A/N: Couldn't help myself, but don't get too spoiled by all these updates! Eventually I'm going to need to sleep instead of writing. I hope you enjoy it!

SANTANA

As I lower Quinn to the floor, I initially feel an almost clinical disconnection to what is happening in front of me. I'm treating her for shock, just like Dad taught me, and even make sure to tuck her pretty blue dress carefully so that she doesn't flash the EMTs whenever they decide to make themselves fucking useful and SHOW THE FUCK UP. She's still breathing, albeit erratically, and she has a pulse, so there isn't much else I can do at this point. My beautiful girl is struggling so hard, and her eyes won't seem to focus on mine anymore. My heart is breaking for her but I'm as calm as I can be, just trying to do whatever I can. It isn't until I see the gold chain splayed haphazardly across her neck that I feel like I'm going to lose my fucking shit. I know her cross is attached to it, and I reach out and yank it off her neck in one swift motion. I need her to be okay. I can't live if she isn't.

"Come on Lucy Q, I need you to stay with me now." My voice isn't calm anymore. I'm losing the battle with the panic rising up inside of me.

I feel a tremendous urge to heave the cross in my hand across the bathroom and just start screaming. Instead, I kiss the back of her hand, then wrap the chain around my fingers and start praying the very first prayer that comes to mind. I don't think I've ever prayed for anything so hard in my life.

"Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen. Oh God please help her, please." I feel as though my whispered prayer falls on deaf ears, and despair washes over me.

Her eyes are slightly open, but I don't think she can even see me. When they close slowly, an unholy terror washes over me. I need her to know, if she can still hear me, that she's my everything.

"I love you Quinn. Hang on. It's going to be okay, I promise you baby."

I'm not sure if I'm trying to convince her or me. The promise feels empty, but I have to believe it.

Quinn's breathing pauses for a second, and I nearly jump out of my skin. Then I hear a full breath from her for the first time since this started, and I know she has just passed out. I can't help the tears that fall then, because she's breathing and it's going to be okay.

I hear the door swing open violently and look up to see Sue Sylvester, of all people, guiding EMTs into the bathroom. Sue is talking to me, but I'm too busy looking down at Quinn's chest rising and falling to care much about what she wants. When I feel her hands grip my upper arms and start to pull me up I shrug her off, causing me to fall back on my ass. I glare up at her, but am surprised to see something akin to kindness in her face.

"Let them help her, Santana."

It's like her words cut through the silence my own ears have imposed on me. I can hear her and the shallow breathing of the beautiful girl lying next to me, that's it. I look at her, bewildered, because it's weird to only hear one voice when there is so much other sound going on around me.

"Miss, can you tell us what happened?"

Another voice.

"Um yeah, she uh, she had a panic attack I think. She was having a difficult time controlling her breathing and she got more and more scared. I tried to slow her down, but she kept getting more panicked. She's, um, she's around 3 months pregnant."

All of the eyes in the room snap to me when I tell them she's pregnant and it stops me in my tracks. This is the first time I've thought about the baby through all of this. All I cared about was Quinn. I fucking suck so bad. Oh God, the baby.

"What's her name?"

"She goes by Quinn…Quinn Fabray."

"How long ago did she pass out?" The same guy asks me.

"I don't know, maybe a couple minutes before you showed up. Not long."

Suddenly a stretcher is getting dragged into the room, so I reach out and grab Quinn's shoes, then stand up to make space, pressing myself against the wall.

"Do you know how she got on the floor? Did she fall?"

"No, I, uh, I lowered her down and then treated her for shock. She didn't hit her head or anything."

"You're sure about that?"

"I'm positive."

They still put the collar around her neck for some reason, but I don't argue. They slip a backboard under her as well and strap her down, then lift her in one smooth motion to the stretcher.

My body is beginning to shake, and I feel my teeth start to chatter. I cross my arms and grip myself tightly to try to control it.

"You said she goes by Quinn?"

"Yes."

"Is that her real name?"

I grit my teeth and think, "is it medically relevant?"

"It's her middle name.

"What's her first name?"

I look pointedly at Coach Sylvester in warning as I answer him.

"Lucy."

She gives the barest reaction, but wisely doesn't comment. I've never told anyone this before now.

"Do you know her age and birthday?"

"She's 15. Her birthday is January 11th, 1994."

I see his eyebrows rise, and I know he's making some internal comment about being pregnant at her age. I carefully contain the building rage in my body.

"Any allergies?"

"Cats."

The dude actually smiles at that.

"Any allergies to medicine?"

"Not that I know of."

"You've been really helpful Santana. Last question, would you happen to know her blood type?"

I hear a smile in his voice, and I can't tell if he actually wants to know or if he's just testing me or something.

"O negative."

He lets out a low whistle.

"You're a good friend kid; I didn't know my friends' blood types in high school."

I resent the use of the word "kid," and I feel a strong desire to tell him to go fuck himself. This isn't a time to be playing games. Quinn isn't my "friend," anyway. She's my whole fucking world.

"Yeah well, she's the universal donor. Completely opposed to me, AB positive, the universal receiver."

