A/N – Hey guys. I'm so sorry about the delay in getting this posted. August was a hectic month for me and I had a couple of big personal changes. One of them is amazing. But the other… we found out my mother's cancer has come back. She has started chemo again and so far everything is going okay. But it was just a busy month I found myself distracted. I do apologize that it took so long to get it out, but have faith in me, please. I am going to keep posting. Both for this story and one-shots. And I haven't forgotten about the sequel to Changed for the Better. And I've got a new story in the works too. I'm doing my best to be quick and quality.
Thank you all so much for your reviews and messages. They mean so much to me. You are all wonderful.
Disclaimer – I don't own Glee.
Marie had been reading a book and nursing a mug of hot tea when her phone rang and Shelby's name appeared on the screen. She marked her place before answering and turned her attention to the phone call. She loved to hear from Shelby, and though it wasn't unusual, she always had to smile when her name popped up at a random time. She certainly didn't expect to hear the younger woman she considered a daughter in tears on the other end of the line.
"Mimi," Shelby cried.
"Shelby, what's wrong?" Mimi asked.
"It's Rachel. She hates me now," Shelby said as her tears continued to fall.
"Shelby, what are you talking about?" Marie asked. "From everything you and Elizabeth have told me, that girl adores you."
"She did," Shelby lamented. "But I don't think she will after tonight."
"What happened?" Marie asked.
"I had to punish her tonight," Shelby explained. "I- I spanked her and afterwards she didn't let me hold her for very long and then she wanted me to leave the room and leave her alone. She hates me!"
Shelby's crying intensified as she replayed it over in her mind. Marie smirked and rolled her eyes good naturedly. The dramatic child she'd known was making an appearance right now.
"Sweetheart, she doesn't hate you," Marie tried to soothe.
"She does," Shelby insisted. "She wouldn't even look at me."
"That doesn't mean she hates you," Marie said. "She's upset and probably embarrassed and no doubt pouting. Those are all normal reactions."
"But what if she wakes up tomorrow morning and doesn't want to talk to me or have anything to do with me?" Shelby asked.
"Then you tell her you love her and send her off to school," Marie answered.
"Mimi, I'm being serious," Shelby said with a pout of her own.
"I am too," Marie told her. "She may be mad in the morning and she may want to give you the silent treatment, but she's a fifteen-year-old girl and I'm sorry to say that sometimes that just comes with the territory. But it doesn't mean she hates you and it doesn't mean you weren't right to punish her."
"I know I was right to punish her," Shelby said and wiped at her eyes. "But are you sure she won't hate me?"
"Yes, I'm sure," Marie said. She wanted to laugh, but knew she shouldn't. How soon Shelby forgot the times she had declared that she was never talking to her Mimi again. "Now, tell me what happened."
Shelby launched into the story and her tears started to subside as she told it. She knew she was right to punish Rachel and the girl really did deserve it. Telling Marie about it only helped to affirm that in her mind. But she also felt her heart ache when she told how Rachel wouldn't look at her when she was leaving the room.
"I told her she was grounded too," Shelby said. "For the rest of the week."
"Why?" Marie asked. She didn't disagree, but she was interested to hear Shelby's thoughts on it.
"I don't know," Shelby answered honestly. "I just… It seemed like after everything she did, she shouldn't be allowed out with friends or anything like that. Maybe I just wanted to make sure she'd stay here with me."
"Make sure she understands that she's forgiven and that you're not angry," Marie said.
"Of course I will. She doesn't really have many friends that she goes out with anyway," Shelby added thoughtfully. "I've only ever really sent her to her room before."
"Shelby, punishment is all about what the child can learn from it," Marie said. "Yes, it needs to be unpleasant and a deterrent, but it also has to teach them something. What does being grounded teach her?"
"It teaches her that I'm serious about her punishment and I'm not letting her get away with it," Shelby said. "She did something very serious and I want that to truly sink in. I think it has with the spanking, but this will give her time to really think about it. If she's stuck here with me, even if she's mad at me, she will be forced to take a deeper look at what she did and why it was serious."
Marie smiled and said, "That's what a grounding is for. Giving up her free time will just help to her to understand that her actions have consequences. You did the right thing, Shelby."
"Thank you, Mimi," Shelby said. Her tears were gone now and the confidence she felt with her earlier decisions were back. She was the parent here and she punished her deserving child. As Hiram and LeRoy kept telling her, she couldn't walk on eggshells around Rachel all the time. And though she knew she had been getting a lot better before, this incident took it to a whole new level. Punishing Rachel would probably never be easy, but having confidence in herself made it better.
