Y'all. The end of the decade has arrived. Be safe tonight, have fun, and show love to those you care about. Don't end this year without telling your people you love them!

I am not a medical professional. All of my knowledge comes from Grey's Anatomy and Scrubs.

Mistakes are mine!

Happy New Year's Eve (and Happy New Years)

-TM

Judy rinsed the blood from her hands and made a disgusted sound as she stared at the remnants of the chicken her beloved husband brought home for dinner. It still had feathers on it in some places, the guts hadn't been properly removed, and it smelled as if he'd run it over six months ago. But she did her due diligence and cleaned it. Her biggest issue was going to be cutting it down so she could fry it as that was the only way her husband would eat it. If Quinn were home-

Judy stopped and shook her head. She wasn't going to think of her, not after what happened. She hadn't spoken to her daughter much and it was weighing on her. But naturally, her husband refused to notice that she'd stopped eating, stopped sleeping, and was relying on a pill cocktail to get her through the day. Why would he? He was barely home, spending his time with Hiram and those other men who believed they were God's gift to women and children. She rolled her eyes and was about to move towards the pantry when there was a knock on her door.

She frowned. Who in the world would be coming around the house without Russell around?

"Coming!" she called out.

Judy wiped her hands on her apron and walked to the foyer. She saw the blue lights through the window and sighed. As she expected, she found her brother and two cops hanging around on her porch. Her brother took one look at her, his face neutral but somewhat sad, and he walked off while the other two barged their way into her home. One, a man with more hair on his face than his head, locked the door while the other, a tall, lanky fellow, backed her into the wall.

The smile on his face was positively lethal as he said, "You should really be more like your brother."

Judy glanced between the two of them as her heart sunk into her stomach. "What are you-

Her head snapped back against the wall as the cop backhanded her mid-sentence. She crumpled to the floor, disoriented, and she felt someone grab her by the top of her head. The cop picked her off the floor, brought her to eye-level, and smiled. Judy barely had enough time to scream before they dragged her into the kitchen.

Quinn bounced her knee as she waited for any information about her mother. Sue was there, as was LJ, but the others were nowhere to be found. Which was good because Quinn didn't need all of them breathing down her neck and suffocating her. Judy wasn't the best mom in the world, if she could even qualify as a mother, but Quinn still cared about her, still loved her.

LJ came back with two cups of coffee and a water bottle. He passed Sue the water and gave Quinn the cup with the least amount of coffee and the most amount of sugar. She looked at him funnily and he shrugged.

"Rachel knows your coffee order by heart, and I used what was available to match it the best I could."

Quinn smiled a little at that and nodded her thanks. No sooner than LJ sat down, the doctor came in, and just the look on his face told her that something was wrong. She stood up and he held out his hand.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Rainor. Are you her daughter?"

"Y-yes, I'm Quinn, and this is my godmother, Sue," Quinn said. "And my brother in law, Leroy," she added.

LJ's lips twitched but he said nothing. The doctor smiled tightly at the group and folded his arms against his chest.

"Now, Dr. Lopez and I did the best we could. I-

"Wait, did you say Dr. Lopez?" Quinn interrupted.

"Yes, he was the other surgeon called in."

"But doesn't he work on hearts?"

Dr. Rainor winced. "Yes, well, that's what I need to talk to you about," he said. He then gestured to a nearby bench and Quinn sat down with him.

"Look, Quinn," he said softly. "I won't dance around the issue with you. Your mother is extremely lucky to be alive. I'm not sure how she survived, but for all intents and purposes, she should be dead. We have her in a medically induced coma at the moment just so the swelling in her brain can go down."

Quinn swallowed the bile that rose in her throat as the doctor continued.

"When she arrived, there was honestly little hope that she would make it. Four of her ribs were cracked, two were broken, and the internal bleeding spread through most of her intestines. Her hip was dislocated, her elbow shattered, and the fingers on her right hand were crushed to the point that there is little chance of her ever-having full use of that hand again. She took a hit to the base of her spine and will need physical therapy to walk again. But those were only the minor issues."