The guy kind of nods with a surprised look on his face and it only annoys me further. I turn my head and look at Coach instead. It's my turn to be surprised, because she's looking at me with something that looks like pride on her face. I look away quickly.

They've hooked those air tube thingies into her nose and put one of those pulse things on her fingertip. A little machine beeps steadily, and it's music to my ears. They start to wheel her out of the bathroom, and for the first time I see that some of the Glee kids and some Cheerios have gathered out there.

"Okay, we're going to take her to St. Charles Hospital-"

"Actually, can you take her to Lima General? Her emergency contact is my father. He's a doctor there."

"Sure we can do that."

"Can I go with her?"

"You can follow behind us, if you'd like."

"I don't have a car-"

"I'll take you," Sue says, and I look at her like she's grown another head.

"Santana?"

I hear her call out to me from the hallway, and I push past everyone to get to her side. They've taken off the strap that went across her arms and chest. I grab Quinn's hand and smile at her. She's looking at me awkwardly because of that stupid fucking neck brace. I'm shaking and I have tears falling down my face, so maybe it's for the best that she can't fully see me.

"Hey pretty lady, you have a nice nap?" I joke, trying to keep things light so she doesn't get scared again.

"Not really," she says with a smile, and my heart nearly explodes from relief and happiness. "Where are they taking me?"

"I told them to take you to Lima General. I'm gonna call my dad on the way and he'll meet us."

"The baby?"

"They're going to check you both out at the hospital. I'm sure she's fine," I reassure her, even though I have no idea.

"Okay. Are you coming with me?" She sounds so small and scared.

"I'm going to be right behind you," I tell her with a little smile.

She frowns at this news.

"Fine. Can you just make sure they don't call my parents?"

"I'll do my best, I already told them my dad is your emergency contact."

The tall ass EMT standing at Quinn's feet speaks up.

"We need to get going, girls."

I look back down at Quinn.

"I'll be right behind you. I love you."

"Love you too."

I give her a quick kiss on the back of her hand, and then she's off. I turn around to scan the crowd, but find Brittany standing right behind me.

"Let's go," she says to me without hesitation. She's holding my Cheerios bag and backpack. I want to throw my arms around her for knowing exactly what I need without being asked.

As we go to walk away I spot Finn and Puck standing on opposite sides of the hall. Rachel is beside Finn, and I lose any sense of give a fuck instantaneously. I'm still shaking, but now I'm not sure if it's from the adrenaline leaving or pure, unadulterated fury. Lima Heights Adjacent, engaged.

"All three of you fucking suck, you know that?"

I stick my finger in Puck's face. I notice for the first time that Quinn's chain is still wrapped tightly around my hand.

"You are a fucking disease, Noah Puckerman. You've fucked up her entire life and you think she wants to be with you? Go fuck yourself, seriously. I should be putting YOU in the hospital."

I wheel around and face Finn and Rachel. I point at them with Quinn's shoes, still in my other hand.

"And you, Rachel Berry, are the most selfish bitch I've ever met. I might be meaner than you, but I would never have done what you did today. I hope you're happy. I'm sure Finn will just jump right into your pathetic little arms, now. Won't ya, Finn? Or maybe not, because you are clearly a fucking psycho."

Brittany grabs my hand and starts walking. I move with her, walking backwards so I can say one last thing.

"You all had better pray to everything holy on this earth that her baby is okay. Just fucking pray," I say as I squeeze my hand around Quinn's cross.

With that I turn and walk hurriedly with Brittany out the doors and break into a run for her car.

QUINN

By the time we get back to Santana's I am exhausted. Santana climbs out of the front seat and opens the back door of the car, kneeling down to look in on me. She carefully reaches around me and unfastens my seat belt, her eyes never leaving my face. She puts her hands out in a silent gesture for me to take them, and I oblige her. I'm carefully guided out of the car and to my feet. Santana studies my face for a second before giving me a mischievous little smile. She turns her back to me and looks over her shoulder, raising her eyebrows. I realize then what she wants and I can't help but smile back at her, even though I think I'm way too heavy for her to carry. I know she'll insist though, so I hop lightly onto her back and wrap my arms around her neck. I feel her arms wrap underneath my legs and she does a little hop to sit me up on her back a bit higher.

"Hey Ma, can you grab our bags?" She asks Mrs. L, who has walked back into the garage after carrying all of my paperwork inside.

Mrs. Lopez gives us a smile and says, "of course," before walking over and kissing us both on the cheek.

Santana does a little hop again, and then starts walking inside. When we're out of sight I plant a small kiss to the exposed skin just above the collar of her Cheerios uniform and smile at the little shiver that runs through her body. I rest my forehead against her back for a second, but look up when I feel her climbing the stairs. She's steady, leaning forward slightly to keep her balance, but you'd never think she's carrying someone with at least 20 lbs on her by the way she glides smoothly up the stairwell and to her room. She keeps her arm hooked under my leg, but angles herself so that she can turn the knob and walk us both in.

Santana turns her back to the bed and squats down until she feels my butt hit the bed, then releases my legs as I let go of her neck. She turns around and leans down to kiss my forehead.