"You're welcome, honey," Marie said.
"I'm sorry to have called so late," Shelby apologized.
"Nonsense," Marie said. "You know you can call me at any time."
"I know," Shelby smiled. That knowledge had always been a comfort to her, especially in her younger days when she was alone and scared after arriving in New York City.
"I can't wait to meet your little girl. I still can't believe you kept that secret for so long," Marie scolded.
"I know, Mimi, I'm sorry," Shelby said. She'd had this conversation quite a few times with Marie since the news broke.
"I know, sweetie," Marie said. "I will stop bringing it up. But you've got to introduce us soon."
"I plan on bringing her to Indiana during the summer after school lets out and I'm finished with the show," Shelby assured her. "I'm hoping we can stay with either you or Elizabeth."
"Of course you can," Marie said. "I think we were all planning to come to New York for your final show so we can meet her there before you come here."
Shelby smiled widely. She'd been meaning to talk to them about that. Marie and Elizabeth had been at every opening she'd ever had.
"I love you, Mimi," Shelby said.
"I love you too, sweet girl," Marie said. "Now stop worrying about Rachel hating you. I promise you she doesn't."
"Thank you. For everything," Shelby said.
"Don't mention it," Marie said.
Shelby felt worlds better after their conversation ended. She got the assurance from Marie that she needed and she felt a weight lift. She had done the right thing and Rachel wouldn't hate her. She checked her watch and realized that it was almost midnight and that she needed to get to bed. Rachel got up at six and Shelby would be up before then.
Shelby climbed the stairs and paused for a second outside of Rachel's bedroom. She listened for any type of movement or noise and then cracked the door slightly. Rachel was sound asleep in her bed. She was on her stomach with the blankets pushed aside and one arm hanging over the side of her bed.
Shelby crossed the room to Rachel's bed and leaned down and kissed her head. Shelby could see a faint trace of the tears Rachel had cried earlier and she gently kissed her cheek. She put Rachel's arm back so it could rest comfortably on the bed and then covered the girl with her blankets. Rachel stirred and curled herself in a ball and scrunched her face cutely, much to her mother's amusement.
"I love you, baby girl," Shelby whispered and kissed her head again before leaving the room. It was time to go to bed and face tomorrow, no matter what they may bring.
The sun was shining far too early for Rachel's liking and she shut her eyes tightly in a way to try and block it out. When that didn't work, she squinted one eye open and looked over at her clock. Maybe she still had some time to sleep. She sighed again when she saw the reading of 5:58. It figures she'd wake up two minutes before her alarm was supposed to go off. Yesterday had been the longest day ever and she wanted nothing more than to get to sleep in for a little while longer. She couldn't believe she was grounded for the rest of the week. That sucked!
Rachel reached out and turned her alarm off before it could ring and then rolled over and immediately felt the dull leftover ache from her punishment the night before. Yeah, that sucked too. It wasn't the first spanking she'd ever received, but she certainly hoped it was the last. Part of her was still in shock that her mother had actually done it despite the threats she'd been given. Her mom was not the pushover she'd been in the beginning and Rachel now had a healthy respect for the woman's warnings.
Rachel hadn't even thought to be embarrassed about it until her mom was holding her after the fact. Shelby was her idol, sure, but that had worn off into just mom over the last couple of months and Rachel saw the woman as her parent and not a star. That was epically true when they were in Ohio in her own house. And it wasn't even the fact that her bare bottom had been on display; she'd grown embarrassed over the fact that she'd gotten in trouble at all. All that time trying to prove how grown up she was and all she'd done was show that she was still a kid. And now she was wrestling with what was better, being grown up or being a kid and getting to be mothered. Why couldn't she have both? She hated to admit it, but there were still times she felt like a little kid and that annoyed her to no end. Except when it suited her, of course. She suddenly felt she deserved a lot more credit for working out this teenager stuff because none of it was easy.
Forty-five minutes later Rachel made her way downstairs after getting ready for the day. Shelby was already there and was making toast for Rachel. She was a jumble of nerves, but she was doing her best not to let it show. Rachel, however, was well practiced in dealing with the morning after a spanking. If Shelby knew how little Rachel was concerning herself with the punishment she'd receive at her mother's hand the night before, she'd calm down immensely. Rachel was ready to move forward and let this whole thing be forgotten. A spanking at bedtime was not a brand new occurrence for her and so neither was the morning after.
