, and the fact that Finn is snoring softly into her shoulder. She doesn't know if she has the energy, or the ability to lie, to explain why Finn is here with here, not her pseudo boyfriend that she introduced to her parents the other night.

She blinks back tears, and stares at him, the gaze of her stare eventually waking him up.

"Hey."

"Hi, Finn." She whispers softly, her throat aches.

"You gave us quite a scare, you know." He brushes a stray strand of hair from her eyes, and leans his forehead onto hers.

"I'm sorry." She doesn't know what she's apologizing for, but the words need to be said, the message needs to be conveyed. (I'm sorry for making you a part of my problem)

Finn places a kiss on her temple, whispering words of comfort.

"Don't be, you didn't do anything wrong."

She nods softly, her eyes itching and turning to sandpaper.

"How's the baby?"

"He's good."

Rachel lets out a breath she wasn't aware she was holding. She thinks it's a sign, a high fall, and the baby survived. She has to keep this pregnancy now. She lets out a small smile, it may not be that bad.

"You're having a boy."

She presses her hand to his face, burrowing herself deeper into his chest.

"Does everyone know?" (Did Santana tell?)

Finn looks confused. "No, just you and me. Now that you're awake, I'm going to let you get some rest. I'll be back in a little while."

"Can you stay? Please. I don't want to be alone. I just, I just need you to help me stay strong."

He covers her with his arms, and she feels the full extent of the exhaustion seeping into her bones, and she falls asleep.

Somewhere on the other side of town, their high school is abuzz with the floating rumors circulating their way across the halls.

I heard Santana pushed her down the stairs.

I heard that she slipped on her own, and Santana found her.

I heard Berry was doing one of Santana's former flings and that's why Santana tried to kill her.

Puck, headphones in all day, doesn't hear any of the rumors, he doesn't hear anything until lunch time when Mercedes saunters over to him, ripping out the white buds from his ears.

"What the fuck. I was listening to that. Give them back." He gives her a nasty stare, pissed she's even talking to him.

"How much are you contributing, white boy?" She takes out an envelope, and a pen to mark down the figure.

He gives her a look. "What are you talking about?"

"For Rachel. Look, I get that you don't like her but seriously, she's in the hospital. The least you could do is fork over some cash for some flowers."

His eyes widen, a look of surprise and disbelief circling his features. "Why is she in the hospital?"

"After you stormed out of Glee club yesterday to go home, she fell down the stairs. Or Santana pushed her. Take your pick. How much can I count on you for? I don't have all day, you know."

And just like that, Puck bolts for the second time in less than twenty four hours at the mention of Rachel Berry.

Breaking several speed limits on his way to her, Puck is out of breath by the time he arrives. Walking into her room, Puck sees Rachel molded into Finn, her hand gripping his shirt, and sleeping softly. Finn grunts a reply to Puck, and is the first to break the spell of silence.

"I don't think this is the best time, man. Can you come back later or something?"

"I just want to talk to her."

"She's sleeping, and stop talking so loud, you'll wake her. She just fell asleep."

Puck motions to the door.

"We need to talk."

Finn gives a sigh, and gently untangles Rachel from him, closing the door softly on his way to follow Puck.

"Can't this wait?"

"No, I want to talk to her. I need to see her, I need to explain."

"She's sleeping. Dude, just come back later."

"I can't come back later, I want to know about the baby. And her, if she's alright."

Finn narrows his eyes, and an iciness travels through them.

"How do you know about the baby? I didn't know she told anyone in Glee."

"She didn't."

Finn stands there, eyebrows raised, and finally, Puck relents and speaks.

"I'm the father."

Finn breaks into a fit of hysterical laughter, as Puck stands there uncomfortably, wondering what joke he missed.

"Dude, you're not cut out to be a father."

"What's that supposed to mean? Are you questioning my parental abilities? That's rich coming from the guy who doesn't know left from right."

"Hell yeah, man. This morning, you held another girls hand and you let, you stood by and let, your friends make fun of her. If you knew she's the mother of your child, why didn't you say something? God, be a man for once."

"I feel horrible. I do but, I'm not going to disappear. I want to be responsible."

"Look, man. You're not responsible enough to take care of a goldfish. It's fine, I'll help her with the baby. Maybe I'll even give you pictures once in a while. Or even a wedding invitation when we get married."

"I don't want you raising my child." Puck ignores the dig about the wedding, feeling something revolting inside his stomach.

"I don't think that's your choice to make. She's made her decision for who the role of father is going to be filled by, obviously. After the shit you pulled this morning, I don't see why her opinion would change."

"Look, it won't happen again. I messed up but I'm ready to do this, to make changes."

"I don't want you part of her life, you've done more than enough over the years to punish her for things of your own making. I don't want you part of this baby's life."

"That's not fair, it's not even any of your business. You're one to talk, too. You just broke up with Quinn."

"I broke up with Quinn for Rachel, learn the difference."

"I want to be a part of this."

"I'll ask her to send you a postcard."

"I don't get your problem, this isn't even your child." Or your girlfriend, he thinks.

Finn sobers up, and stares at Puck intently, finally making eye contact.

"Well, then you're going to have to fight for her because the way I see it, I'm not giving her up without a fight."

With that, Finn walked back inside the hospital room, leaving a stunned Puck outside, and curled up with Rachel as if he never left.

Author's Note: Happy Holidays, everyone! So, I've been slacking on updating this story, I didn't know how much you guys liked it until I started getting messages asking when I'll update.