Chapter 4

Author's Note: Hi guys! I am so sorry! I was ridiculously busy and forgot to log into my account for a couple of weeks. Thanks for all of the amazing reviews! I love feedback, and you guys were all so sweet. I promise to update sooner next time, but I won't update until I get at least 10 reviews total, and right now I have 6 revies. Santana is in this chapter a lot, as well as Quinn.

March 1942 - Lima, Ohio

Dear Quinn,

I hope you're doing okay. And our child, is he/she doing well? Has he/she kicked yet?

I am now in England for specialized training in England to learn more about how to deal with the European terrain and its geography. Now I wish I had paid more attention to that kind of stuff in school! We won't be in actual combat for a while, so you have nothing to worry about.

Puck asked me to ask you if you can write to him. He says he'd really like someone besides his mother and Miriam to write to him. Would you please do it, Quinnie? Nothing too personal (c'mon, it's Puck!) but just some nice things. He took his breakup with Santana really hard.

I think about you all the time here. Every time I see a nurse with golden-blonde hair, I see you. I miss every part of you: your beautiful hair, your hypnotizing hazel eyes, your smile, and more things that your parents wouldn't approve of me writing down. I miss you, darling, and I can't wait to reunite with you.

Love, Finn

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Quinn smiled as she finished reading Finn's latest letter. Finn made the insecurities she'd always had about herself go away. She always felt so relieved when another letter from him arrived, even though she knew it was highly unlikely he would be injured in training.

Quinn didn't know what to think about his suggestion that she start writing to Puck. It was sweet of Finn to look after his best friend, but she didn't know if she could trust herself with the task. She and Puck would both be lying if they denied that there were some unresolved romantic feelings there. Quinn knew she was selfish and manipulative by nature, and those qualities she despised about herself could lead her to cheat on Finn via letter communication with Puck. But still, Puck looked so handsome in his uniform in the picture Finn had sent of them. She sometimes daydreamed about his amazing muscles…

Snap out of it, Fabray!, Quinn chided herself sharply. She was a married woman now, married to the man she knew she loved, and expecting his baby on top of that. But she couldn't let Finn down, so it was settled: she would write short, amiable letters to Puck. Nothing more.

The doorbell suddenly rang, and Quinn jumped up to answer it, startled. Her old friend, Santana Lopez, was standing there, clutching a newspaper and looking irritated that Quinn hadn't answered the door sooner. "Finally," the Latina said as a way of greeting. "I thought you were gonna let me freeze my skinny butt off out here." Quinn laughed at her friend's frank way of expressing her opinion. "Good to see you too, Santana!", she said.

Santana walked into the neat, pretty house the Hudsons owned and sat down in their living room. "Have you heard any news from Finn lately?", she asked casually. Quinn knew the real reason Santana was asking was to find out information about Puck. Even though she broke up with him right before he went to war - she didn't want to be tied down to someone who would be gone for years - Quinn knew Santana still cared for him in her own way. "Actually, I was just reading a letter from him," Quinn said as she made a cup of tea for her guest. "He and the rest of the army boys from Lima are training in England. They haven't seen real action yet." Santana breathed a sigh of relief.

"So what was the real reason you came here, San?" Quinn asked the Latina. "I know you didn't come just to ask for news about my husband." Santana held up the newspaper she had brought. "I read in this that several factories are hiring women." "What?!" Quinn exclaimed. "But men think we're weak and our job is to work in the home, not the factory. At least that's what my father told me." Santana shrugged. "Your father is a pigheaded ass. Anyway, the war needs us to manufacture munitions for them."

Quinn looked at the advertisement in the newspaper. "We Can Do It!", it said, with a fierce-looking woman clad in denim and a bandanna flexing her arm underneath.

Quinn shook her head. "I can't. My father would never want to have anything to do with me again if I took this job. And anyway, I'm six months pregnant!", she exclaimed, resting her hand on her round stomach as she felt the baby kick again. "No one would want to hire me…at least not for three or four more months!"

Santana shrugged. "I didn't mean you should join now, Quinn," she said. "I think you should consider volunteering for work with me after the baby is born, though." Quinn nodded. She definitely wanted to do something to help the war effort, particularly since Finn was a part of it. And the Fabrays? Sure, they were close-minded, old-fashioned people, but they had instilled in Quinn a sense of patriotism and love for the amazing country she lived in. But Quinn didn't want to have to face her parents' disapproval when she broke the news that she would be working in a factory to them yet. They already constantly nagged her about how her older sister, Frannie, was a better daughter, wife, and Christian woman. She would worry about that after the baby was born… In the meantime, maybe she would take up a light job such as sewing army uniforms - yes, that was a good idea!, Quinn thought.