"Morning," Rachel mumbled as she poured herself a glass of orange juice.
"Good morning, Rach," Shelby greeted with a smile. She was glad Rachel was talking to her. "This is almost done."
"Thanks," Rachel said.
"Do you want me to pick you up from school?" Shelby asked. "Or would you rather walk?"
"I can walk," Rachel answered. "The weather is warming up a lot now."
"Okay, but if you change your mind just give me a call," Shelby said.
"But I thought-" Rachel stopped herself suddenly and took a sip of her juice. If her mother didn't remember that she was grounded, she wasn't about to remind her.
"You're still grounded," Shelby said knowingly and smiled when Rachel's shoulders slumped. "But for this time all that means is that you're stuck in the house with me. If you had any plans with friends for the rest of the week, you need to cancel them because you're not going."
"Oh," Rachel said evenly. She didn't want to seem too happy about that. That was an easy grounding. She didn't have any plans anyway.
"You can help me with some chores around the house," Shelby said.
"Oh," Rachel was a bit more disappointed this time.
"It'll give us a chance to talk," Shelby told her as she put the plate of toast in front of her daughter and then kissed her head. "How are you feeling?" Shelby gently picked up the girl's hand and inspected the bandage. It would need to come off later that day or tomorrow.
"Fine," Rachel answered and then cursed herself for blushing. "Still sore," she admitted after a moment. She looked at her mother with a pout in a hope to gain some sympathy points.
"Good," Shelby said with a smile at Rachel's reactions. "Let's not have a repeat of that, okay?"
"Yes ma'am," Rachel said.
"Good girl. Now eat up."
Rachel took a bite and Shelby went back to make her own toast and she couldn't help the smile that played on her lips. Rachel didn't hate her. She took out her phone and sent off a quick text message to Marie to let her know she'd been right. Marie smiled when she read it a few minutes later. She replied with a gentle and teasing, "I told you so."
Shelby dropped Rachel off at school a little while later and Kurt found the girl by her locker.
"What did you do to your hand?" Kurt asked when he walked up.
"I cut it and had to get stitches," Rachel answered.
"How did you do that?" Kurt questioned.
"It doesn't matter how she did it," Quinn cut in as she and Santana approached the pair. "What matters is that she dragged me into it and got me in trouble."
"I got in trouble too," Rachel argued.
"Good. You deserve to," Quinn said. "Mrs. Lopez lectured me half the night and now I'm grounded at Santana's house."
"You moved in with Santana?" Kurt asked. "I thought you were staying with Puck."
"I was until the hobbit here decided she needed some help," Quinn said. "Now I'm on house arrest for who knows how long."
"A week," Santana chimed in. She was wearing a cheeky grin when Quinn turned and glared at her.
"I'm grounded too," Rachel said. "You don't need to act like a martyr." She was suddenly glad to be grounded too because it allowed her to let Quinn know that she wasn't alone in facing a punishment.
"None of it was my fault," Quinn retorted. "You should have just left me alone."
"You didn't have to agree to come along," Rachel shot back.
"Wait, why are you grounded for cutting your hand and why were you there?" Kurt asked.
"I'm not," Rachel said.
"I wasn't," Quinn spoke over Rachel.
It devolved into both girls trying to tell their side of the story and trying to be heard over the other one. In an odd and rarely seen display of solidarity, Kurt and Santana stood together and watched as the shouting match escalated.
"So Quinn moved in?" Kurt said with a look over at Santana.
"Yeah," Santana answered, meeting his eye. "It's actually a good thing. My mom and dad will look after her."
Kurt was struck by the quietness and sincerity of the statement and turned his full attention to Santana. "That's good."
"Yeah," Santana said.
The yelling between Quinn and Rachel was getting louder and people were staring as they walked by. Quinn wanted to make sure Rachel knew just how much trouble she was in because of her and Rachel was doing her best to make sure Quinn knew that she was just as complicit.
"No one forced you to come and get me!" Rachel yelled.
"You did, you-"
"You never listen to me!"
"And now I know why! You and your stupid ideas always end up causing trouble!"
"My ideas are not stupid!" Rachel shouted.
"Yes they are!" Quinn matched her volume.
"Shut up!" Sue Sylvester yelled above all of them.
