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Rating: K+
"Rachel, what am I going to do? What am I going to do?"
Rachel held her blonde friend in her arms. Quinn was crying into her shoulder, the tears falling thick and fast. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know how she could calm her.
It was half two in the afternoon and they had not long been back from the doctors surgery. It had taken longer than they had expected and they hadn't made it back to school. It had been hard arriving back from the doctors. They had had to sneak past Maggie and Jamie, the two care-workers on their way in. Rachel had had to literally drag Quinn up the stairs and into their room so they wouldn't be seen. You could tell the blonde was devastated, confused and most of all shocked.
"It's going to be okay Quinn." She told her, rather lamely.
Quinn sniffed and pulled away slightly, looking up at her.
"How?" She cried. "How will this be okay? I'm pregnant! With child! Puck's child!"
Rachel regretted her words.
"I know, I know." she said.
Quinn sat up, crossing her legs. She wiped her tears away.
"We just have to come up with a plan." Rachel said calmly.
"Okay..." Quinn breathed.
Rachel nodded and took a moment before she started to talk again.
"Right...first things first. Do you want to keep it?" She asked.
Quinn scratched Rachel's duvet underneath her.
"Yes, I think I do." she breathed.
"Okay. Okay. Well, do you want to be a full time mom?" Rachel asked.
Quinn shut her eyes, sighing sadly.
"I don't know, I don't think I'm ready..." she said.
"Adoption?"
Quinn snapped her eyes open.
"Are you kidding me? Put it in a care home? I couldn't do that! I've been shoved from care home to foster parents and back again all my life! I wouldn't do that to a kid!" she said.
"Okay, okay."
Rachel thought for a moment.
"Do you think that maybe you should tell Maggie?" she said.
"Are you serious? She'll totally go of it!" Quinn cried.
"Oh Quinn! You know she won't!" Rachel told her. "She's the best care-worker we've had...well, ever!"
Quinn dropped her head into her hands.
"I have to think about what I'm going to do." she all but whispered. "Get my head sorted, then I'll go to Maggie."
Rachel nodded and decided not to push her any further than that. This was going to be the start of a very emotional nine months.
xxxxxxx
"Yo Mags!"
"Yo? Who says 'Yo'?"
Puck smiled as head care-worker Maggie Lorre looked up from the paper she was reading at her desk. Her faint London accent always made the word 'Yo' sound weird to Puck.
"What's up Noah?" she asked smiling.
"I've lost my hair gel, it's been stolen." he said, perching himself on the edge of her desk.
She looked at him blankly, pushing her pink reading glasses up on her head.
"And?"
Puck's eyebrows came together.
"My hair gel had been stolen." he stated again.
Maggie put her legs up on the desk and folded her arms.
"What do you want me to do about it?" she asked.
"Find whoever did it." he told her.
She moved a strand of dark red hair that was tickling her neck and dropped her head to one side.
"Okay...okay. So you want me to get everyone out of their rooms so I can search for your hair gel?" she said.
Puck nodded.
"Yeah!"
"...no..."
"Maggie!"
"Noah!"
Puck stood up sulking.
"That's not cool Mags."
Maggie stuck out her bottom lip.
"I don't care." she smiled. "Now go on and do your homework before dinner."
Puck stuck his Tongue out at her.
"That's so childish." she said, sticking out hers too.
Puck laughed as she threw her pen at him.
"Go on! Homework!" she laughed.
"Okay, okay."
He closed the door, smiling. Then made his way down the hall to see if he could copy Finn's homework.
xxxxxx
"Hey Santana?"
Santana looked over her magazine. To the little blonde girl standing in front of her.
"What's up May?" she asked.
The girl sniffed.
"I hate school."
Santana frowned. May was the brightest of all the kids in the home and she had always loved school. She was always teaching Brittany sums and showing off to Puck with her spellings. She had never hatred school. Not once in all her 7 years of life. She put down her magazine and pulled the girl onto the couch next to her.
"Why? I thought you loved school."
"I hate it. I never want to go back." May mumbled.
Santana frowned.
"May, is someone picking on you?" she asked the girl.
"...do you promise not to tell anyone?" May asked.
"Well..."
"San."
"Okay, I won't tell anyone, what is it?"
"A group of girls are picking on me..."
Santana's heart dropped. Oh hell no!
"Since when?"
"A few weeks ago..."
"A few weeks! May, why didn't you tell anyone sooner?"
"I didn't want to get into trouble."
Santana sighed and wrapped an arm around the girl.
"You won't get into trouble." she told her gently.
May looked up at her, clear blue eyes shining.
"I won't?" she asked.
"No." Santana assured her.
They sat quietly for a moment before Santana broke the silence.
"Are you ready to tell Maggie yet?" she asked the little girl.
She felt May sigh against her.
"I suppose..."
The Latina smiled.
"Come on then, I'll go with you."
"Thanks Santana." May said.
They got up from the couch, May scratching her head. Santana looked down at her.
"Is your head itchy?" she asked.
"Yes, it has been all day." May told her.
Just then the door opened and in walked Eric, a little boy who had been with them since birth. He was also scratching his head.
"Oh my god..." Santana muttered.
"What?"
She quickly pulled May towards her and examined the top of her head.
"No...not again...MAGGIE!"