Most of the Glee club was having a small reunion around the piano, talking about who was going to be Mr. Schue's replacement after a whole deal with mattresses and show choir rules. Then Rachel barged in wanting to find information that would back her theory up.

"Hey, guys. Did any of you think it was weird the way that Santana rushed to Quinn's aid during rehearsal yesterday?" she asked, leaning against the piano.

Quinn had bumped into Mike and slipped on the floor. Falling hard on her backside. Santana rushed to her side quickly, worried. Finn had also rushed to her.

"You okay? Is the baby okay?" she asked.

"Is it the baby, is it coming?" Finn asked at the same time.

"Are you feeling okay? Are you light-headed?" Santana asked.

"I think we should get hot towels," Finn said, still talking on top of Santana.

"Would you both just shut up!" Quinn said, irritated. "There's like sweat on the floor. I slipped okay, I'm fine." She said, firmly.

Santana and Finn both knew not to keep pressing her on the issue and decided to do as she said. Santana helped her to stand up, and Quinn gave her the littlest smile. What they didn't notice was that Rachel was watching intently from afar.

The teenagers looked around, suspicious as to why Rachel was asking. Mercedes was sure not to tell Rachel about the gossip she heard from Puck. If Rachel knew, then Finn would know, and even if Mercedes thought that what Quinn and Santana were doing was wrong, she wasn't going to out the issue. Especially because it meant outing Santana's secret, that was really not her place.

"No." Mercedes said.

"I mean, she likes her. I me- they're friends. We all know that." Artie said with an uncomfortable laugh.

"Yeah, but it seemed like more than that. I've never told you guys this before, but I'm a little psychic. I can't read minds or anything yet but I do have a sixth sense." Rachel said. The rest of them looked at her like she was crazy, and she clearly was. "Something is definitely going on there."

"Uh, we gotta go." Mercedes said. And all of them made their way out the door.

"It's nothing to be scared of. It's not like Carrie or anything." Rachel called out after them.

As worried as the Glee kids were, none of them thought to warn the girls about Rachel. Quinn was by her locker, writing some stuff on her notebook, when Rachel approached her and immediately started talking.

"Hey. I know it's not my place but have you had your doctor run the full genetic test panel on your unborn child?" Rachel asked. Quinn just looked at her with a frown on her face. She closed her notebook and gave Rachel her full attention, seeing as it was something about her baby. "I only ask because my cousin Leon and his wife got pregnant and then they found out that his wife was a carrier for Tay-Sachs."

"What's that?" Quinn asked, now worried.

"It's a genetic disorder. Pretty terrible from what I understand. If one of the parents is a carrier, then there's like a 50 percent chance that the child has it. Or something like that." Rachel finished, but then saw the terrified look on Quinn's face. "No. Leon's- Leon's baby was fine. It was still pretty scary though."

Quinn closed her locker door. "My doctor never mentioned that." Quinn was growing extremely worried now.

"You know- I'm such an idiot. They would only run it if one of the parents was Latino. Yeah. Only Latinos carry the gene."

"Oh."

"Okay, I'll see you in rehearsal." Rachel said, walking off.

"You have to take me to get those Latino baby tests." Quinn said to Santana later in Glee club. She had pulled the latina away from everyone to be able to talk to her without the rest of them listening in on their conversation.

"What?" Santana asked, extremely confused

"It's called Tay something. I don't know. I need you to take me." Quinn said.

"For the life of me, I can't figure out if you're being racist or you're actually worried." Santana said with a frown on her face. She was kind of offended.

"I'm actually worried, Santana. What if the baby has it?" Quinn said, now irritated.

"Are you talking about Tay-Sachs?" Santana asked, and Quinn nodded. "Yeah, that's for Jewish people. I'm not Jewish, and neither are you. Who told you this bullshit?"

"Rachel," the blonde said in a small voice.

Santana looked at the rest of the room to look for the small brunette. She found her not that far away from them, clearly eavesdropping. Gears started turning in Santana's head. This had to be some kind of plan Rachel had. Why else would she tell Quinn that? Should she tell Quinn? She didn't want to stress her more. She decided to stay silent for the moment, and glared at Rachel as threatening as she could.

Clearly glaring at Rachel was not the way to keep her silent. Santana had been waiting for Mr. Schue to appear in glee, later that same day. While waiting she had been talking to the rest of the members. What she had not been expecting was Finn walking in angrily and punching her in the face. She fell right to the floor. Finn immediately straddled her and kept on punching her face. She did her best to cover her face, but the first punch left her dumbfounded. Nobody seemed to be doing anything to stop it, all overcome by shock. Santana was having a hard time protecting herself. She was very small in comparison to Finn. She could hear Quinn's cries from the background. Then, her salvation came with Mr. Schue finally appearing. He rushed over to get Finn away from Santana.

