New chapter! It's a little shorter so sorry about that, I got kinda busy with school and stuff but I'll try and make the next one longer

Oh and I kinda lose track of the days so am I updating too fast? Too slow? I'm not sure, but if you could let me know, that'd be awesome!

He and the rest of the team had just returned to the locker room after sixty minutes of vigorous training and it was safe to say they were all pretty tired. Puck had just pulled off his helmet and shoulder pads when he saw his cell phone light up and it began to buzz. He picked it up and frowned at the call ID. It was Santana. Why the hell was Santana calling him?

"S'up bitch." He said brightly into the cell.

"Puck?" Santana's voice was slightly breathless. She sounded upset. Was she crying?

"What Santana? Are you okay?" He asked, slightly put out by the sound of her voice.

"It's Quinn." She blurted quickly, she was definitely crying. "There's been an accident. We're at the hospital."

"San, what the fuck are you talking about? Is this a wind up? Because I swear if it is-"

Santana cut him off.

"No Puck!" She snapped. "This is serious! You need to get Beth and get to the hospital right now." Her voice had risen so much that Puck almost had to hold the phone away from his ear. He knew something was seriously wrong.

"What the fuck happened!" He yelled back, causing the rest of the team to turn and look at him.

"I'll explain later, just get here!" She was almost hysterical now "And please Puck, hurry!" The last part was almost a whisper and then she hung up.

Puck froze for a second or two before his brain kicked in to 'frantic' mode. He grabbed his car keys from the bench and bolted towards the door.

"Dude, what is it?" Finn called after him.

"Quinn's in the hospital!" He called over his shoulder before sprinting as fast as he could through the school and into the truck.

His hands were shaking and he fumbled with the key in the ignition before the engine finally roared to life.

As Puck sped through the town, his mind ran wild, exploring every possible situation. The best and the worst and judging by Santana's hysterical phone call, whatever had happened didn't sound promising.

He dumped the truck outside of Beth's daycare and ran inside, not even bothering to lock the doors behind him.

Beth was playing happily with Miss Suzie when he burst into the little playroom. She smiled when she saw her daddy rushing towards her and giggled when he scooped her up into his arms.

"Hey baby." He said, kissing her head before turning to Miss Suzie who looked a little worried.

"There's been an accident." he explained as quickly as he could. "It's Quinn, we have to get to the hospital."

He didn't even give the plump woman time to reply before he turned and jogged out of the room.

"What about Beth's bag?" He heard Suzie call but he ignored her. Beth would have to go without her spare clothes for now.

With Beth safely buckled into her seat, Puck raced down the main road towards the hospital, running every red light he came across, a panicky sweat beginning to form on his brow.

Once again he dumped the truck into the nearest parking space her could find, grabbed a fidgety Beth and ran into the hospital, only stopping to look for the closest information desk.

"Quinn Fabray." He said breathlessly to the grey haired woman behind the desk. "Where is she?"

"Are you a family member?" The woman asked in a voice so calm Puck wouldn't have been surprised if she'd fallen asleep in front of his very eyes.

"I'm her boyfriend, and this is our daughter." He said gesturing to the squirming child in his arms.

"Very well." said the woman. "She's up on the IC Unit."

"Thanks." Puck mumbled but he was already walking briskly towards the stairs.

The woman's words rang in his ears. "The IC Unit." Shit. Shit. Shit. His fears of the worst situation were becoming more and more likely to be true.

He followed the right signs for what seemed like forever and by the time he burst through the doors labeled "ICU" it was safe to say he was more than a little out of breath and Beth had begun to cry, sniffling and whimpering unhappily in his arms.

About half way down the hall he spotted the familiar red of the Cheerio's uniform and made his way towards it.

Santana had her head buried in her hands and Brittany was rubbing her back comfortingly, all though her face too was stained with tears. Santana looked up at the sound of Puck's heavy shoes and Beth's miserable tears.

"Puck!" She said, standing up and moving towards him "What the fuck took you so long!"

Puck barely heard her.

"Where is she?" he demanded, looking past Santana at the rest of the hallway.

"Puck, I-" Santana started but he cut her off again.

"Where is she?" He raised his voice, the frustration in it becoming increasingly obvious.

Santana burst into tears and Brittany stood up and put her arm around the broken brunette.

"She's in surgery." Brittany answered for Santana. "There was an accident after Cheerio's practice. Santana saw what happened, that's why she's so upset." The ditzy blonde said flatly as Santana continued to cry in her arms.

Puck had never seen Santana cry before so the fact that she was so hysterical now made his head spin with worry, so much so that he had to sit down. He wanted to ask what had happened, wanted to know more but his brain wouldn't function and he couldn't speak.

Beth's cries turned to screams and he held her close, trying his best to comfort her, despite the fact that on the inside, he could feel himself falling apart.

Santana sat down beside him, still sniffling and wiping her eyes.

"How bad is it?" Puck finally managed to say but his small voice was drowned out by Beth's screams. Santana heard him but she didn't answer. Instead she dropped her eyes to the floor, unable to look at him. Brittany did the same.

He asked again, louder this time and Santana drew in a shaky breath before finally mustering up the courage to look up at him.

"It's pretty bad." She said so quietly that Puck had to strain his ears to hear her. "The doctor said something about internal bleeding and how the surgeons needed to stop it straight away, otherwise..." She trailed off, not being able to say what she was thinking out loud.

"Otherwise she might die." Puck said flatly. He was able to say it because the reality of the situation had yet to hit him. He refused to believe that this was happening to him, to them. In his head it was someone else, a horrible nightmare and he'd wake up any second to find Quinn safe and sound, sleeping peacefully beside him. But deep down, he knew he might lose her. Nobody had to tell him that. He felt it, felt her slipping, he just wasn't ready to admit it yet.

"Tell me what happened." He said numbly, staring straight ahead of him.

"Puck, I don't think you should-" Santana started, obviously not wanting to upset him with the details, but he needed to know.

"Tell me." He demanded, glancing at the brunette beside him. She was pale, her eyelashes wet with fresh tears and she sighed heavily, giving in to his request.

Thanks for reading! All will be revealed about "the accident" in the next chapter so stay tuned…

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