A/N Hello everyone! I hope all is well with all of my supporters. So after reviewing your suggestions of how I should post my incomplete stories.
I will post them and put them on hiatus for now. This being one of them. I have a few chapters of this story in my docs somewhere but until I find them, there won't be an update.
Once again as a reminder and just plain old news to those who don't know. My doc is full that it's hard to find the and post the chapters to the correct story because it's hella confusing.
So confusing that I almost posted a chapter to a different story to my story 'You are the Mother' story. Which let's be honest, no one would appreciate a mess up like that.
So after asking my supporters like I've stated earlier. They suggested that I post them anyway. So, here's another one.
Also, for any of the other stories I've posted. When I find a chapter to that specific story I will post it. Until next time.
I don't own glee or any rights to it's characters, storylines or anything else.
The 'GLEE REUNION!' hung in the back corner of Breadtix.
It was the end of May and already beginning to scorch outside.
They just left their fifteen year high school reunion early.
Seeing as how they had no interest in seeing anyone else there really.
It was only six thirty but the glee reunion had been more important.
Every one was in attendance.
Will and Emma Shuester were hosting it.
The group took their seats.
Every one had a smile on their face.
It had been fifteen years since graduation.
Sam Evans had become a high profile model who just recently signed to Sony records for his first album.
Mercedes Jones was currently staring in Dreamgirls the musical and was wedding planning heavily with her fiancé Sam Evans.
Artie just finished directing his first big motion picture after being an apprentice to many of Hollywood's top directors.
Tina was currently the second lead actress in a popular TV show and married to Mike Chang.
Mike Chang was currently touring with a popular dance company he himself had established.
Santana was one of the top DJ's over seas and in the U.S. who was married with a six year old son, to her high school sweetheart Britney Pierce.
Britney was a sought after choreographer and former dancer on many celebrity tours along with Mike Chang. The two had collaborated on many projects.
Kurt had spent some time on Broadway but took time off to start his own clothing line.
Blaine was one of the biggest stars on Broadway always snagging the male lead spot.
The two have been married for 4 years now and where currently discussing the possibility of children.
All in all every one was living their dream except for Puck and Quinn who were stuck in Lima right along with Finn.
Though Finn was more than happy to stay in Lima.
He had originally signed up for the military but do to unforeseen circumstances came back home after his discharge but he was happy.
He had finally taken over Burt's garage and was doing well for himself.
Granted, he didn't look as good as he use to what with the beer gut and all.
Puck also wasn't what he use to be. Unfortunately, he still cut his hair in that stupid Mohawk. Puck also had a beer gut.
It wasn't so bad that both men looked like they were practically 9 months pregnant but it was seeable through their clothing and it didn't look attractive at all.
Quinn couldn't help but feel her chest tighten at all the stories being told around her.
She wasn't necessarily sad but it did hurt to know she wouldn't be able to even attempt anything in regards to her personal passions, until her daughter left for college and started her own life.
The blonde's mind began to wander as her eyes did as well. Taking in the restaurant and it's occupants.
Her gaze sweeping across the tables at all the happy smiling faces of family, friends, lovers and acquaintances in their own little bubbles, Unburdened by life.
A lot of the people in that restaurant knew who Lucy Quinn Fabray was.
She use to be the talk of the town. The blonde, knocked up, homeless, former head cheerleader.
Every one knew her story. There was no way for them not to.
Getting pregnant at sixteen to the school man whore was never in the plans but for the life of her Quinn couldn't regret her daughter.
Her beautiful strong amazing daughter that she loved with every fiber of her being. Nothing would ever destroy that.
Which is why she didn't feel sad because she knew she could still have one of her dreams. It would just be later in life and that was ok in her book.
The blonde's gaze continued to sweep across the table's until chocolate brown eyes caught her green in a vice grip. The blondes breath was stolen from her.
Dark eyes, brown shiny velvet looking hair and bronze tan skin made her knees go weak and she was sitting.
