Short Cuts

Puck groaned deeply as he moved to get up off the couch, tossing the well worn blue blanket that had been covering him to the floor. He stood up, stretching, groaning still. He leaned down, snatching the remote from the floor and turning the TV off. He then glanced down at the mess that covered the coffee table; four empty cups, two containers of Chinese food that were practically empty, a box of pizza with one slice left, half a container of ice cream, a half eaten bag of candy corn, and an opened jar of pickles. He frowned at the sight as he started clearing off the table. He didn't know how she could eat so damn much! It worried him because half the stuff she consumed was take-out, but the doctor's said she was healthy as were the babies, so he assumed it was fine.

He finished cleaning, dumping just about everything into the trash can, before heading back into the living room, and throwing the blanket back on the couch before heading upstairs. He was exhausted. He climbed the stairs, checking his watch as he went. 9:03 p.m. Blared back at him. "Shit" he thought to himself. "Its actually early." But he was still exhausted nevertheless, so he continued his journey to his bedroom.

He stopped in the hallway, catching familiar blonde waves in the corner of his eye. She was leaning against the doorframe of their guest bedroom. He walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her middle (which was getting very difficult lately) and whispered in her ear. "Hey princess, didn't you head off to bed like an hour ago?" Quinn placed her hands on top of his, leaning back into him. "Yes, I did." She responded playing with his fingers.

He chuckled lightly, planting a kiss on her collarbone, "So then what are you doing darlin'?"

She shrugged in his grasp, "Thinking,"

"'Bout what?" He prompted placing his head on her shoulder.

"About, us, and the babies, and this room. . ." She said sighing.

"What about this room?" He asked.

"Rachel says we need to start working on this room, like tomorrow." She told him sighing again.

"So? What's the problem with that? I'll help you with it you realize that right? After work I mean."

"That's the problem." She cried turning around so she could see him face to face.

"What? That I'm working?" He asked knitting his eyebrows together, not seeing the big picture.

She nodded, her bottom lip quivering, "And Rachel said she'd help me out with it, because your working and all, but I want you to have some input as well, since they are you kids and all. . ."

He smiled, and kissed her forehead gingerly. "Babe it'll be fine. I'll put my input in wherever it's needed. And I mean that in more than one way." He told her grinning.

She laughed airily, rolling her eyes. "Of course you do. But really, are you OK with Rachel helping me tomorrow?"

Puck nodded. "Yes! It's fine. As long as it's not covered in Broadway playbills or anything weird like that. OK?"

She bit her lip giggling, "I promise nothing weird." She told him wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him.

"Good, now can we all go to bed now?"

She nodded, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders leading her into their bedroom, so they could all get some much needed rest.

~P&Q~

The next morning Quinn was leaning against the wall in her guest bedroom her arms clasped protectively around her stomach, as she listened to Rachel's many many ideas for the twins' nursery.

The small brunette ran her fingers threw her hair as she walked around the empty room, rattling off numerous ideas of what to do. Quinn had tried to listened, truly she had, but one could only listen to Rachel's ideas for so long. And "so long" was about and hour. Rachel had been there with Quinn for three hours. Quinn was known insanely bored, and still had very few ideas about what to do with the nursery, she was also starving, and desperately wanted to run downstairs and check to see if Puck had tossed the rest of the pizza from last night.

"So what do you think Quinn?" Rachel asked smiling at her expectant friend.

Quinn snapped out of her daze. "Yeah that sounds great." She nodded smiling.

"Great. . ." Rachel said, and her voice faded out as Quinn went back to ignoring her.

It was then that Quinn felt pressure in her lower abdomen. Not the light fluttering she had been feeling for the past week or so, but pressure and it definitely didn't feel right. She groaned weakly as the pressure came again, harder this time.

"I can't be in labor!" Quinn thought. "I'm only six and a half months!"

But whatever it was labor or not, it was definitely not suppose to be happening.

"Rachel." Quinn said cutting off her best friend in the middle of her speech on the difference between purple and violet.

"Yes Quinn?" She asked knitting her eyebrows together in confusion, noting her friend's pained expression. "What's wrong?"

"Something's wrong, you've gotta take me to the hospital."

~P&Q~

It was late morning when Puck was informed. He was walking down the hallway, his shift had just ended and over the course of a few hours, he had thought up some actually decent ideas for the nursery.

As he continued walking down the hallway, he glanced into one of the rooms, and saw two very familiar figures.

"Quinn?" He gasped quietly, when he spotted his wife propped up in a hospital bed. He could tell from her expression and Rachel's that something was definitely not right.

TBC

Oh kinda cliffhangerie. Haha sorry! Hope you liked the chapter thou! It's longer this time! Yay! Thank you for you reviews! Lovely as ever! (: I'm really really glad you all enjoy this story and my writing so much! Thanks for reading and maybe 93 reviews this time around? Please&Thank you. I'm very grateful to have all these wonderful readers (: XOXO -Em