"Stay," she commands, then turns and heads out the door.

I listen to her descend the stairs and then pull myself up to lean on the pillows. I sit and think about how lucky I am to have been brought into this family. They are amazing in general, but with everything that happened today, I don't know what I would have done without each of them.

Mr. Lopez, well I guess Dr. Lopez, even though he won't let me call him that, met me the moment I came into the emergency room and helped me understand all of the different tests they were doing. He'd given me a big smile when the baby's heartbeat came across loud and strong during the ultrasound they did. Mrs. Lopez came straight to the hospital from work and stayed by my side until they decided that the baby and I were both okay. Since I'm a minor and technically still in the custody of my parents, she'd dealt with having herself named my guardian in loco parentis. The Lopez's were granted temporary emergency guardianship to make all of my medical decisions. And Santana was, well, her typical, amazing self throughout the whole ordeal.

She and Britt refused to leave my side at all until Santana's dad finally insisted so that the nurses could get access to me, and even then they just moved back a few feet until everyone was done. When the curtain was finally closed, leaving the three of us alone for a moment, she hadn't even hesitated. She leapt forward and planted her lips on mine tenderly before whispering I love you and going back to holding my hand. Brittany had given us both a broad smile at that and said jeez, finally. The two of them kept me laughing until Britt had to go, and I'd watched them hug goodbye fiercely without even the barest hint of jealousy. I have a renewed appreciation for what an amazing friend Britt really is after today.

My hands down favorite moment with Santana was the 3D ultrasound. Her dad had let her stay by my side for that one since they'd already done a regular ultrasound to check on the baby. Mr. L just did the 3D one because he claimed it was "so much cooler" (which was totally true). San was gripping the side of the bed and standing stiffly, looking rather nervous, until she heard that little heartbeat pumping. Her jaw dropped and her eyes watered instantly, and I couldn't help but beam up at her. When the 3D picture popped up I felt Santana sink down into the chair next to my bed and grab my hand. We both watched in awe as this tiny little baby was revealed, looking honestly much more human than I had expected. I couldn't stop staring at the little being on the screen, but had to laugh when I heard a quiet wow come from beside me. When Mr. L finished up and carted the machine away, Santana had leaned forward and kissed my forehead before whispering she's beautiful, Quinn. Of course, I'd cried, and of course, she'd climbed onto my bed next to me and held me until I eventually stopped.

It's been a long night, and certainly far from ideal, but I'm so undeniably blessed that I can't bring myself to feel anything but grateful at this point. I really wish I'd been able to tell Finn everything on my terms, but I can't even be that mad at Rachel. I can't say the same for Santana, but I keep telling her to let it go. Finn needed to know and Rachel told him. She had no way of knowing I intended to do it myself. In any case, what's done is done.

"Okay, Lucy Q, I've made you some soup, which you will eat, and I've got some nice chamomile tea and a glass of water. But first, we need to get you changed into some comfy PJs."

Santana sets a tray on her desk and turns to me. I immediately smell bacon, of all things.

"What are you going to eat?" I ask curiously. Pretty sure it's something with bacon.

"Oh I had my mom run out and grab me a Baconator from Wendy's. Here you go."

She hands me some shorts and a tank top, then steps away to close the bedroom door. When she comes back, she immediately reaches out and starts undoing the braid in my hair. I can tell she's ignoring my pleading expression. She knows there's no way she can eat a delicious hamburger in front of me and make me eat soup, right?

"Q, you gotta sit up and help me or we're never gonna get you changed."

"But…bacon…" I know I sound pathetic. In fact, I'm counting on it.

"Honestly, Quinn. Do you really think I'd get myself Wendy's and bring you soup? You know me better than that. I got us both Baconators, and fries, and of course a Frosty to dip our fries in."

Santana is giving me a teasing grin, and I swat her arm for being so cruel. I quickly pull the cardigan and dress I'm wearing off, and then reach behind me to unclasp my bra without a moment's hesitation. Santana literally jumps off the bed in shock and turns her back.

"QUINN!" she squeals at me.

"Sorry babe," I say playfully as I pull the tank and shorts on, "but I really want that bacon."

"You're awful, Lucy Quinn Fabray. Like, literally the worst. I'm not sure I even want to know you."

As she's talking she climbs onto the bed and straddles my legs, leaning down to give me a long, soft kiss.

"Mmmm…maybe, but….you're stuck…with me."

Santana interrupts my brilliant comeback with sexy, indulgent kisses to my jaw and neck.

As soon as I reach up to pull her closer to me, she sits up abruptly and smirks proudly.

"Let's eat, shall we?"

She has that damn eyebrow cocked and she looks sooo smug. It'd be annoying if it wasn't so sexy.

"I hate you."

"Uh huh."

She gets up to grab our dinners off the desktop and I'd admire the view as she bends down to pick up a stray French fry. I'd whistle if I wasn't so distracted.

Somehow this girl has managed to turn an absolutely awful evening into a night I'll remember fondly. How is she even real?

God, I have no idea how I managed to land Santana Lopez. I just know that I am desperately, irrevocably in love with her.