Quinn had never seen the woman before and she's been stuck in this town her entire life.
She would have noticed if she had because the woman looked completely out of place in the restaurant for some reason.
Quinn felt the woman's stare all over. Her skin raised in goosebumps as she felt a phantom caress on her cheek.
"Q! Q!"
Quinn's head snapped in the direction she was called.
"Huh?"
"I said after this, we're headed to the bar. Are you ok with coming? Puck already agreed." Santana said.
Quinn's eyes went back to the table behind her and furrowed her brow in confusion. The brunette woman was gone.
"Hello? Earth to Q." Santana tried again.
"Oh uh.. I don't know, San. I don't drink and Beth will be home alone."
"She'll be fine. She's sixteen." Puck cut in.
"Yes, she is but we also live in one of the worst neighborhoods in Lima, Puck. It wouldn't be safe to leave her home alone at night." Quinn argued.
She couldn't believe her husband. They had been robbed six times already and she would move if she could but they couldn't afford it.
She thanked all that is holy that she never got pregnant by him again.
She can't even tell you the last time they had been intimate, it had been that long.
They didn't even kiss anymore and the one time she tried to initiate one, he turned his head to where her lips met his cheek.
After that she never tried again because being rejected by someone who didn't matter stung but being rejected by your own husband spoke volumes.
Over time she'd realized that he was cheating. All the signs had been popping up.
Lipstick stains on his collar, hickey's he tried to pass off as bruises.
He'd come home from work smelling fresh as a daisy like he just stepped out of a shower.
Instead of being sweaty and dirty like he should have been after working construction in the scorching sun all day.
Their sheets smelling like a perfume she would never use. So she knew.
She'd known for years now but never actually has caught him in the act.
She's even sure she knows who his conquests have been. Because either she gets laughed at, at work by Casey the 20 year old cashier girl and her friends when she catches them watching her or the older cougars who sneer at her when she passes them in the street.
Casey had asked once if Quinn actually knew how to satisfy her man? Than again laughed with her friends or Megan who comes in for the same type of beer that only their market sells.
That just so happens to be Pucks favorite beer. Every Sunday that Quinn has to work a double the woman comes in with an attitude and a sneer specifically for Quinn and no one else. The list goes on.
"Look, how about this. Call Beth, tell her to meet us here. I'll call my mom to pick her up since she's already watching Brandon. She'll be safe with my parents. Come on, Q. You need a night out to enjoy yourself." Santana suggested softly. A stark contrast to who she use to be.
Quinn took a moment to think about.
On one hand Santana was right she desparately needed a night out of carefree fun.
On the other hand she felt wrong for going out dancing when her daughter would be with people who didn't ask to be responsible for a teenager.
"Come on, Quinn, it'll be alright. I swear." Britney spoke up sweetly.
Quinn didn't know then but that suggestion is what ultimately saved Beth's life.
Because that night would be the change of the world.
By bringing Beth to them meant Beth wouldn't be home alone when everything happens.
Which means she wouldn't be out at night running to Breadstix to find her mother but instead of finding her mother, she'd be caught than killed on the way.
"Alright." Quinn relented as she pulled out her phone to dial her daughter's cell phone.
"Yes! You won't regret this, I swear." Santana assured with happiness.
She missed Quinn beyond the shorter blonde's understanding.
She was family to Santana and Britney and it made the couple sad to see where the blonde ended up in life.
They never said it but they prayed for a call to come from Quinn telling them that she had finally left Puck and was ready to start a new life with just she and Beth.
Santana and Britney would have done everything humanly possible to help the blonde get on her feet.
"Beth, honey, where are you right now?"
"I just left the library. I had to print out my paper for English. I'm heading home now. Are you still at your reunion?"
"Yes, we are. Can you come to Breadstix? Your aunt San's parents are going to keep you at their house for a little while. I don't feel right staying out late with you home alone."
"I'll be fine, mom. Enjoy your night of freedom." Beth said with an eyeroll and chuckle.
