A slender middle-aged woman in a pink dress, with an official-looking lab coat over it came into the waiting room.

"Quinn Fabray?" She asked.

Brit, Santana, Will, Emma, Judy and Russell all stood. The doctor approached the group.

"I'm Dr. Montgomery. Quinn and her daughter, Rachel, are all perfectly healthy." She gave the party a sweet smile. "We're going to clean her up and move her, and then you can come on in and see her."

"And what about the baby…Rachel?" Judy asked.

"Oh! I had supposed you knew. Rachel Fabray is in the Adoption Nursery. A great couple has made arrangements to-"

"Adoption!?" Russell cried. "Our granddaughter was put into adoption…. Without our consent?"

"Well, I'm sorry, sir, but that decision is up to the parents-"

"She's a sixteen year old girl!"

"Who has pending emancipation and her own child! Ms. Fabray was perfectly within her rights in making that decision."

"But-!"

"I'm sorry, sir." She turned to the other four. "Would you like to come and see her now?"

They all nodded and followed Dr. Montgomery into a wing that said "Patient Recovery."

When in the room, the nurse had to wake Quinn so she could greet her visitors.

"Santana! Brit! Mr. Shue, Ms. P!" she greeted groggily.

Brittany and Santana both sat on the edge of the bed. Quinn gave the group a weak smile. Her eyes wandered to the corner of the room, noticing her parents.

"Out," She declared, pointing to the couple. "I want them out."

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12 hours later:

"Tina, we made it to regionals!" Mercedes squealed with excitement. The two were riding in Tina's dad's car on their way to McKinley.

"I know! I'm so nervous. If we don't place, no more glee. There's so much pressure and-"

"Tina! Be happy. Be exited. We're finally going to show Vocal Adrenaline."

"They win every year! And there's two other teams competing, who think they're going to win, too!"

"Oh, I know… just try not to. The more nervous you are, the worse you do."

"Thank you… for your kind words of w-w-wisdom!" This time her stutter was real. Her stomach churned like an ocean on a windy day.

Once they parked, they found a sullen glee club standing outside their bus.

"What happened?" Mercedes asked.

Rachel was crying. Ms. Pillsbury looked like she had just stepped into an insane asylum where she then had to be the guidance counselor. Mr. Shuster looked just as dejected as the rest of them, and Artie was repeatedly ramming himself into the bus.

"Jesse quit! Jacob isn't here yet and if he isn't in the next 15 minutes, were disqualified from regionals!"

Emma took a deep breath.

"Have a little faith!" She said. "He helped so eagerly last time and he said he was available."

"JESSE QUIT!?!" Tina shouted. Just then, a Chrysler minivan, which appeared to be breaking several school driving laws simultaneously pulled into WHMS.

"I'm here!" Jacob shouted, hopping of the vehicle. "Love you, mom!" he said before shutting the door.

"Jacob!" Emma said, "Alright. Okay, I will take roll again…. Brittany?"

"Here,"

"Santana,"

"Here,"

"Mike,"

"Here,"

"Matt,"

"Here!"

"Noah,"

"Here,"

"Rachel,"

"HERE!"

After listing almost every other member, she made the mistake of reading "Jesse."

A groan broke out.

"You know what? No! You don't need him to win!"

"Really?" said Artie, sarcastically.

"Really! You are a group of ultra-talented people! You won Sectionals without him! Hell, you won sectionals without rehearsal! You don't need some full-of-it 'star' from another team. You guys are great. Nothing, no one, could ever stand in your way of winning, even-"

"You, Bambi, have no idea how wrong you are." A voice growled from behind.

The voice was Sue Sylvester.

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