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His thoughts were interrupted when Beth began to stir in his arms. In the end she'd cried herself to sleep and since then she'd been dead to the world, she hadn't even stirred when Finn had tripped over one of the chairs in the hallway, sending it crashing noisily onto the hard floor. Normally Puck would have found Finn's constant clumsiness rather amusing but considering the current circumstances he'd failed to find any humor in the incident what so ever. Neither did anybody else because they all laid into him for not concentrating on where he was walking. Poor guy.

Beth let out a little gurgle and her eyes fluttered open, revealing the delicate shade of moss green. For a second, Puck thought he was looking into Quinn's eyes and his breath momentarily caught in his throat before he got a hold of himself and smiled at his little girl.

"Hey, baby." he said quietly "You enjoy your nap?"

Beth blinked up at him and yawned, her little nose wrinkling as she did. Quinn's nose did that when she yawned too and Puck sighed with the heavy weight of the memory.

"You hungry, kid?" He said as Beth sat up a little and began playing with one of the buttons on his shirt. He wondered when she'd eaten last and he figured it must have been lunch time since he picked her up before dinner. He cursed himself for not thinking about it earlier. Quinn would have thought about it. No way would she have let her daughter go hungry. Jeez, he was such a shitty dad.

"How 'bout we get you a snack?" he said and Beth gurgled in agreement. And then he remembered that he'd left Beth's baby bag back at the nursery, which meant he had no food to give his hungry daughter. He sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes, annoyed at himself for being such a douche.

"Guys?" He said, addressing his fellow glee clubbers. "Don't suppose any of you have any food for Beth do ya? I kinda left her baby bag at the daycare center."

Brittany stared at him blankly, Santana stirred a little in her sleep but didn't wake up and Finn just shrugged his shoulders helplessly. Great, just great. Now his child was going to starve to death and he'd get sent to prison for child neglect. He was being dramatic, he knew that, but he couldn't seem to help it. His brain wasn't functioning properly.

And then Rachel Berry saved him from his own imagination.

"Don't worry. I got it covered." The chirpy brunette said, pulling a pink bag from underneath her chair and bringing it over to where he and Beth were sat.

"What's that?" Puck asked, slightly confused as to why she was dangling a bag he'd never seen before in front of his face.

"A baby bag." Rachel said proudly. "When I heard about Quinn, I knew that you would be in no fit state to think about baby toys and clean diapers. So before I came to the hospital, I packed this bag for Beth. There's diapers, clean clothes, juice, some of her toys, 3 packs of baby biscuits and some grapes." She smiled triumphantly at him but all he could do was blink at her.

How the hell had she gotten into their house?

"How did you-" Puck started but Rachel held her hand up, silencing him.

"You may have forgotten, Noah, that Quinn and I are friends now. I know where you keep your spare key."

It was true, he guessed. Quinn and Rachel were kinda close now, though how anybody could put up with that girl for more than 10 minutes, he had no idea. But if Quinn being friends with Rachel meant that Beth wouldn't go hungry, it was cool with him. All though knowing that Rachel Berry knew where their spare key was kinda scared him and he made a mental note to find it a new hiding place.

Rachel unzipped the pink bag and rummaged around in it a little before pulling out a pack of Beth's favorite biscuits and a sippy cup filled with juice.

She handed Puck the sippy cup and opened the pack of biscuits before holding them out to Beth who took them in one of her little hands, gurgling happily.

"There ya go, cutie. We don't want you going hungry now do we?" Rachel said as Beth took one of the biscuits and began to chew on it quietly whilst watching the brunette with big green eyes.

Rachel smiled at the little girl.

"She's really beautiful, you know." Rachel said, but Puck didn't hear her, he was too busy watching Beth.

"Huh?" he said, finally realizing that she'd spoken to him.

"Beth. She's a very pretty child. Well I suppose with parents looking the way you do, she was hardly going to be unattractive was she?" Rachel rambled in an attempt to make small talk, but Puck's eyes were vacant.

"She looks like Quinn." Puck said flatly. Rachel sighed, she'd wanted to give Puck something other than Quinn to think about because she could see he was struggling to cope but it hadn't worked. Quinn was obviously at the forefront of his thoughts.

"Yeah, she does." Rachel said, a little disappointed with the turn in conversation. She took the seat next to Puck and put her hand softly on his shoulder. Puck flinched at her touch but didn't move away.

"She's going to be okay, Noah. She always is. Remember that time she fell from the top of the Cheerio's pyramid?" Rachel said softly.

Puck did remember. Beth was about 6 months old when it had happened and it had also been the last time Quinn had been in hospital.

The Cheerios were practicing for their next big competition, either Regionals or National's, but as usual Puck couldn't remember which one, despite being told at least 3 million times.

Puck was sat in the bleachers with Finn and Sam, wrapped up in a heated discussion on the graphics of the new Call of Duty game. Football practice had finished early and as usual the Cheerios were running late and as all three boys had to give their cheerleader girlfriends a ride home, they were forced to sit around and wait for them.

"Dude, those graphics are nothing compared to Halo!" Sam exclaimed, causing Finn to jump to COD's defense.