"You say you'll be fine but I won't be. Come on, do it for me. I can't have fun or do anything remotely happy if I know your not safe. Please?"
"Fine." Beth replied in faux exasperation.
"Thank you, sweetie. I'll see you soon. I love you."
"See you soon. I love you, too."
The two hung up.
"Well?"
"She's on her way."
"Awesome. I can't remember the last time I saw my god daughter." Santana said with glee.
"Two years ago just before your tour and move to London." Quinn replied.
Santana's eyes softened. The move had been work related because she kept getting more offers overseas than the U.S. and didn't want to keep leaving her family in the states.
They finally agreed that it would be best to move overseas.
It was a difficult decision but it seemed like the only way.
They didn't get to see their families as often anymore. Especially, Quinn and Beth.
Britney was an only child and her parents were tripping on some high since she was in her mother's womb.
So her relationship with them was practically non existent but Santana's parents welcomed the blonde with open arms and treated her as if she were their daughter.
To them they were her parents before the two were even married.
"My parents are on their way. Wait until you see Brandon, Q. He has gotten so tall." Santana said with a adoring smile as she gushed about her son.
The tables chatter picked back up but Quinn felt eyes on her as the hairs at the nape of her neck stood up.
Her gaze swept over the restaurant again but she didn't notice anyone looking at her.
Not ten minutes later did a stunning young blonde walk in with a face so reminiscent to her mother it was like looking at a teenage Quinn.
The young blonde's face splitting smile was blinding. Her high pony looking flawless.
Her cheerios uniform standing out and all eyes falling on her as the boys leered and the girls glared in jealousy.
Quinn stood up immediately with that same radiant smile and rushed over to pull her only child into a hug.
Quinn knows she just saw her that morning but a day without her daughter was like a thousand years without light.
Because Beth was her only light that shined in the darkness that is her life.
"Hey, you." Quinn said with a light squeeze and kiss to the shorter blonde's forehead.
"Hold up, is that the head cheerleader gracing us with her presence." Santana said with a teasing tone as she came up behind Quinn.
"Aunt San!" Beth said with a smile hugging the woman just as tightly as she had her mother, doing the same to Britney as she too came over to greet the teenager.
"My god, look how tall and beautiful you are!" Britney gushed. "You look just like your mom."
"Thanks." Beth said with a sparkle in her eyes like she always does when she's told she looks just like her mother.
Quinn is in every definition of the word hero, to Beth.
Beth thinks her mother is the most beautiful woman to ever be created and to be told to look like such a goddess in Beth's mind is the greatest compliment.
Even the boys in her school as well as the male faculty drool over her mother.
Her mother doesn't look a day older than 24 though she's 32.
Quinn had some how still managed to keep her cheerios figure though with a more mature structure to her body, looking like she had never pushed a baby out.
Not to mention how intelligent and eloquent she is. She is so graceful and regal in everything she does.
Beth wanted to be just like her mother when she grew up minus the teen pregnancy and useless husband.
Beth knows if her mother hadn't gotten pregnant with her, she would have been some one so powerful in what ever field she chose as a career.
One time Beth had been looking for a book in her moms large chest full of them and found a box.
She opened it in curiosity but she didn't expect to find what she had stumbled upon.
Pages after pages of acceptance letters from the majority of the top schools in the U.S. and overseas from colleges all welcoming her mother to their university.
Princeton.
Stanford.
UCLA.
Harvard.
Oxford.
Cambridge.
Duke.
Dartmouth.
Melbourne.
Yale.
NYU
Columbia
The list went on.
That night she sat at her dinner table watching her mother serving her father and her dinner.
Her mother was sweaty and just worked a double.
She hadn't slept in 24 hours but there she was making them dinner and serving them.
In that moment Beth's entire view of who she thought her mother was changed.
She had thought her mother had given up on life.
She had thought that she may have been some party animal and got knocked up at party.
She had thought her mother didn't even graduate.