"Hey, come on! Come on! Get off! Knock it off!" He screamed at Finn, doing his best to push him away, needing help from Mike and Matt to retain him. They had gotten over the shock as soon as the teacher started screaming. "Get off her! Get off!" he continued screaming angrily.

Santana got up with Kurt and Mercedes' help. She was dizzy, and was clearly having a problem with standing on her own. When offered help she just shrugged them off and tried to appear tough. She had a cut on her eyebrow and a little bit of blood was on her lip.

"Tell the truth!" Finn yelled, struggling against the guys holding him back.

"Asshole just walked in and sucker-punched me!" Santana screamed back.

"Don't play dumb! You're too freaking dumb to play dumb!" He continued screaming. He looked like a madman, screaming nonsense and trying to break free. He tried harder to break from the grasp.

"Come on!" Mr. Schue made another attempt to calm him down.

"Who told you this, Finn?" Quinn asked, clearly emotionally affected by the scene in front of her.

"Obviously, it was Rachel," Kurt supplied.

"What? I didn't do anything," Rachel tried to look innocent. Santana glared at her, knowing it was her.

"Yeah, it was Rachel. But I wanna hear it from you, I wanna hear it from both of you," Finn said, now calmer, but still clearly mad.

"Finn, just calm down!" Mr. Schue said, making sure he kept his distance from Santana.

"No! They're both lying to me!" he continued his outburst. "Is it true? Just tell me, is it true?" He asked finally, looking directly at Quinn.

Quinn took a step closer to him, and therefore to Santana. Santana was right in between the both of them. Quinn kept getting closer to Finn until she was only a foot away, leaving Santana behind. "Yes," she let out in a teary whisper. "Santana is the father," she confirmed. When Quinn said father, Santana visibly recoiled.

Finn looked broken at the answer he received. He looked at Quinn, "So all that stuff in the hot tub- You just made that up?" He asked.

"You were stupid enough to buy it!" Santana shouted at him.

At Santana's remark, Finn got enraged again. Finn made an attempt to go after her, but was stopped by Mr. Schue, "Hey, hey, hey." He said while pushing Finn back.

"I am so sorry," Quinn cried at Finn.

"Screw this. I'm done with you!" Finn pointed to Quinn's face. "I'm done with all of you!" Now gesturing to the room. As he stormed out, he kicked a chair that was in his way. The clattering of the chair on the floor and Quinn's sobs were the only sounds in the room.

After the whole scene in Glee, Quinn was sitting on a bench in the hallway. She had just managed to calm down, able to not have a panic attack. She was rubbing soothing circles over her baby bump while she stared at nothing. Then Rachel appeared to try and apologize to her. Quinn managed to make her go away quickly. Santana was just making her way over to Quinn at the same time Rachel was leaving. When Rachel saw the damage to Santana's face, she felt like she had more apologizing to do. She tried to speak, but Santana just held her hand up in sign for her to shut up and glared at her. Santana continued to make her way towards Quinn. With a sigh, she sat down next to Quinn.

"Hey," Santana said calmly. "I know you're upset now, but I wanna be with you. And I'm gonna do everything I can to be a good mom to our baby."

"Thanks, but I honestly can't handle any more stress in my life right now." Quinn said tearily. "I need some time." Santana nodded, understanding.

"I just wanna be here for you," the brunette said. "Are you okay?" Santana knew it was a stupid question, but she was extremely worried.

"Am I okay? Santana, have you seen your face?" Quinn asked her. Santana had in fact not seen her face, and was now worried.

"Is it that bad?" Santana asked, frowning. She realized it was very bad indeed when making any kind of expression hurt her face. Quinn brought her hands to caress Santana's face. It hurt, but she didn't want Quinn to pull away.

"I'm so sorry," Quinn said with a sob.

"I'm okay, I promise. It doesn't hurt that bad, and it's going to heal," Santana said, putting her hands over Quinn's.

Quinn didn't stop crying for a while, Santana moved to hug her, but Quinn stopped her. The blonde knew that if the latina got any closer she would break down in sobs, and she didn't want that to happen at school. Santana knew she needed a break from everything.

"My parents are coming to pick me up to take me to the hospital. You can come with me if you want, or you can take my car home." Santana offered. Quinn didn't miss how Santana had called it home. It made her feel like it was their home. The thought made her chest feel tighter and her heart warmer.

"I wanna go with you," Quinn said, sniffling.