"What? Don't be stupid Sam. COD kicks butt and you know it!" Finn said loudly.

Puck rolled his eyes at the nerds he called friends. As much as he loved X Box, discussing it with those douchebags was not worth it. They didn't have a clue what they were talking about.

He glanced over to where the Cheerios were practicing and smiled as he saw Quinn posing at the top of the pyramid, pompoms in the air, a perfect 'stage smile' plastered across her flawless face.

She must have caught him looking because her fake smile turned into a real one and her focus switched to him. He went to wave but stopped when he saw her legs begin to quiver and the smile drop from her face all together. Fear flashed through her green eyes as her arms flailed helplessly and the other Cheerio's struggled to keep a hold of her.

And then she fell.

Her scream echoed around the otherwise empty football field and the gasps from the other Cheerios were almost as loud.

"Quinn!" Puck yelled, getting to his feet immediately. Sam and Finn must have seen what happened too because they did the same. They watched for a few seconds as a sea of red and white uniforms crowded around the place where Quinn had hit the floor and Coach Sylvester shouted something through her mega phone. Puck held his breath, half expecting Quinn to just bounce back up, dust herself off and carry on but that wasn't the case and he knew it.

He raced down the steps, taking two at a time, Sam and Finn following closely behind him.

"Quinn!" He called again as he reached the field and battled his way through the panicked girls.

Eventually he reached her. She was unconscious, lying on her back, one arm tucked awkwardly underneath her and the other resting on the cold grass beside her. Her pompoms were close by, ruffled and untidy from the fall. Santana was crouched down next to her, calling her name and shaking her shoulder gently. She didn't budge.

"Is she okay?" Puck asked, kneeling down beside the feisty Latina.

"Does she look okay to you, mohawk?" She snapped angrily in between calling Quinn's name.

Puck joined in.

"Quinn? Quinn? Can you hear me?" he asked, putting his hand softly on the side of her face. Her eyes fluttered a little and Puck's breath caught in his throat. "Quinn?" He said again, trying to wake her up properly. She opened her eyes again and Puck smiled down at her.

"You okay?" he asked worriedly as she looked around her, assessing the situation.

"Just great." she whispered and Puck couldn't help but laugh at her. Santana laughed too. Quinn Fabray could be ridiculously funny when she wanted to be, and she didn't half pick her moments.

Quinn let out a quiet giggle but the movement made her wince. Puck silenced his laughter and swapped it for concern.

"What hurts, babe?" He said, checking her body for blood or bruises. Nothing.

"My head." She sighed, closing her eyes again. "And my hand."

"Which one?" Santana asked, the same concern expressed in her voice.

Quinn waved her left hand at them a little.

"Not this one." she said sarcastically, as if the wave hadn't been enough to tell them which hand hurt. Besides, her other hand was stuck underneath her so thinking back on it, it was pretty obvious which one she'd injured.

"Okay." Santana started. "I'm gonna try and move this arm from underneath you, kay? See if I can get a look at your hand."

Quinn nodded and so did Puck. Santana's parents were both doctors so they figured she knew what she was doing.

Santana began moving Quinn's trapped arm gently and Quinn squeezed her eyes shut. She cried out in pain as Santana pulled a little harder and Puck saw a tear roll down her cheek.

"Sorry honey! I'm sorry." Santana said quickly as she continued to move Quinn's arm.

Quinn whimpered quietly and Puck stroked her face, whispering to her that it would be okay.

One last movement and one more cry of pain and Quinn's arm was free. Santana held it gently, studying Quinn's hand.

"I think your little fingers broken, Q. And your wrist is sprained pretty bad but I don't think it's snapped."

"Kay." Quinn said quietly, sniffling a little. She wiped her damp eyes with her good hand.

The other Cheerio's sighed with relief. At least they wouldn't have to do without their head cheerleader for too long.

"The ambulance is on its way." Sam declared from somewhere behind them and Puck turned round to smile at him appreciatively but to be honest he was just glad Quinn was okay.

When the paramedics arrived they confirmed Santana's diagnosis of a broken pinkie and badly sprained wrist along with a possible concussion. And then Quinn turned that "possible concussion" into a definite one when she puked her lunch up in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.

She threw up again when they strapped up her hand because they had to put a needle in it first. Quinn was not a fan of needles. And neither was Puck because it meant he got Quinn puke all over his jeans.

But he didn't really care. Quinn was okay and that was all that mattered. He just hoped that same scenario would be the case today.

"Yeah!" Finn said, bringing Puck's thoughts back to the present. "She fell like 10 feet and all she got was a broken pinkie finger and a head ache."

"Exactly!" Rachel chimed in. "She's a fighter Puck, she'll be okay."

Puck nodded, trying his best to take some of their optimism on board. It wasn't really working.

Just then a door opposite the seated glee club opened and a nurse dressed in blue scrubs stepped out. Puck stood up, quickly followed by Santana, Finn and Rachel.

"Is she okay?" Santana asked, her voice demanding.

The nurse nodded and Puck finally remembered to breathe. Beth let out a little gurgle and Rachel flashed a relieved smile at a pale looking Finn.