"Minor?" Quinn repeated hoarsely. "What could possibly be worse than that?"

Dr. Rainor hesitated and reached out and grabbed Quinn's hands. "The EMTs couldn't see it, but once we got her on the table, we realized someone broke off a small knife in your mother's heart. By them leaving it in, it actually saved her life. Dr. Lopez did manage to remove the piece with little difficulty and stitched up the wound. When I said your mother is extremely lucky to be alive, I meant it. The body was not created to take that much stress, and with the hit she took to the spine, to her heart, and to her head, I fully expected her to die on that table. If I believed in God, I would say that He blessed you and your family most amazingly. This truly is a miracle. The healing process will take time, but she will live."

Dr. Rainor patted Quinn on the hand and stood up. "Now, you can stop in to see her, but as I said, she is in an induced coma. But you are more than welcome to see her," he said.

Quinn stared at the floor. She nodded slowly and she listened as Dr. Rainor's footsteps vanished down the hall. For a moment, all was calm. She just sat there, but something roared in her chest so violently and so quickly she fell onto her knees. Anger filled her veins, her vision, and she smacked away Sue's hands.

"Find. Him," she hissed. "Find that son of a bitch and I don't care if you have to drag him down here. Bring. Me. My. Father."

"Quinn, I don't think Russell-

"I DON'T CARE IF HE DID IT OR NOT! BRING HIM HERE!"

Sue flinched back. She rose to her feet and pulled LJ close.

"Call them. I know she said she didn't want anyone here, but call them," she whispered.

"I already texted Santana while the doctor was here," he whispered back.

Sue nodded and took one last look at Quinn before she walked off. She was positive Russell didn't do it to Judy, but that didn't mean she didn't think he was involved in some way.

Rachel had just finished loading the boxes into her car when Santana's car screeched into the driveway. She jumped when her Daddy jumped out of the car and walked right to Rachel, took her keys, and pushed her in the direction of Santana's car.

"Daddy, what is-

"I'll drive your stuff to the storage facility, okay? But seriously, go with Santana," Leroy said hurriedly.

Leroy opened the door and pushed Rachel down onto the passenger seat. As soon as he closed the door, and before she could buckle up, Santana was back and peeling down the street.

"San? What's going on? You're scaring me."

Santana hit the curb hard and Rachel hissed as she hit her elbow against the window.

"Sorry. But we need to get to the hospital. Your brother texted me."

"Is he okay? Is Tori okay? What happened?"

"It's not them. Someone tried to kill Judy today," Santana said softly.

"Oh no," she whispered. "Quinn."

Santana nodded and Rachel sat back in her chair. Nothing else needed to be said.

Back at the house, Leroy turned and found Hiram staring at him from the porch. They stared at one another for a long moment.

"Did someone else die?" Hiram called out.

"Not the person we're waiting on," Leroy replied.

Hiram snorted and turned on his heel. He slammed the door and Leroy held back his tears. That once was the man of dreams, the love of his life, and was now nothing. Leroy got in Rachel's car and grabbed the steering wheel. He screamed and the only thing that heard his pain was the boxes that held their memories.

Tori, Puck, and Emma were just about to leave and go look for everyone when Sue walked through the door.

"Don't ask questions. If you don't want to be apart of what could possibly be classified as a kidnapping, then please leave the room, but I am in desperate need to find Russell Fabray before Quinn."

"W-what?" Emma stammered.

"I'm down for a kidnapping no matter the reason," Tori said.

"Yeah, I'm in," Puck said.

"Wait, wait, what is going on? Why are we kidnapping him?"

"In short, someone came very close to killing Judy this evening. LJ is at the hospital with Quinn, Santana, and Rachel I assume are on the way, and Quinn was very specific in what she wanted. And that's-

"Russell," Puck finished angrily. "That fucker finally snapped."

"That's the thing, I don't think he did," Sue said.

"I know he didn't," Emma added.

"How do you know?"

"Because I was with Russell most of the day."

"Excuse me?" Sue said.