They both got up from their seats and walked to the door, hand in hand.

The next day, Quinn and Santana were on a bus to sectionals. Finn had not shown up, and Jacob Ben Israel was there to replace him. They were both sitting at the end of the bus. Santana had her arm over Quinn's shoulders, and Quinn was lying her head on the brunette's shoulder. Santana's face looked worse than the day before, and she was high on painkillers. They had both talked and cried the night before, but in the end felt closer to each other. Since coming home from the hospital, Quinn wouldn't leave Santana's side, wanting to be close to her and make sure she was alright. Quinn was going to stay at Santana's house from now on. She still had to look for her stuff at Finn's house, but that could wait.

Santana was feeling highly uncomfortable knowing everyone was looking at them. She noticed a lot of the members of the club looking at her crotch, which made her self-conscious. She didn't know if all of the school knew by now, but if they didn't, they would know by the end of the week. Santana knew that would lead to trouble with Quinn. Knowing the blonde was highly religious, there was meant to be a freak-out about having a baby with another woman. She couldn't believe Quinn wasn't already freaking out about the fact that the whole Glee club was looking at them while they were basically cuddling and Quinn was wearing Santana's clothes.

Santana was highly thankful that Finn had decided not to show. She had to admit, she was kinda scared of him. He was much taller than her, and had beat the shit out of her. She knew if he hadn't caught her off guard she could've landed a punch or two. Last night she had asked Quinn to stay away from him. Santana didn't want Finn to go anywhere near her baby while he was so pissed. She could understand he was angry, but she had thought hitting a girl was beneath him. Now that she knew he was capable of that, she didn't want Quinn close to him in a five foot radius.

Even being high couldn't take the disappointment away from Santana. They were going to lose. How did this even happen? She couldn't concentrate on what the club was saying, but she knew they were coming up with songs to perform. Then Finn stepped into the room, like a fucking hero, giving directions. He even had the guts to direct her, even after messing her face up. He clearly didn't feel guilty. But Quinn did, she even made an attempt to talk to him. Santana understood, but she was still uncomfortable with it. She didn't like that he got to be the hero after assaulting her, maybe she should let her mom take legal action like she wanted. But that would mean not respecting Quinn's wishes. She wanted him to pay for his actions, she hadn't felt that week for years. She'd talk to Quinn about it, in the end it was her decision and no one else's, it was her face that looked like shit. God, she just wanted to drink or smoke something. Maybe Puck had something for her.

As they were getting on stage, she could see the looks of people upon seeing her face. There was only so much Kurt could fix with makeup. Maybe she would have to get used to people staring at her.

"I fucking hate him," Santana said. She was sitting on her bed cross legged. She and Quinn were sitting there, watching a movie, when suddenly Santana decided to start talking. Quinn looked clearly confused with the sudden words. "Finn, I hate him." She clarified.

"Okay," Quinn said, dragging the word out.

"I know you feel guilty about it, but I want to take legal action," Santana said. Quinn frowned at that, she thought they had agreed not to do anything about it.

"I thought we had agreed to let this go," Quinn said, a little bit frustrated that the issue was coming up again.

"No, you asked me to let this go. But I can't. I mean, look at my face Quinn. I can't even fucking talk without it hurting." She said, getting angrier by the second.

"Santana-" Quinn started to protest, but was cut off.

"No. You're not going to talk me out of this. I haven't felt this defenseless for years. It's like I couldn't do anything, he just treated me like I was one of the fucking guys on the football team, like I could fucking take it. I may have a dick, but I'm a girl. And the fact that you care more about his feelings than mine doesn't make me feel all that great." Santana ranted.

"I know you're a girl, I never saw you as anything different," Quinn said.

"Then why the fuck would you call me the baby's father?" Santana asked, enraged.

"Is that what this is about? I'm sorry about that, even I felt weird saying that. What the fuck did you want me to say? 'Yes Finn, Santana's the mom'? You know he's stupid, he woudn't have undestood." Quinn explained.

"Why does it matter what he thinks?" Santana asked in a small voice. She understood Quinn's point.

"It doesn't," Quinn said.

"Then will you please let me do this?" Santana asked.

"Why are you really doing this, San?" Quinn asked, her hand coming to cup Santana's cheek. Her face was much less swollen now.

"I just- I just want to have some sort of control over this. The asshole ruined my face, I just want to be able to punish him for it, he should be punished for it. And now everyone will know, and I know I'm going to get so much shit from everybody and I'm not going to be able to have control over it. So please, please, support me on this." Santana pleaded.

"Of course." Quinn said and kissed her forehead.