There were no pictures on the wall of her mother graduating, only her dad in his cap and gown with Beth in his arms.
There was no diploma hanging for her mother just her dads diploma.
There wasn't an inkling of who her mother had been other than the ice queen of Mckinely that Sue Sylvester still raves about today.
The only glory moments she has to reference, are the trophy's and pictures of her mother's time as head cheerio in the school glass trophy case. Other than that, that's all she knew.
But than she dug further into that chest and found academic medals, A valedictorian speech, old timetables for all advanced classes.
Her mother's high school diploma.
Glee club photos.
DVDs which she later watched when her parents weren't home of her mother performing on stage during glee club competitions at sectionals, regionals and nationals. As well as all her cheer competitions.
A news paper clipping of a vehicle crash, naming the victim to be her 17 year old mother.
A few pictures of her mother after the accident looking mangled in a hospital bed.
One of her mother in a wheel chair holding Beth up on her legs, when she looked no older than a year and half maybe 2.
Photos of her mother using a cane.
Videos of her mother being recorded by her aunts Santana and Britney as her mother took her first shuffle of steps at physical therapy, as they cheered her on emotionally in the background. Beth was an emotional wreck after watching it. She had hugged her mother tightly when she got home from work.
Her mother's painful entries of her long recovery in her diary from back then. Anguish, sorrow and fear of never walking again were written in deep despair of the possibility.
Than the entries moved on to hope, determination and the will of pushing her body to do what it always has.
Up until her mother performed at nationals with the glee club than went on to win her final cheer championship trophy one last time. Than her mother walked herself across the stage at her high school graduation where she stood up giving her valedictorian speech. That speech had Beth in tears.
After finding all that Beth had been blown away.
Her mother would have been some one, had she not been born.
Her mother could have given her up for adoption, forgot about Beth and lived her life.
But that wouldn't be her mother. Because her mother takes responsibility for all her actions.
Her mother has morals and values.
Her mother who she respected and loved fiercely would never hide from any mistakes.
She was honest to a fault and never apologized for her opinion because she had a right to it.
Her mother was her idol and it saddened Beth to see that by her birth this was all the life her mother could live.
So that's why Beth never misses school.
Never cuts class.
Always has her homework done and ready for school the next day.
Studies her ass off to be sure that when she brought her grades home, they were nothing but a list of A pluses never anything less.
That's why if she does go to any high school parties, she never drinks and always brings her own bottle of water that she refills herself. She always calls her mother to come pick her up at a decent hour so she can be home and in bed by 11:45, No later.
Beth holds onto her virginity with a vice grip and has only dated a total of four boys in her first two years of high school but they didn't last no more then two to three months tops each. It was their own fault, really. When Beth realized they were after just one thing she dropped them immediately.
It's why she worked her ass off to make head cheerio and is already working towards acquiring scholarships because there is no way she'd put that strain on her mother.
Everything she discovered in that chest is why she doesn't fold under any weight and keeps strong and focused. Her mother's almost future had opened her eyes to so many things.
Her mother's derailed path in life taught her that one mistake could change everything you've ever known in an instant.
Beth not only wants to make her mother proud by achieving what her mother had almost achieved.
She's also doing it for herself.
Because in her mind she isn't a Puckerman.
She's a Fabray and Fabray's don't quit.
The blonde was pulled into so many hugs by the former glee club members.
They all remember the day she was born and the two years they got to see her grow before graduation came and every one parted ways.
"Here sweetie, I saved you some of my food." Quinn whispered with a smile as she slid her plate over and Beth smiled.
Her mother knew she was always hungry after studying.
She always gave Beth anything that was hers even if it meant her mother would go without.
"Don't worry about it, Q. We haven't seen our god daughter in two years. Her dinner is on us." Santana whispered and Quinn appreciated it.
"Are you.."
"If you ask me if I'm sure. I'm going to slap you and you know how hard I can slap." Santana cut in.
"Not as hard as me but ok." Quinn shot back seriously before the two began to chuckle at the memories of their high school selves.
