"Santana, do you smell that?"

"Smell what? Brit, it's three in the morning!" Santana let out a small whine and rolled over, hoping that her friend would get the message and go back to sleep.

"That! Something stinks."

"No, maybe you're just- oh my god. It just hit me. Ew! What is that?" She immediately sat up, her face scrunching up with displeasure at the smell.

"I don't know…hey, Quinn!" Brittany got up off the couch and moved toward her sleeping friend. "Quinn!"

"Leave her alone, Brit. She's tired."

"Oh my god. Gross. Look Santana!"

"What? Oh ew. She peed in the bed. That's disgusting."

"Well she has been going a lot lately..."

"Quinn, wake up!" Santana nudged the girl's shoulder.

The blonde slowly began to rub her eyes before opening them a bit and looking up at her friends sleepily.

"What?"

"You peed in the bed." Brittany informed her. "And something smells gross." As if finally solving a puzzle, her face suddenly lit up. "Oh my god, that's what the smell is. But wait a second, why does your pee smell so bad? My pee doesn't smell like that. I mean, not that I've ever actually smelled it or anything, but it does have a really strong smell… Maybe you ate something bad. What did you have for dinner? It couldn't have been the cake because me and Santana ate and our pee doesn't smell that bad-"

"Brit enough!" Santana finally cut the rambling girl off. She'd go for days if someone let her.

Quinn looked down at her bottom half and gasped. "No! No, no, no! Not now!"

"Look, I know that it's embarrassing but-" Santana said tiredly.

"I didn't pee in the bed, my water just broke!"

"WHAT?! I am so not touching anything."

"We need hot towels! They always mention hot towels when people have babies on TV." Brittany spoke up. "Hey, why do they need hot towels anyway? And how would you get them hot? You can't, like, roast them over a fire like marshmallows or something, and I don't they fit in microwaves…"

"Santana, you're not going to have to touch anything! Brittany, we don't need hot towels. Stop freaking out, we just… we have to stay calm, right?" Quinn looked between her two friends nervously.

"What are we supposed to do? We're not allowed to leave our rooms this late and everyone is asleep." Brittany reminded her.

Santana rolled her eyes. "I think this is an exception."

"Mr. Schuester said there are no exceptions."

"Yeah, well Mr. Schuester didn't expect Quinn to have the baby on our trip, so we're gonna have to change the rules!" Santana snapped.

"Oh my god, this is disgusting. Can one of you guys help me up? I have to change into something else."

Brittany nodded and pulled Quinn up from her place in bed. As Quinn made her way to the bathroom Santana passed her a t-shirt, sweatpants, and clean underwear.

"We'll call Mr. Schuester." She told her.

"And Puck! Call Puck first. I need him."

"Okay, Brittany, you call Mr. Schue and I'll call Puck. Q, let us know if you need help changing."

"Thanks." Quinn shut the bathroom door and the girls immediately sprung into action.

"Puck?" Santana held the phone to her ear impatiently as she waited from him to pick up.

"Santana? Why the hell are you calling me at three AM? Somebody better be dead." He grumbled.

"Quinn's water broke."

That woke him up. "What do you mean her water broke?! She isn't due for another few weeks!"

"Exactly what I said, nimrod! And she's kind of nervous about it, so if you could get over here soon it would really be appreciated!" Santana hung up the phone and rolled her eyes.

Boys were idiots.

"Hello?" Will sat up in bed groggily.

"Mr. Schuester?"

"Yes? Who is this? Is everything okay?"

"It's Brittany, from Glee club. You know, the blonde that's not Quinn?"

His heart began to race. A call this early was not a good sign.

"Yeah, what's going on?"

"Quinn got water on the bed." The blonde said cheerfully.

"What?"

Santana rolled her eyes and grabbed the phone. "Her water broke. Quinn's having the baby."

"WHAT!?"

Once again, Santana had to fight off the urge to snap at him. "Just get over here, okay?"

"I-I'll be right there."

Brittany pulled open the door just as Puck finished knocking.

"Come on in!" she said, as if welcoming him into a party.

He rolled his eyes. "Where is she?"

"Right here." Quinn replied, slowly making her way out of the bathroom.

"Are you okay?" In an instant, he was at her side.

"Where's Quinn?" Mr. Schuester asked frantically as he rushed in. Ms. Pillsbury followed him, and pretty soon Finn and Artie had arrived as well.

"I'm okay; not feeling the best, but I'm alright." Quinn answered them all. "But I'm kind of scared to death right now."

"I'm right here." Puck said grabbing her hand. "You're gonna be fine, I promise. I'll be right here the whole time."

"I'll call for an ambulance." Emma spoke up.

