Will came running into the room when he heard Quinn. He found Quinn laying on the floor, screaming his name, her blond hair going every which way.

"Quinn, are you alright?" he asked, kneeling beside the distressed pregnant girl, who was still on the floor.

"I think I'm in labor, Will!" Quinn moaned. She grabbed at her huge belly, wincing in pain as another contraction washed over her. "Will, it hurts so much!" she hissed.

"Don't worry. I'll get help for you," he said, putting a hand to Quinn's sweaty forehead.

"Are we going to the hospital?" Quinn asked him.

"Not yet, Quinn," he said. "See, if your not that dilated yet, they'd just send us back home. So you can lie on the couch for awhile, and then I'll drive you to the hospital." He leaned down and took Quinn's soft, small feminine hands in his own large, rugged hands and helped to pulled her up off the floor.

"I don't think I can walk," she told him.

"Lean on me," he replied. "I'll help you. I'll catch you if you fall." Quinn leaned her body on Will, and let him help her walk out into the living room. "Here," he said, gently laying Quinn to rest on the couch. The couch had just been bought, and it was very comfortable, made of soft leather. Quinn reached over with her arm and grabbed a big, green quilt that had been given to Will by his mother.

"Thanks." Will headed into the kitchen, and got a huge glass of water.

Quinn quickly downed the glass and, with a refreshed sigh, handed the glass back to Will. Quinn's mouth felt like it was covered with dry, scratchy sandpaper, and it felt so good going down her throat. Did giving birth to a baby make you really thirsty? Quinn had no idea. She would have to ask her Health teacher. If she ever got through this, that is.

Quinn felt another contraction hit her. "Ow!" she gasped, gripping at her stomach.

"Are you alright?" he asked, coming back into the small, comfy living room and handed her the newly refilled glass of water.

"Thanks," she said, taking the glass again and gulping it down. They stayed there for another half hour, until Quinn got a contraction that was so bad, it blinded her and she screamed without even knowing it.

"I think it's time to go to the hospital," Will told Quinn. He stood up and slowly helped Quinn get off the couch. But it was hard, since she was huge, aching, pregnant, and miserable.

"Thanks," Quinn whispered as she sharply grabbed at his shoulder.

"No problem," he replied.

It took them a long time. The elevator was down, and they had to go down fifteen flights of stairs. Not a fun thing to do when you're heavily pregnant and about to give birth. But finally they were out to the car. They got in, and Will let Quinn crawl into the backseat so that she could lay down. "Oh, wait!" Quinn cried.

"What's the matter?" Will asked, turning to face the pregnant girl.

"I left my hospital bag in our bedroom closet! It's a duffel bag, a whole bunch of things I'll need at the hospital." Quinn really didn't fancy the idea of walking all that way up all those stairs to get her stupid duffel bag.

"You stay here; I'll run back up and get it." The cold winter wind bit into Will as he shut and locked the car back up. He hoped Quinn would be okay while he was running back upstairs to get her duffel bag. He really hoped some creep wouldn't come along and try to murder her or rape her. That would be terrible. And he really hoped Quinn wouldn't start to deliver all alone, locked up in the car. It was snowing heavily now, and Quinn was afraid that they'd get snowed in and Will would have to deliver the baby. The thought both excited and terrified her at the same time. Will came running back to the car, the duffel bag strapped over his left shoulder.

"Will, do you think we'll get snowed into the car?" Quinn asked.

"No, Quinn, not if we hurry." Will set the duffel bag in the backseat with Quinn, and then got in and started the engine up. They began to drive, and Quinn felt the contractions getting worse and worse.

"Will, I'm going to be so sorry if my water breaks all over your car," Quinn whispered.

"Don't worry about it," Will replied. "I was going to get a new car anyways. This car isn't safe for babies," he explained to a shocked Quinn.

"Will, don't worry about it. I'm not even sure if I'm keeping it."

"Of course you are," Will insisted. "We didn't buy all that baby stuff for nothing."

"I agreed to buy all that stuff because sometimes the adoption process can take sometimes take several years."

Will pulled up into a parking spot at the hospital. He grabbed Quinn's arm, and pulled her out of the car. Just as she got out of the car, her water broke. Will slowly helped her walk towards the hospital. When they were halfway across the parking lot, a team of nurses came running towards them, pushing a wheelchair. They took Quinn from Will, and pushed her down into the wheelchair. Then, they began to run towards the hospital as Quinn felt the contractions get worse and worse.

God, why did I ever let Puck touch me? Quinn thought. Not only did I lose my boyfriend, friends, my body, and the Cheerios because of him, but I wouldn't even be going through all this pain if it wasn't for him. I'd still be at my house, being the perfect girl that everybody wanted to be. Being Daddy's Little Girl. And if I was going to have sex with him, why didn't I just make sure he had a condom on? That's the least I could've done! I'm never letting that jerk touch me again!

They pushed Quinn through the doors of the hospital. The hospital smelled fresh and clean. They wheeled Quinn into a room. They carried her into the bathroom, where a team of fellow female nurses came and helped her get into her hospital gown. They took her hair out of it's braid, and then they laid her out in the bed, her hair a horrible mess.

Just outside, Quinn could hear Will and a doctor arguing. "I'm sorry, but if your not the father or a family member of Miss Fabray, I'm afraid you can't come in."

"Doctor?" Quinn called, groaning as a new contraction overtook her. "Doctor?" she repeated.

"Yes?" the doctor turned to face her.

"Let him come in when I deliver my baby," she said.

"I'm sorry, Miss Fabray. But hospital policy-"

"I'm pregnant and very hormonal right now. LET. HIM. IN!"

"Alright, alright, Miss Fabray," the doctor said. "You may go in," he said to Will.

Meanwhile, a female doctor slightly lifted up Quinn's ugly polka dot hospital gown.

"Alright, Miss Fabray, when your next contraction hits, I need you to push with all your might, no matter how painful it is. Alright?"

Quinn agreed with a quick shake of her head.

"Will?" Quinn asked.

"Yes, Quinn?"

"Can you call… the gang?"

"All of them?"

"Yes, all of them."

Just then, her next contraction hit, and she pushed with all her might, just like the doctor told her to.

"Good job!" the doctor encouraged her. "Two more pushes, and the babies' head will be out."

A couple more pushes later, the whole gang arrived, and they had the same problem coming into the room as Will did.

"My God, let them in!" Quinn shouted in exasperation.

"Fine," the doctor said, and everyone was allowed to come in.

Puck rushed to Quinn's side. "Quinn, are you alright?"

"Oh, now you care?" she snapped.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked.

"I mean that you left me alone and you didn't bother to worry about how the girl that was carrying your baby was doing. You refused to help me buy prenatal vitamins or maternity clothes. None of that!"

"Look, Quinn, I'm sorry," he said, leaning down and attempting to kiss the girl.

"Get off me!" she shouted, pushing him away.

"Hey!" he said.

"You're not sorry," Quinn said.

All this time I was wasting

Hoping you'd come around

I've been giving out chances every time

And all you'd do is let me down

And it's making me this long

Bub baby, I think I've figured you out

And your thinking we'll be fine again

But not this time around

You're not sorry…

"Fine then, if that's how it has to be," Puck yelled before storming out.