~Author's Note~ This is an AU story of Quinn's pregnancy from Season 1. Some events may be the same and some may not. I do not own Glee, just the idea for this story and my OC characters.

"She wasn't exactly sure when it happened. Or even when it started. All she knew for sure was that right here and now, she was falling hard and she could only pray that he was feeling the same way." - Nicholas Sparks

Chapter 2: Is this my fault?

Santana's POV

It was late in the evening when I heard knocking at my door. I rolled my eyes and paused my Netflix. "Calms your tits, I'm coming!" But the knocking didn't cease, it just got louder and more frequent. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "Okay, whoever the hells you are, this better be important!" I flung the door open and there was Quinn. "Q, what the fuck?"

"Would you believe I was mugged?" she asked shakily, running a hand through her hair.

I crossed my arms and maintained eye contact with her. "Mugged my ass."

In a quiet, but firm voice she said, "I'd like to continue this conversation inside if you don't mind."

I knew she was trying to be strong, but with how weak her voice sounded, he must've beaten her badly. Closing the door, I led her to the couch and held her as she sobbed uncontrollably onto my shoulder.

"All I ever wanted was for someone to love me and I just had to go ruin it." She murmured through her tears.

I rubbed her back, trying to give her as much comfort as I could, "Don't you think that, Q. Not even for a minute, okay?"

She shook her head, refusing to make eye contact with me. "I can't help it though."

Seeing her so broken made me see red. Q was one of the strongest people I knew and she didn't deserve any of this bullshit. I tried to calm myself down but next thing I knew, I was walking toward the front door.

"Where are you going?" She asked nervously.

"I'm going to find that son of a bitch and beat his ass into the ground!" I shouted angrily, punching my open hand with my fist.

"No, please don't!" She pleaded, trying to, unsuccessfully, get off the couch. "I don't need the extra stress right now. Just stay. Please?" UGH, right now, she looks like a cross between that damn cat from Shrek when it's sad or a kicked puppy. I'm not usually the sentimental type, but given the circumstances, I should be more 'comforting', not ready to kick down doors... God, I hate feelings...

I let out a long sigh and rolled my eyes. "Fine," I said as I made my way back to her, effectively stopping her movements. "I'll stay. But you can't keep making that face, it's gross." She smiled a bit at my sarcastic remark and nodded. "Besides, I have an idea of what I can do to make you feel better."

She gave a watery laugh, "I'm flattered Santana, but I'm not really into that kind of stuff."

Now it was my turn to laugh, of course, make a joke about my sexuality at my expense it was so Quinn. "That's not what I meant and you know it." I shoved her playfully, being mindful of her injuries. "You'll find your Prince Charming one day, but in the meantime, the Glee club and I will make sure you and tiny over here," I laid my hand on her barely-there baby bump. "are taken care of."

Quinn's POV

I mustered a small smile and whispered, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me, Auntie Tana will take care of everything. Now," She stood up and offered me a hand to hold, "We're going to gets you checked out at the hospital and if you try to give me any troubles I will go all Lima Heights." I opened my mouth to argue but she glared at me and said, "Don't think I didn't see you wince and hear your yelp of pain as you tried to get up earlier, we're going and it's not up for discussion."

My body protested massively at the mere thought of moving, but she was right. I took both of her hands and allowed her to help me. I needed to do whatever I could to keep me and this baby healthy.

I stumbled a bit as we walked out the door and towards her car, but to her credit, she never let me fall. "What about your mom and dad, aren't they going to be home soon?"

"Don't worry. I already texted them and they just finished their shift at the hospital. They will meet us at the emergency room."

I nodded as she slowly lowered me into the car and helped me with my seat belt.

[Time skip to the hospital.]

God, I hated hospital emergency rooms. They smelled weird and the wait time was always a killer. Santana and her parents tried their best to keep my mind off everything, but with each passing moment, I got more and more antsy. "What the hell is taking so long?!"

Santana's mother squeezed my hand lightly. "Relax, your doctor is one of the very best in the world at what she does. You're in good hands." She noticed I was still in my head and carefully leaned over to place a kiss on my forehead. "Honey, I know you're scared, but they need to go through all the tests to make sure you both are okay."

"Geez, take it easy, Q. You're not the only person here with a medical emergency," Santana added bluntly.

Her father gave her a rather pointed look. "Santana, your friend is going through a traumatic experience, try to be more sympathetic."

Seeing that I was close to a breakdown, her facial expression softened. "Yes, Papi."