Santana's parents arrived just after they ordered Beth's food.
"Oh my god! Look at you, Handsome!" Quinn gushed as Brandon ran over excited at the sight of the blonde.
"Aunt Quinn!" Brandon called out with excited glee.
The blonde scooped him up into a bear hug.
The last time she hugged him was when the family was moving to London.
"Look how big you are!" Quinn said with a smile.
"Yeah, I am!" Brandon replied as he puffed out his chest and flexed his arms to show how strong he was.
Quinn giggled at his antics but the boys excitement hit the roof when he spotted Beth.
"Bethy!"
"Hey, Brandy!"
The boy wiggled out of Quinn's arms and ran to Beth.
Quinn was soon pulled into a hug by Santana's parents who she sees often enough around town.
"Hey, mija. How are you?"
"Good, Maribelle. How are you?"
"Good."
The two women separated than Quinn hugged Mr. Lopez.
"Hey, mija. Good to see you."
"Good to see you, too."
After everyone settled down it was decided that the lopez parents should have dinner with them as well.
The chatter had picked back up at the table as everyone relaxed and enjoyed each other's company.
Everything was going fine until one of the older waitresses came over and leaned down into Puck with her cleavage near his face with a smirk.
"Can I refill your glass for you?" She spoke lowly.
Puck leered salaciously with a smirk. "You can refill my glass anytime." He spoke back just as lowly with Quinn right next to him.
Quinn couldn't believe him. He was at a table with all their former friends and his daughter no less and still thought it was ok.
But Quinn didn't want to ruin every ones good mood so she kept quiet.
Unfortunately, Beth didn't feel the same.
"Really?" Beth scoffed in a hushed tone as she leaned pass her mother to scold her father.
"What?" Puck asked in his own hushed tone as his eyes were still turning back from leering at the waitresses ass.
"Wow." Beth said with a shake of her head in disappointment.
"Look, I'm not going to take any of your pmsing today, alright."
"Your a pig."
"Watch your mouth! I'm your father."
"Yeah, sure you are." Beth replied with attitude.
Their voices began to rise with Beth looking every bit like the fuming former HBIC.
"I'm not kidding, watch your mouth!" Puck gritted out.
"Watch your pecker!" Beth fired back.
"Beth!" Quinn scolded.
"I'm getting really tired of your attitude and smart mouth!" Puck fired loudly gaining the their tables attention.
"Oh yeah? Well, I'm getting really tired of you disrespecting my mother! She's sitting right here and so is every one else and you still have the audacity to flirt with that air ballooned bimbo while your family is here!" Beth fired back.
"Beth, honey calm down, please." Quinn spoke putting a hand on the girls shoulder only for Beth to stand up abruptly and storm to the bathroom in anger.
"Great, thanks Puck for being your sleazeball self." Quinn spoke as she too stood up.
"Are you kidding me?! She's being a brat and disrespecting her father and your mad at me?! Though, I shouldn't be surprised because you always baby her!"
Quinn's face dropped to his with a sneer with the former HBIC persona taking over her form instantly.
"Watch what you say about my daughter because so help me god! She's the only reason your sorry ass is still standing, let alone still around." Quinn growled out before storming after her daughter.
The entire table fell silent as all eyes were on Puck including a few tables in the near vicinity.
"Screw this, I'm going for a smoke." Puck stood aggressively.
"That's it? Your not gonna man up and go after your wife and kid to apologize?" Santana spoke up."Figures your still the piece of crap you've always been."
"Fuck you, Lopez! I don't need to listen to your carpet muncher ass! Your still the school bicycle no matter how old you get!"
"Hey! Watch how you talk to my wife!" Britney stood up fiercely before anyone else could react.
"Oh look at that, the other school bicycle to the rescue. Tell me? Does that make you a tricycle now that your married?"
"You better watch your mouth, pendejo! Those are my daughter's your talking about." Mr. Lopez stood up with fire in his eyes.
