(Thumbs up for consecutive updates! A few warnings in this chapter: It contains a little language. It also contains a bit of medical talk. I am not a doctor, nurse, or healthcare worker. If you are pregnant, go see one of those people, because my info came from google and years of watching birth shows on TV. Okay, enjoy. -Jordon)

Quinn

Santana took me into the bathroom, set me on the toilet, and pressed a wet washcloth to my quickly swelling nose. I couldn't catch my breath between my sobs. I was so thankful for Puck stepping in, but I was terrified that Schue would go back on his word. I had no reason to trust him. He was out of his mind. For all I could know, he could be on his way back down to the basement intent on killing me or the baby. This thought only made me cry harder.

"Shhhh…" San stroked my hair and held my hand from her perch on the side of the bathtub. "You heard Schue, Quinn. He said as long as you don't cause any problems you would be okay. And Puck will look after us…" She said this, but I could tell she didn't necessarily believe it. She was still incredibly angry at Puck for not standing up to Schue that horrible night. She didn't understand that he was just trying to protect Sarah. I leaned over and rested my forehead against her tanned shoulder. My head was pounding, whether from the crying, the hits I had took to the face, or him shaking me I couldn't tell. My tears slowly quieted down into hiccups.

Brittany appeared at the door. "What's going on? Why is Schue so mad at Quinny?"

Santana motioned for her to join us in the bathroom. "Quinn is pregnant, Britt. She's going to have a baby."

Brittany stayed quiet. "No. She can't. You have to get really fat to have a baby, and Quinn is skinny."

Santana smiled sadly at her best friend. "No, at the beginning you are skinny, you get a little bigger every day. She won't have a baby for a long time."

Brittany considered this. "How long?"

I met Santana's eyes. We had no idea how far along I was. "We don't know." Santana answered quietly.

I pulled the crumpled box from under the sink. "The box says that a positive can be shown up in as little as two weeks after conception. So… I could be two weeks. Or I could be a month and a half. Probably about eight months." I couldn't help but wonder where I would be in eight months. Would I still be here? Would I still be pregnant? Would I finally be home? Would I even be alive?

The three of us sat huddled in the small bathroom until it was time to go upstairs and make lunch. Then we slowly filed up the stairs, trying to stay out of everyone's way.

Lunch went by uneventful. Then dinner went. We waited in the basement, our ears straining for the sounds of heavy footprints, but they never came. Eventually, we got underneath the thin cotton quilts, trying to keep near each other for warmth and comfort, slowly falling into a light, uneasy sleep.

The loud laughter and boisterous shouts woke us up. The clock showed that it was two in the morning. We quickly sat up, pushing towards the corner. Sam came down the stairs, a thin Asian girl held in front of him. Her hair was coming loose from her side braid. Her eyes were red from crying. Sam dumped her to the floor, and went back upstairs.

We slowly approached her. Santana helped her to her feet. We removed the duct tape and she cowered in front of us. She was my height but the way she held herself made her appear much smaller.

"What's your name?" Brittany asked softly.

"T-tina."

"You don't have to be afraid of us. We're nice."

Tina looked up at us, her body visibly shaking. "Where am I? Who are you? I want to go back!" Her voice grew into a wail.

"You've been kidnapped by…" My voice trailed off. We really didn't know who was keeping us captive. Just that they were dangerous. "A gang." I finished pitifully. "My name is Quinn, this is Santana, this is Brittany."

"I want to go home."

Santana laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I know. We all do." The voices came closer, and we slowly drew back from Tina.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered. I could remember very vividly what had happened when I had tried to keep Schue from raping Brittany. I couldn't risk that happening again. Not with the baby.

Schue came down first, followed by several men. Tina was still shivering in the middle of the room. He slowly began to circle her. He placed a hand on her cheek and cast a malicious glance at the three of us. "What? No acts of heroism? No one coming to her rescue?" He turned his eyes back to her. "I wouldn't put too much faith in anyone coming to recue you. This is your new home. Don't worry, we exactly how to make you feel at home."

Puck

It had been an entire week since the new girl had been brought to the house. She was extremely quiet, and anytime she was required to speak she would stutter so fiercely that it was hard to distinguish what she was trying to say.

I tried to give her some time to adjust. Not that I expected her to ever be comfortable here, she never would. Neither would Quinn, Santana or Britt. Or me for that manner. What had started off as a better start for me and my family had turned into a place I was disgusted to live, a group of men I was horrified to belong to.

When I knew the girls had made their way back downstairs, I gathered the giant pile of textbooks that had been left in the living room. I slowly made my way down the stairs. I set them gently on the table and turn to Tina. She was huddled on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. Brittany was sitting on the floor, stretching her legs or something. Quinn was sitting at the table. From the sounds coming from the bathroom, I could gather that Santana was showering.

I cleared my throat. "You're a medical student, right?"

It took her a moment to realize I was addressing her. She nodded slowly. "I need you to do something for me."

Her eyes narrowed. "I d-d-don't owe y-you anything." She hissed at me.

I backtracked quickly. "No- that came out wrong. Not for me, for…" I looked at Quinn.

"I need your help."

Tina frowned at her. "What?"

"I'm pregnant. I don't know how far along, I don't know if it is healthy. I'm really scared."

I could see the wheels in Tina's head turning. She slowly got off the couch and approached Quinn. "Lie down on the couch. Pull up your shirt." Quinn obeyed. Tina knelt beside her and began to run her hands gently over her stomach.

"Any bleeding?"

"No."

"Excessive vomiting or d-diarrhea?"

"Nothing yet."

"Have you n-n-noticed a fever of any kind?"

"No. But we don't have a thermometer."

Tina turned to me. "W-w-we will need to get first aid kit of s-some kind. Therm-m-mometer, band-aids." She turned back to Quinn.

"Soreness in your b-b-breasts?"

Quinn squirmed a bit. "Yes." She whispered quietly.

"Well, I can't tell much without better supplies. But you sound f-f-fairly healthy." She turned to me. "I'm going to need several things. A stethoscope, the first aid kit… A fetal Doppler would greatly help. Blood pressure cuff. Sterile gloves, antiseptic. Cord clamps. Hopefully I won't need it, but a suture kit to just be sure."

I stared at her in horror. "All of that? How am I supposed to get it? Where? How much is it going to cost?"

She stared at me. "Y-y-you could probably find-d-d it online." I nodded slowly.

"What did they do back in the 1800's when none of this stuff even existed?"

She gave a small shrug. "It was w-women who had already g-g-given birth helping other women. But a lot of th-the time, the baby or m-m-mom had complications. It was d-dangerous."

I thanked her and went back upstairs. I got on the computer in the living room. I started with google searches, trying to find everything Tina had mentioned. Hours later, my eyes itching from staring at the computer screen, I typed in my credit card number. I had found almost all of the items Tina had requested, as well as getting a few books. Several books about homebirths (which from what I could gather, was what this would be, several of the lame, 'What to Expect' books, as well as a baby name book. It had cost quite a bit of money, but I had no choice but to pay. If I wanted to keep Quinn safe, I had to keep her out of Schue's mind. It would be hard, but I was determined. I felt guilty for not stepping in when this whole shitty thing leapt into motion, but I just kept reminding myself that I had to keep Sarah safe. But now.. It was up to me. I had to keep them safe, until I could eventually get them out.

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