"Speaking of the baby," Santana said, "have you and Finn given any thought to what you want to name the baby?" "If it's a boy, Finn wants to name him after his father, Christopher," Quinn responded. Santana nodded approvingly. "What if it's a girl," she asked. Quinn was more hesitant to respond. "Well, get this: Finn wants to name her Drizzle." "Drizzle?", Santana snorted. "What kind of a ridiculous name is that? Every time it drizzles, someone like me will mock that kid mercilessly." Quinn shook her head, laughing. "I honestly don't even know. All I know is I want to name her something more normal, such as Margaret or Elizabeth and call her Peggy or Beth."

"That's pretty," Santana said. "Much better than Drizzle," she mocked, and the two women doubled over in laughter again.

Quinn and Santana conversed for a while longer about everything from high school to new dresses to war-rationed items such as sugar. It felt so natural for Quinn to speak with her old friend, and she realized how lonely it was for her without Finn. She ate supper with Carole Burt, and Kurt - who had somehow managed to avoid being drafted in the army - sometimes, but it wasn't the same as having a husband to talk about their days with each other over dinner, the way she and Finn always did.

I'm so selfish, Quinn realized. I'm safe at home, talking to my best friend and I complain about being lonely here. Who knows what Finn will have to face overseas? Quinn had always known she could be very selfish and singleminded sometimes, but this was really bad, even for her.

Suddenly, Quinn started crying just as Santana told a joke about their naive friend, Brittany . She knew her hormones were just acting up because of the baby, but still - this was unusual. Santana looked at Quinn funny. "You doin' all right, Q?", she asked, hoping her friend was okay. "I-I miss Finn," Quinn said, even though she knew there was more to it than that. "I just want him to come home, to be there when the baby comes."

Santana rushed to the pregnant blonde's side. She put her arms around Quinn, displaying an unusual compassionate side to her that she only ever showed to those she cared most about - Puck, Quinn, Brittany, Finn, her parents, her abuela. "Oh, Q," she said. "It'll be okay. He'll come home by the time Drizzle is born."

Santana had said what each girl wanted to believe. But really, neither one of them knew what would happen to the men they loved most. Both girls suspected their beaus, husbands, brothers, and friends would not come home for a while…unless it was in a box. And neither Quinn nor Santana wanted to face that last possibility.

My dearest husband, Finn,

How are you? How is training going? I am fine, just thinking of you a lot. I miss having you sleep in the bed with me. Now it feels empty and cold rather than cozy and warm, like it felt when you were there with me.

The baby has kicked many times! He/She is very powerful, and I am sure that the Nazis would be annihilated in no time if he/she was in the army! I wish you could've been there when the baby kicked, but you were there in my heart, and I'm sure our little one knows that.

I love you so much, Finn. You are my hero, no matter what.

All my love,

Quinn

Dear Puck,

I hope everything is going well for you. I'm not going to lie, Finn asked me to write this to you. You might ask me why I am suddenly writing this to you. Am I doing this because he asked me? Yes, 99 percent of the reason I am writing to you of all people a letter is because of that. And the other 1 percent of my reason for writing to you? Because I genuinely care about you.

I'm going to put the teasing aside for a moment. How is England? I've always wanted to go there. Have you met the king and his daughters? Have you found any unsuspecting British girls to sleep with? Actually, I don't want to know the answer to that last one, but knowing you, I am sure you have.

Lima is boring as usual. After my baby is born, I am thinking of working at a factory with Santana to produce weapons. What do you think of that? I am afraid of what my parents, especially Daddy, will say.

Your mother and Miriam are fine. Your mother hopes you are attending Jewish temple services in England regularly.

All my love

Your friend,

Quinn

Author's Note: Hope you guys liked it! Here is an intro to Pucktana (I don't know if it will be one of the main ships though), Quick is being introduced here more, and Fuinn is here a bit too. I tried to play Quinn's conflicting feelings about herself, Puck and Finn, and working for the war in character, but I don't know if I did it well. I also love Santana...she is one of my favs! The next chapter will be about Puck and FInn at war. Please follow, favorite, and REVIEW!

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