"Oh hey, Mr. Lopez I always wanted to tell you great parenting skills. Your girls were a real fun ride." Puck fired back with sarcasm and a thrust of his hips. Throwing a dirty wink disrespectfully at Mr. Lopez.
What happened next was an all out brawl.
Quinn stood behind her daughter in the bathroom as Beth did her best to get her anger under control.
"I'm sorry.." Quinn spoke softly.
Beth's eyes shot up in the mirror in confused anger.
"Sorry? Why are you sorry? Your not the disgusting excuse of a man who I unfortunately share genes with."
"No.. I'm not but I am sorry. I'm sorry that you even have to put up with him every day. I wish I could give you more and take you away from here but I can't. I'm sorry I was selfish and didn't give you up for adoption to a good home and family who could have taken better care of you." Quinn spoke with sadness in her tone but honesty in her eyes.
She really was sorry. Quinn was going to give her daughter up but the moment she held her in her arms she was goner.
There was no way she could have let her go even if you had a gun pointed to her head.
"If you want to talk about who should give the ultimate apology that would be.." Beth replied with sad eyes.
"What?"
"I'm sorry I ruined your life by being born, mom.." Beth whimpered out as she began to cry.
Quinn immediately rushed over pulling her daughter into a bone crushing hug. Doing her best to convey her love.
"Shhh.. Shh.. No sweetie, you didn't ruin my life."
"Yes, I did!" Beth cried.
"Beth, who told you that? Was it your father? I'm going to kill him!" Quinn growled before storming toward the bathroom door but was stopped by Beth's hand on her wrist.
Quinn turned back to her daughter to still see tears but also a trembling smile.
"No one had to tell me."
"So why would you think tha-"
"I found all your acceptance letters from the best schools around the world. All those academic medals and certificates? Mom, you would have had a great life if I hadn't been born.." Beth interrupted softly.
Quinn's features softened than she pulled her daughter into a hug before speaking gently and soft.
"No amount of medals or degrees or any career could ever make my life more perfect than you.. You are my everything, Bethy. Don't ever think that your anything less. I can still go to school and make something of my self. It would just have to be a little later than planned."
"Really? You promise?" Beth whispered in hope and awe of her mother.
The two pulled away from each other and Quinn cupped her daughter's cheek to wipe away the tears.
"I promise with all my heart and one day you'll be at my graduation hooting and hollering like a mad woman just like I will do at yours." Quinn said with a warm smile as she wiped her own tears as well.
Their bubble was popped when Tina barged into the bathroom.
"You guys come quick!"
Beth and Quinn rushed from the bathroom to see Santana's dad and Puck fighting.
"PUCK!" Quinn yelled as she rushed over to try and separate the two men.
Santana was holding a crying Brandon while Finn, Sam and Mike were trying to separate the men.
"Puck, that's enough!" Quinn said grabbing him by his arm.
Finally after some struggle they got the two apart.
"You should be ashamed of yourself!" Maribelle fired as she helped her husband clean his busted lip with a napkin.
Quinn tried to help Puck up but he ripped his arm from her grasp.
"Are you happy now?!" Puck fired at Beth.
"That you got your ass handed to you? Gladly!" Beth taunted back, shocking every one with the amount of disdain falling from her lips.
She looked and sounded just like Quinn back in the day. It was uncanny, really.
"Beth!" Quinn scolded.
"No! I am not going to sit here while this grown child throws a tantrum because he's in his feelings! He was wrong! I was just stating the obvious!" Beth spoke full to the brim with attitude and disgust as she glowered at her father.
"Your a little bitch just like your mother!" Puck fired in anger before he could even feel an inkling of remorse for saying such a thing to his daughter for the first time.
Gasps were heard all around while simultaneously Quinn's hand connected with his face with a firm slap so strong he saw colors explode behind that one eye lid that her palm made contact with.
Quinn was in his face instantly showing a side of herself Beth had never seen.