"She's stable. She's out of surgery and in the recovery room." The nurse said.

"Oh thank God." Santana breathed, turning around to hug Brittany.

Puck, on the other hand, wasn't convinced. He'd been studying the nurse's face and something wasn't right. He knew it.

"What?" Puck said. "What is it you're not telling us?"

The others gave him some confused sideways glances, especially Santana who was practically glaring at him for ruining the good news.

"Miss Fabray is in a very critical condition. She lost a lot of blood internally, her kidneys are failing. The shutdown of her other organs is a possibility…" The nurse made a sweeping glance of the worried teenagers, her eyes lingering a little longer on the mohawked boy and blonde child he cradled in his arms.

"…the next 24 hours will be critical. If she doesn't improve tonight then I'm afraid-"

Santana cut her off, hands on hips.

"Are you saying she's gonna die? Because where I'm from, nurses don't tend to know much about actual medical situations. They just collect piss in pots and stick needles in old people, right?" The Latina barked at the nervous looking nurse.

"San." Brittany said, putting a hand on Santana's shoulder.

"No Britt." Santana shrugged out of her touch. "She can't just say that! She hasn't got the authority! She's a fuckin' nurse! We need a doctor…Puck, tell her we need a doctor!" She yelled, hot tears spilling from her eyes and her voice cracking. She looked at Puck, a helpless pleading set in her features.

Puck said nothing, just stared straight ahead. A doctor wouldn't change anything, he knew that. And he knew Santana knew that too.

"Puck!" She pleaded again before Brittany led the broken Latina back to their seats and cradled her like Puck had cradled Beth a few minutes before.

"I'm very sorry." The nurse said quietly. "I'm just trying to prepare you."

Puck nodded and the nurse turned to go back through the door.

"Wait!" He called, stopping the nurse in her tracks. "Can we see her?"

"Yes."

Everyone stepped forward before the nurse held up her hand.

"Not all at once, no more than two at time." And with that she disappeared back though the door.

For a few seconds they stood in silence, each person contemplating their next move. Wondering what was acceptable to say and what wasn't. Santana had regained her mind and was chewing nervously on her lip. Rachel was squeezing Finn's hand and Beth stared up at her father with wide eyes.

"Puck should go first…with Beth." Rachel's soft voice cut through the heavy silence. The rest of them murmured in agreement but Puck shook his head.

"Not yet…I gotta go change Beth." He lied. "You guys can go first."

The others eyed each other suspiciously.

"Well, I can take care of Beth if you want Noah…" Rachel offered but Puck dismissed the idea.

"I got it." He said, grabbing the pink bag and stalking off down the corridor, not having a clue where the bathroom was or even if Beth needed changing. All he knew was that he needed a minute alone with his daughter to gather his thoughts and prepare them both for the worst, because despite how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, he knew the worst was still to come.

He eventually came across a clean looking bathroom and went inside. He placed Beth on the counter and for the first time since they'd arrived, he felt his eyes prick with sharp tears and it took all his effort to keep them from falling. He refused to cry in front of his daughter. Not yet, there was no need.

Meanwhile, back on the ICU, the other glee club members had returned and had been filled in and now the noisy group was busy debating who should go and see Quinn first, if any of them. Most of them felt uncomfortable about going in before Puck, but they also knew that their arguing was only wasting the potentially limited time they had left with their friend.

"Well, let's try establishing who actually wants to go in to start with." Rachel suggested, raising her voice above the bickering group. "Those who do, raise your hands."

Santana scoffed. "We're 17, not 7, hobit. We're not gonna raise our hands like toddlers."

A couple of the others glanced nervously at each other, a little wary of the Latina, whom they could all see was struggling to hold it together, despite how much she was trying to hide it.

Rachel ignored the comment and was the first to raise her hand. Quinn was her friend and she wanted to see her, whether anyone else did wasn't really of her concern. But her actions led a few to follow suit.

Finn raised one hand and stuffed the other in his pocket, Brittany stuck her arm in the air and after a slight nudge from the blonde cheerleader, Santana sighed and lifted her hand. Rachel smiled sadly at their choice. Of course she was pleased that they cared enough about Quinn to see her, but the situation prevented any emotion other than sadness to really take over.

"What about you guys?" She turned to the others, whose heads were bowed slightly, Mercedes bit on her lip and Tina and Mike clasped hands tightly.

"You guys are closest to her." Mercedes said. "If we're running out of time, we think it's important that the people closest to her go in first." Tina, Mike and Artie nodded in agreement.

"I, on the other hand, have full faith that I will be seeing Miss Fabray in glee club sooner rather than later. She's strong." Kurt smiled, although a slight glitter of moisture was apparent in his blue eyes.

"Okay, I understand." Rachel said before turning to Santana and Brittany.

"You two should go first, you're her best friends." The small brunette said. Brittany nodded and glanced towards the entrance leading to the recovery room.

"Are you ready, San?" She asked quietly. The Latina nodded and the two girls disappeared through the door, leaving the safety of the bright corridor behind and walking into the unknown.

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