Emma pinched the bridge of her nose and said, "Not like that. I told you I had that event at the school today. Since I'm technically still the counselor, I had to be there just in case something happened, or someone needed my services. Russell was there too on behalf of the men's group that he and Hiram are apart of. They were there praying with the kids who wanted it and passing out pamphlets. Russell was literally there from the time I got there, and he was still there when I left about twenty minutes ago."

"So, if he didn't do it, then who the hell did? Judy is literally the last person on Earth who would have enemies," Puck said.

"But Russell isn't," Tori said.

"What do you mean?" Sue asked.

"If Russell has enemies, then wouldn't they go after his wife to make a point?" Tori said, shrugging.

Sue shook her head and held up her hands. "Regardless of the why, we need to find the who. If he was still there when you left, then the school is the first place we look."

"Cool. Let me grab my chloroform."

Puck, Sue, and Emma watched Tori run up the stairs and Puck was the first to speak.

"I'm not sure where to begin with that statement," he said.

"I feel like I should be more concerned, but honestly, I'm more curious about where she bought it," Emma said.

Tori came back down with a half-empty bottle and a towel. She walked right past them and into the kitchen.

"Now I'm more concerned about why it's half-empty," Sue muttered.

"COME ON PEOPLE! WE'RE LOSING DAYLIGHT!"

Rachel and Santana sat with Quinn in the middle. She hadn't said a word or moved in over ten minutes. Rachel glanced at Santana, and Santana just shook her head. They weren't there to do anything but be there. Quinn had visited her mother alone, and while she was in there, Dr. Lopez came around the corner with a glass container in his hand. When he saw Santana, he paused and walked over to her.

"Here," he said gruffly.

Santana took the container and saw that it held the tip of a bloody knife. She said, "What is this?"

"The knife I pulled out of Judy. I didn't know what to do with it."

"The police, maybe?"

Dr. Lopez looked at her and said, "Don't trust the police in this town, Santana. You never know who's being paid off by who."

Santana frowned and her father walked off. The door to the room opened and Santana stuff the container in her jacket pocket. Quinn came out and stumbled into her seat. She just sat there. Santana reached behind Quinn and tapped Rachel on the shoulder.

She mouthed, "Put your arm around her."

Rachel hesitated, but Santana jerked her head and Rachel carefully wrapped her arm around Quinn's waist. The blonde stiffened, but relaxed and laid her head on Rachel's shoulder. Santana nodded proudly and continued to sit there with her hands in her pockets.

Fifteen minutes later, Sue, Tori, Puck, and Emma came in with a furious looking Russell. Sue glanced around in confusion.

"Where's LJ?" she asked.

"He left to go help Leroy with my stuff when we got here," Rachel said slowly.

Quinn rose out of her seat and everyone froze. They were the only ones in the waiting area, nurses too far away to hear or really see anything, and Russell tried jerking away from Tori and Puck but failed. The group surrounded her, blocking her from anyone who could possibly walk by, and she took advantage of the situation.

Russell dropped to the floor and grabbed at his nose. Puck picked him back up and held him by his shoulders. Quinn got into her father's face, blood dripping down his chin, and she pointed to the room where her mother was.

"Your wife is in that room right now. Someone tried to kill her and damn near came close to doing it. Now, I know you're a shit husband and an even shittier father, but I also know you're not stupid enough to try and kill your wife in your own home. So, I will ask you one time and one time only, do you know who would want to hurt her?"

Russell's eyes widened. "Someone hurt J-Judy? What happened? I-

Quinn scowled and grabbed her father's nose. He tried to scream but Tori clamped her hand over his mouth as soon as Quinn made her move.

"Who would want to hurt her?" Quinn repeated.

Russell shook his head and Tori reluctantly dropped her hand as Quinn let go of his nose.

"I don't know!" he said nasally.

Quinn punched her father in the stomach, and he wheezed.

"Wait, wait," he panted. "I wasn't even home, okay? Simmons called me and asked me if she was home, that he needed to talk to her about something, but that's all I know I swear!"

Quinn's eyes flashed.

That's all she needed to hear.