Sue had just rounded the corner and was taking long strides towards the girls that were causing a scene. Everyone in the hallway had stopped moving and stared at Sue to see what she would do. She was fun to watch as long as you weren't the person she was focused on. Rachel stood up straight and held her head up while Quinn looked away and let out of a sigh of frustration. She hadn't exactly been on good terms with the coach since she was kicked off the Cheerios.
"Why is it always the Glee club that is causing trouble?" Sue said with a sneer towards the four teens.
"I think if you look at the history of things," Rachel began, "you would note that the Cheerios that you coach have caused a lot more problems in the past. Between the bullying and vicious attacks, a simple argument doesn't seem like that big of a deal. In fact, I would also say that…"
Rachel wisely stopped talking when Sue turned a slow and scary glare on her. Kurt gulped. Santana and Quinn were just happy that Rachel shut up.
"The glee club is a menace," Sue said with an air of finality. Rachel resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Stop clogging up the hallways with your noise."
The four kids nodded and watched as Sue stalked off. Life returned to normal in the hallway and the other students lost interest now that no one was yelling or getting in trouble.
"Never ask me for help again," Quinn said and turned and walked away with Santana at her side.
"I wouldn't dream of it," Rachel yelled after her. She took a breath and huffed in annoyance before looking over at Kurt. "It's a long story."
Rachel and Quinn avoided each other at all costs the rest of the day and stayed as far away from each other during the glee rehearsal after school. That actually wasn't very difficult because they were working on a new dance routine and Quinn claimed to not be feeling well and sat off to the side for most of it. Rachel had a few sarcastic comments run through her mind, but even she had to admit that Quinn looked to be sick as she sat in a chair and gently cradled her ever growing belly.
Rachel left all thoughts of Quinn behind as she walked home. The last thing she wanted to be was grounded, but she was not going to complain about the easy nature of it. She had expected her phone and the TV and everything else to be taken, but all she had to do was stay home with her mom. That was easy. She had planned to do that anyway. She may have gotten her bottom tanned, but at least the grounding was easy. If Rachel didn't know differently, she would have assumed that her mother had been handing out that punishment all her life. Shelby had been no slouch and it had gotten through to Rachel in more ways than one. Like her mother said that morning; she did not want a repeat of it.
"Hey, Mom," Rachel yelled when she entered the house.
"In here," Shelby called back from the living room. "How was your day?"
"Same as always," Rachel said as she plopped down next to her mother on the couch. She leaned her head on the woman's shoulder and yawned. Shelby was dressed in sweats and her hair was thrown up in a loose ponytail and it looked like she'd had a much more relaxing day than her daughter.
"Tired?" Shelby asked.
"Not really," Rachel fibbed.
"Did your hand give you any problems today?"
"No," Rachel said. "It doesn't even really hurt anymore. I am ready to relax though."
"You can relax in a little bit," Shelby said. "But you've got to help me do some chores first."
"Mom," Rachel whined.
"Your dads called too. They want you to call them," Shelby told her.
"Are they mad?" Rachel asked.
Shelby kissed her head and said, "No. But they still want to talk to you."
"Can't it wait until Friday when they get home?"
"Nope. Go upstairs and change your clothes and call them and then meet me back down here," Shelby instructed.
Rachel let out a long sigh of the tormented and got herself up from the couch and headed for the stairs. Shelby just smiled at her dramatics and went back to the show she'd been watching.
When Rachel returned half an hour later, she was changed into sweats like her mother and had spoken with her fathers. They asked how she was doing and offered their own lecture on her actions, but left it at that. They told her they knew she'd been punished and that was the end of it. But if she ever pulled anything like that again… She understood and promised she wouldn't. She was looking forward to seeing them on Friday.
"Okay, young lady, come with me please," Shelby said when Rachel made her way downstairs.
"Where are we going?" Rachel asked as she followed behind her mother.
"To the basement," Shelby answered.
"Why?" Rachel stopped short at that and stayed where she was.
Shelby turned around and looked at Rachel and smiled. "Because you have a shelf to fix."
"I don't know how to fix this," Rachel said when they were in the basement and looking up at the shelf that had come loose.
"I'm going to show you," Shelby said.
"How do you know how to fix it?" Rachel asked incredulously.
"I know how to do a lot of things," Shelby told her. "I lived in some pretty crappy apartments before I made it on Broadway. I'm pretty handy."
"So why do I have to do it?" Rachel asked.
"Do I even need to answer that question," Shelby said in a warning tone.
"No," Rachel sulked.