A fresh wave of tears came and threatened to fall. Damn these pregnancy hormones! I took a deep breath to center myself."I get that I'm not the only one that needs treatment, but the ultrasound was almost an hour ago and everything came back normal." A few tears fell and my voice started to falter. "The longer I'm here waiting for the rest of the test results, the more I feel like I'm a terrible mother."

Santana lightly rubbed my back, trying her best to comfort me. "Q, I'm sorry for being an ass. Please don't cry."

I gave a weak laugh that came out as more of a sob. Too late… "I c-couldn't protect m-myself and now the baby has to suffer th-through this because of me. I can't l-lose it, especially not after I've h-heard their heartbeat and…-"

Santana's father placed his hand on my shoulder. "Quinn, I can't stress this to you enough, your baby is doing just fine and none of this is your fault."

I didn't think it was possible, but I sobbed even harder. "B-but…-"

Even though she tried to be a hardass not even 5 minutes ago, the anguish was written all over Santana's face "Q… don't put this on or anywhere near you."

At the current time, I felt so small and insignificant. Logically, I knew what they were saying was true, but my heart refused to listen. "Why not? It's the truth. Even when I was a little girl, my father had that holier than thou attitude. At first, I thought it was because we were trying to be good Christians," I let out a dark chuckle, "but I realized how wrong I was. There's a reason why I hardly invited you or Britt over to my house. Mistakes weren't allowed, especially at home." To keep my hands occupied, I started playing with the loose ends of the blanket. "The first day he beat me was in the 7th grade. My mother had gone on a business trip and Frannie and I accidentally burnt dinner. He went off about how hard he worked to provide a good life for our family and that all he asked for in return was a nice meal to come home to, but because of our idiocy, he had to fend for himself. He had both of us take off our shirts and kneel in front of him. And then he proceeded to take off his belt and whip it across our backs." I paused as the exhaustion from the day began to seep into my bones. "I had to learn how to lie and hide the bruises that scattered my body." I blinked a few times, trying to fight my drooping eyelids. "No matter how hard he beat me; I never did anything about it. This whole problem could've been resolved years ago, but I did nothing."

"Because you were scared, Q." She said firmly as she squeezed my hand like it was a lifeline. "You were betrayed by someone who is supposed to love you unconditionally and that kind of stuff messes with your head. So, stop trying to blame all of this on yourself because all of us will tell you this as many times as you need to hear it. None of this is your fault." Santana said, placing her hand on my cheek. She then decided to stroke her hand through my hair. "Go to sleep if you need to, Q. We'll wake you up when it's time to leave."

I barely managed to smile back at her before I succumbed to the sleep I so desperately needed. It felt like I had just closed my eyes, but an hour later I was being shaken awake by Santana. "Q, get up. You and tiny have a clean bill of health. We're going home."

It took a moment for my brain to catch up to where she already was. "Home?"

Her mother smiled. "Yes, sweetie. You're coming home with us for the time being."

Her father chuckled from the doorway. "That is okay with you, isn't it?"

I nodded happily. "Of course! But…-" I frowned slightly. "But, don't I have to sign some sort of paperwork?"

Her father shrugged his shoulders. "Yes and no. We had you sign all the necessary documents when you arrived and all you need to sign are the discharge papers at the front. Due to how tired you are, I was able to convince the staff to send any other paperwork that wasn't of the utmost importance to our house under your name."

I nodded, trying to keep up with everything. "I'm guessing that includes the billing… I honestly don't know how I'm going to pay for all of this."

Her mother ran a comforting hand up and down my back. "Don't you worry about that, sweetie. We'll take care of everything."

At first, I tried to protest, but they wouldn't hear any of it. "Quinn, we want to do this for you. Please let us help?"

Knowing that there was no other way, I slowly nodded my head. The Lopez family let out a tiny cheer as we all made our way to the front desk. After I signed the discharge papers, Santana looped our arms and slowly guided me to the car. "I hope you don't mind sharing a room Q because, after tonight, there is no way in hell you're separating yourself from me."

Dear god… What did I just get myself into? I chuckled and shook my head. "Not a problem Santana, just don't smother me too much."

She looked over and jokingly rolled her eyes. "Q, what did I say earlier about making faces."

I laughed as we both sat down in the backseat. "This is not the same face I made earlier!"

"Yes, but your face still involves feelings." She said as she raised her eyebrows mischievously.

I playfully scoffed. "All facial expressions involve feelings! Hence the word expression."

"Touche, but feelings are gross and I hate them." She said trying to keep a straight face.

I patted her cheek with my hand and we both ended up laughing. Oh yeah, I could definitely get used to this.