Her cold cutting eyes shooting through him like they had in high school.
He felt sixteen again and about to be massacred by the HBIC.
"The next time you disrespect my daughter. I will beat the worthless shit out you! You are the one in the wrong here. No one else, because we were all having a good time but you ever the pervert had to be just as disgusting as you always are and now your accusing your sixteen year old daughter of starting this? When she, as she so eloquently phrased it, was pointing out the facts. I was right about you the first time I met you Puckerman. Your a Lima fucking loser, always will be and your pathetic ass latched yourself onto me bringing me down with you but my daughter will never be you! Because she is all of me. She will not be a Lima loser or a sad excuse for a parent and I'm sick of your jealousy that is so obvious because she's going to make something of herself with or without you but really it's always been without you. Because you don't do anything but complain and since your not the grown man your suppose to be and don't have the decency to apologize, I won't ask you to. Now that you ruined every ones evening Beth and I are going to go home now. Please, do us both a favor and don't come home tonight." With that Quinn turned on her heel.
Puck looked properly scolded and angrily embarrassed but was not stupid enough to say anything else when Quinn was in that specific mood.
Lest, she fully castrate him in public. Her words and cold cutting eyes where his first warning.
He knew and understood the difference after years of being together. Anything else was asking for complete annihilation.
Quinn addressed every one at the table with remorse.
"I'm sorry to you all. I wish we could have left things on a better note but Beth and I are leaving now."
You could tell the blonde was doing her best to keep her emotions at bay.
Every one began pulling her and Beth into hugs one at a time.
Just as the two blonde's were getting their things together.
The restaurant door burst open.
"HIDE! EVERY ONE GET DOWN AND HIDE!" The man screamed shutting off the lights as two more people ran in, in chaotic fear.
Quinn wrapped a protective arm around Beth's shoulder. "Get back." She whispered to her daughter.
"What is going on!" Was shouted from some where in the crowd.
In the next instant the ground shook.
The plate ware on the tables along with the cutlery clattered.
Screams and shouts were heard outside the restaurant along with sirens of the ambulance and police.
Quinn grabbed Beth's hand and pulled her toward the bathroom.
The blonde motioned to Santana and Britney to follow.
Santana picked up her crying son trying to calm him down.
Just than a muffled whirring sound could be heard low.
Quinn felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise.
"Mom.." Beth whimpered as she squeezed her mother's hand in fear.
"We.. We should go to the bathrooms. There is only one window."
Santana nodded and the group at the table began to rise and make their way toward the rest rooms and lucky for them, Quinn's suggestion saved several lives.
Just as the entirety of the glee club left their section and began filtering into the rest rooms with Quinn holding open the door for the women to follow.
The table they were sat at, next to one of the many large windows blew and shattered across the table.
People began screaming as the whirring sounds picked up in volume before Quinn's eyes widened in shock at just what jumped through the window.
"Oh shit.." Quinn whispered before shoving Beth the last to enter through the bathroom door than following her in being sure to shut the door behind her.
The group stepped away from the door minus Quinn who kept her body against it just in case.
Screams of pain could be heard along with deep shouts of pleading agony for mercy.
Quinn's mind ran a mile a minute before her head snapped up.
"Santana text the others make sure they all got in the mens room in time. Also tell them to put their phones on silent and do not leave the room until everything dies down and even then we text each other before anyone makes a move." Quinn whispered.
Santana nodded as she handed her weeping son to her wife kissing his head and whispering to him that's going to be ok. Before pulling out her phone and sending a mass text.
After sending the text Santana was about to whisper it was done when Quinn gasped as something impacted the door.
Santana along with Tina, Mike, Beth, Santana's mother and father pressed their bodies against the door to assist in keeping whatever was out there out.
The impact didn't happened again but they stood that way just in case.
Artie and Britney could only watch on. Britney held her son tightly and walked to the last stall to sit on the toilet and try to keep her son quiet. They didn't need whatever it was out there finding them because of her sons cries.