Shelby had her up on a step ladder in no time and was showing her where and how they were going to add some supports to the shelf. She took care with Rachel's hand and helped her daughter hammer in the new joists.
"I wish they would just put things on lower shelves so I could reach them," Rachel commented while they worked.
"You should talk to them about that," Shelby said. "But you also need to learn patience."
"No one thinks I can handle anything," Rachel pouted.
"That's not true," Shelby told her. "But actions like yesterday do not help your case at all. You're trying too hard to be what you aren't. You don't need to grow up so fast. Being a kid is a precious time that you can't ever get back."
"But I'm not a kid," Rachel argued.
"But you are," Shelby countered. "Being a teenager is rough, I know. But being a kid around your parents is not. We don't want an adult Rachel yet. We want you as you are right now. You don't need to prove anything to us."
"You guys aren't ever going to trust me again," Rachel said. There were sudden tears in her eyes and she tried to wipe them away.
"Hey," Shelby said kindly and turned Rachel on the step stool so the girl was looking at her. Rachel, for once, had the height advantage because Shelby was still on the ground. "Yes we are. I promise. You made some bad choices and those choices come with consequences. A few you've already dealt with, but there are more to come. Trust is earned and you will earn it back. You're already well on your way to doing so. These are the real ways you become and adult, Rach. You learn and grow and make mistakes and learn some more. And the way you earn that trust back is to prove through your actions that you've learned the lessons from this experience."
"I won't make any mistakes again," Rachel said emphatically. "I promise."
"Aww, baby, of course you will," Shelby told her. She put her hands on Rachel's waist and patted her side. "And that's ok. Listen to me. No one expects you to be perfect. No one. It's not possible for anyone. You are a good girl. You are smart and kind and I love you more than you could possibly imagine."
"I'm sorry I got in trouble," Rachel cried.
"Come here," Shelby cooed and pulled Rachel to her. She held her tightly and rubbed her back and kissed her head. When she had called Hiram and LeRoy this morning and told them everything that had happened, they warned her to expect a repentant Rachel at some point. They knew their girl, and they knew she wouldn't go a whole day without having a good cry over the ordeal. She needed Shelby's reassurance and the mother was all too willing to give it to her.
After the tears had stopped, the two worked together to finish the shelves and, at Shelby's instruction, Rachel carried the wrench she'd gotten the day before up to the kitchen.
"Now, I'm going to show you how to tighten that pipe," Shelby said. "I talked to your dads and they thought they had fixed it once but left the bowl under it just in case while they were gone. They didn't think you'd even notice. But since you did, we're going to tighten it up and then let your dads call a plumber when they get home."
"You really do know how to do everything, don't you?" Rachel asked in awe as she squatted down and watched Shelby work under the sink.
"I'm not good at roof work," Shelby quipped. "Get in here and watch."
By Friday, Rachel was no longer wearing a large bandage on her hand, but still had it wrapped lightly to protect the stiches. She could use it much more now and things like holding pencils or cups were no longer hard. Her fathers would be home that night and Shelby said they would all be going back to the doctor in the morning to get the stiches out. Rachel couldn't wait.
"Kurt," Rachel called out as she approached her friend at his locker.
"I'm not late for glee; I'm on my way," Kurt said.
"I didn't say that you were," Rachel said defensively. "Even though the final bell rang ten minutes ago and we really should be heading that way instead of still at your locker, but that's not why I wanted to talk to you."
Kurt rolled his eyes and looked at Rachel expectantly.
"My mom and I were talking last night and we want to invite you and your dad to New York in May to see her final performance of Wounded Heart," Rachel told him.
"Really?" Kurt practically squealed.
"Yeah. Actually I'm going a few days before that so if you come too you can see it multiple times," Rachel added. "And we could tour around the city."
"That sounds amazing!" Kurt gushed. "Yes, of course, I want to go. I will talk to my dad about it tonight."
"I really hope you can come," Rachel said. "It's going to be awesome."
"You two, come with me."
The kids looked up to see Sue Sylvester motioning for them to follow her.
"Coach Sylvester, with all due respect, we have to get to glee practice," Rachel said.
"Don't care," Sue said. "Come on."
Kurt and Rachel shared a glance and then reluctantly followed after the coach. When they turned a corner they saw Quinn and Santana headed towards the choir room.
"Santana, Preggers, follow me," Sue ordered.
"We have glee," Quinn said.
"Don't care," Sue said. "I need help and you four are just the people to do it."