"No!" Quinn's eyes went wide. "No way, those things scare the hell out of me!"

"The only other option we have is the bus." Will reminded her.

"Can we go in that? Please Mr. Schue? Ambulances really scare me."

"Quinn, we can't just take the bus-"

"Please Mr. Schue, please!"

Will sighed, seeing that she was now near tears. "Okay, fine!"

"We'll get our purses." Santana nodded.

"I'll get the others." Finn added.

"No! No way, nobody else is going!" Will said firmly. "This isn't an extra stop on the field trip!"

"Excuse me? She's our best friend!"

"We have to be there!"

"We're all a team Mr. Schuester." Artie said firmly. "We have to stick together."

"They should go, Will." Emma spoke up. "They all care about Quinn and Puck, and I'm sure they'd appreciate the support."

"Let them come, just hurry!" Quinn said, gritting her teeth in pain.

"Fine! Clearly I have no decision in this anyway, so go ahead." Will threw his hands up in defeat. "Um…" he paused, suddenly looking extremely nervous. "Oh god, I'm drawing a blank."

"Will, go get the bus driver from his room." Emma took control and began handing out orders. "Artie and Finn, wake-up the other kids and tell them to be downstairs ready to go in five minutes. Santana and Brittany, get Quinn's bag and make sure her things are packed and bring them to the lobby. Puck, help her get to the elevator. I'll start calling everyone's parents to tell them the change in plans."

Seeing the shocked looks everyone was giving her she clapped her hands loudly. "Let's go!" And with that, they all sprang into action.

"Open the door! Come on Rachel, open up!" Finn called as he pounded his fist against the door.

"Oh HELL to the NO." Mercedes opened the door and glared at him. "It is three-thirty in the morning and I do not care how many hormones you have runnin' through you. It is too damn early to be cuddling."

"Quinn's water broke." He informed her quickly. "We're all meeting in the lobby in five minutes to go to the hospital. Be ready."

The girl's eyes went wide. "What?! You have GOT to be kidding me!"

"Just get ready!"

"There better be a bullet going through someone." Kurt growled as he opened the door to his hotel room.

Artie held back a laugh as he took in the appearance of his friend. Kurt clearly had a reason for buying so much hair care product, because his normally coifed do was sticking out in every direction.

"Quinn's having the baby. We have to be downstairs in five minutes ready to go."

Kurt's eyes went wide. "It takes me at least forty-five minutes to do my hair."

"Wear a hat!" And with that Artie was gone, leaving Mike and Matt to deal with their frantic roommate.

"You doin' okay momma?" Puck asked as he helped Quinn exit the elevator.

"Yeah, I'm alright." She answered, breathing deeply. "Promise me that you won't go anywhere."

"Hey, I'll fight my way into that hospital if I have to." His tone made it sound like a joke, but Quinn knew that he was one hundred percent serious.

"Good, because I'm kind of starting to freak out."

"Hey, listen to me." Puck set his forehead against hers so that they were locking eyes. "You can do this. It may be a little scary but you can do it. We'll do it together."

Quinn nodded bravely and sniffed a bit. "Okay." She finally whispered.

"Okay." Puck smiled. "Let's go have this baby."

"We're here!" The two teenagers were snapped out of their momentary bubble of confinement by the elevator doors opening and the rest of New Directions spilling out into the lobby, most of them still in their pajamas and looking extremely disheveled.

"We're here." Rachel repeated as she pushed to the front of the crowd. "Quinn, I know this must be scary for you but I want you to know that we're all going to be right in the waiting room cheering you on."

"That's sweet Rachel, really. But we need to go!" Will appeared next to her, looking very nervous and a bit sweaty.

"Okay everybody, on the bus!" Emma called, motioning towards the door. "Let Quinn and Puck on first! Kurt, stop crying. Your hair is fine. And can someone grab Will a paper bag to breathe into?"

"You alright Mr. Schue? You're looking kind of…green."

Will nodded and followed him up the stairs of the vehicle. "I'm fine, thanks Finn."

Emma was the last one to climb on to the bus and took a quick headcount before going over a few last minute details.

"Santana, you have Quinn's bag, right? Rachel, you have the contact list and are finishing up the parent calls. Matt, thank you for grabbing that bag for Will. Kurt, I said stop crying. Somebody please give him a hat and some tissues. Everyone set? Alright, driver, let's go!"

And then they were off.

-GLEE-

As my beta pointed out, Quinn's fear of ambulances needs a bit of explanation. That will be revealed eventually, because the subject comes up again later in the story. So just in case you were wondering, no it's not just something random without a point. Guess you'll have to stay tuned to find out why!