The foursome followed Sue into one of the many Cheerios spaces and Rachel couldn't help but gape at the many trophies that were on display.
"It's high time I had my trophies polished again and since you all insist on making scenes in the hallway and polluting the school with your singing, I figured it's time you gave back a little," Sue said. "I want all of these trophies shining. I'll tell Mr. Schuester not to be expecting you today since you'll actually be doing something worthwhile."
"You can't just force us to polish your trophies," Rachel sassed. "I refuse."
"You'll polish them all and they will shine like the top of the Chrysler Building," Sue said. "It would be a shame if four of Will's students suddenly became ineligible for glee because of fighting."
"We weren't fighting," Quinn said.
"That's not how I remember it," Sue said as she turned and left the room.
"This is ridiculous," Rachel said. "She can't do anything to us."
"She's Sue Sylvester," Santana said. "She can do anything she wants."
"I'm going to go and talk to Principal Figgins," Rachel declared and strode out of the room.
She didn't get very far because just as she left the room, she saw Sue walk by with her arm around Figgins' shoulders.
"I've heard rumors that Will has knowledge of his students fighting and refuses to report it," Sue said to the man. She turned and gave Rachel an evil smile as they walked by.
Rachel huffed and stormed back into the room. "That woman is crazy. I don't know how you two ever put up with her."
"You learn to deal," Santana shrugged. "Let's just do this so we can get out of here."
An hour later they were still polishing trophies and they were each getting more and more fed up.
"This is your fault, Rachel," Quinn said. She threw her rag to the ground and sat back in her chair.
"I know. You've said so about a thousand times already," Rachel said. "Maybe if you shut up and helped more we could be finished."
"I've done more than you," Quinn said. "You keep using your stiches as an excuse to pass the work off to us."
"Well I can't very well get polish on my stiches can I?" Rachel said.
"There's a bandage on your hand, doofus," Quinn shot back.
"Guys, please shut up," Kurt said. He'd had enough of their arguing.
"I will not shut-"
Quinn stopped talking suddenly and grabbed her stomach as a wave of pain shot through her middle.
"Will no shut what?" Rachel asked sarcastically as she looked down at her work. "Up? We know. Quinn?"
Rachel had looked up to see Quinn holding her stomach with her mouth open in what appeared to be pain as well as shock. Kurt and Santana looked up as well and all three stared at Quinn.
"Quinn?" Rachel asked again. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" Rachel's voice was gentle and caring and there was no trace of the sarcasm that was there a second ago.
"Quinn?" Santana asked when her friend didn't answer.
"Something's wrong," Quinn said. "I think I'm in labor."
"Well… that's natural, right?" Kurt asked. He wasn't being sarcastic.
"It's too soon," Quinn said. "I'm not due for another month."
"Come on, we gotta get to the hospital," Santana said with urgency. "My car is out front."
The three other kids hovered around Quinn as they led her from the building. She was moving slow and holding her stomach. They put her in the front of Santana's car and Rachel got in the back behind her while Kurt took the other side.
"Owww, god!" Quinn said as another contraction hit her. "Hurry up."
"Here, hold my hand," Rachel said. She offered up her left, and uninjured hand, and Quinn immediately grasped onto it. Hard.
"Ahhh," Rachel said quietly and squeezed her eyes shut and leaned forward as Quinn squeezed her hand. If Rachel had known the strength of that grasp she might not have offered her hand up so quickly.
Santana put the car in gear and took off while simultaneously pulling out her phone and calling her mother. Kurt and Rachel were also dialing their parents.
"Mom! Ow!," Rachel said when Shelby picked up.
"Rachel? What's the matter?" Shelby asked.
"I need you to meet us at the hospital," Rachel said. "Ahh, Quinn!" She half believed Quinn might break her hand. Quinn was not concerned with Rachel's pain at the moment.
"Oh my god, what's the matter? What's happened?" Shelby asked.
Quinn looked around at her friends who were all talking to their respective parents and felt a pang in her chest. She wished she had a parent she could be frantically calling right now. That's when another thought occurred to her.
"Someone needs to call Puck," Quinn said. Santana looked over at her and nodded, but continued on with talking to Maribel.
"It's not me," Rachel said to Shelby. "It's Quinn; she's in labor."
A/N – That's all for this chapter. I really hoped you guys liked it. Please leave me a review and let me know what you thought. I could use it. I can't tell you all how much I appreciate you. Thanks!
