Sorry this took so long and Happy New Year!
I don't own Glee or The Back-Up Plan, but I do own any mistakes...
Enjoy!
It only took a few moments before Puck was scooping the tiny diva up and was running with her bridal style out of the hall with Quinn, Brittany, Santana, and Mercedes following closely behind them.
"We can take my car, it's the fastest." Santana spoke as she simultaneously waved over the valet.
"No my rental is bigger we can all fit in it." Puck grunted adjusting the quietly groaning woman in his arms.
"We don't need to all fit, you need to get there fast." The Latina argued.
"Just back off for once, Satan."
"You stop being a bonehead and I will."
"Are you serious? Both of you shut-up! We're taking Puck's car. Mercedes you drive. Puck I'm going to get in you're going to lay Rachel's head in my lap then get in the passenger seat..."
"I want to come too..." Brittany stepped forward as the valet raced off to grab Puck's rental.
"What about the party? You two should stay, enjoy your night, it's probably nothing." Quinn lied, knowing that whatever was happening it wasn't nothing, but also knowing that Rachel would hate if she ruined the two women's night.
"It is so something...Rachy's having the babies so let's go!" The taller blonde enthused and Quinn looked at her other best friend.
"You heard the woman, Q, let's go!" Santana repeated.
Quinn nodded resolutely just as the valet arrived with the car. Mercedes took the driver seat from the young man. Quinn got into th back seat and waited until Puck settled the pregnant woman with her head in the blonde's lap. Somehow Brittany and Santana managed to squeeze in next to her with Rachel's legs resting across their laps.
"I'm sorry I'm being so much trouble..." Rachel apologized lowly.
"Hey," Quinn brushed strands of brown hair behind her ear, "don't apologize, just hold on, ok?"
"Mhmm.." Rachel nodded as Mercedes pulled away from the curb.
"Rachel, I love you as much as I can love a hobbit, but if you ruin my dress with anymore baby goo one of those babies best be named after Mama Santana." The Latina groused as the filled car turned a corner.
"Sanny, be nice..." Brittany elbowed her fiancee.
" I am, I coulda said I would kill her, but seeing as she's about to give birth I softened up, jeeez..."
"Shut-up." Quinn commanded sternly brushing the brunette's hair. The diva for her part just kept reciting how sorry she was for everything under the sun. "Stop apologizing Rae, you didn't do anything wrong, ok? Move this boat, Cedes!"
"Moving as fast as I can, Q," The black woman grunted, "hospital's coming up..."
Mercedes eased the car into the emergency drop-off and the five other passengers maneuvered themselves from the vehicle. Puck adjusted Rachel in his arms making sure that her head was properly supported and raced ahead only beaten to the nurses' station by a frantic Quinn.
"We need Doctor Farley! Tell him Rachel Berry's triplets are coming, now!"
"Ma'am, you're going to need to calm down..."
"And you're going to need to start paging my girlfriend's doctor before I jump across this desk and do it my damn self."
The head nurse's blue eyes narrowed to slits before she grabbed the phone in front of her an put in a page for Dr. Farley.
"Now, if you're quite finished with your histrionics, Ma'am, there's paperwork to fill out." The nurse shoved the clipboard of papers across the counter at Quinn who growled an scooped the board and began to fill in the information.
"Quinn? Rachel?" She looked up from the questions at the sound of Dr. Farley's voice.
"Her water broke and she's having contractions..." Quinn raced out not bothering with a proper greeting for the man.
"Ok..ok...everything's going to be fine..." He nodded at two orderlies and they brought over a bed on rollers. Puck lay the grimacing diva on the gurney and the orderlies turned to bed so her feet faced away from the group.
"I want Quinn...Please...I want Quinn..." Rachel groaned reaching a hand out.
"Of course, Rachel..." Quinn replied and Dr. Farley nodded.
"We'll get you into some scrubs, ok."
Quinn nodded again and let Rachel grip her hand tightly. She looked back at their friends before they pushed through the double doors and spoke: "Someone call Artie."
An hour later Quinn stood beside Rachel's bed wincing at the amount of pressure the small diva was putting on her hand. They had decked her out in a pair of blue scrubs and a cap for her hair. She'd aided Rachel in removing her outfit though it was pretty much ruined from when her water broke. The room was mostly empty except for the machines they had hooked up and the occasional scurrying nurse. Doctor Farley had said that Rachel wasn't ready yet, they still had time, but the way Quinn's hand was throbbing she wished it was already over.
"Okay, how's Mommy?" Dr. Farley's overly cheery voice came from the doorway as he strolled inside.
"I wanna go home..." Rachel cried.
"Not yet, first we gotta meet you're babies...don't you want to meet you're babies?"
"Mhmmm..." The brunette sniffled and nodded.
"And how's the girlfriend, nervous?"
"My hand's numb..." Quinn grimaced.
The doctor smiled and checked the chart at the end of the bed. He watched Rachel's face and the hand she had gripping Quinn's and looked at his watch.
"It's time..." His smile widened and he walked to the doorway ducking out before reappearing with two nurses.
They hiked Rachel's legs up draping a cloth between her upper and lower body. Quinn used her good hand to caress the pregnant woman's face. Because of risk factors concerning multiples' birth they were conducting a caesarian section. Rachel felt mostly numb below her breast. She took a shaky breath as Dr. Farley ducked his head. Quinn could hardly watch. She could see inside Rachel and it made her worry that the other woman wouldn't be okay, that the babies wouldn't be okay. She worried her lower lip between her teeth and watched in awe as the doctor pulled out the first of the triplets.
"First one's a boy..." He called out before he was cut off by the piercing scream coming from the newborn's mouth "...nice set of pipes...must get it from Mom..."
"Liam..." Rachel breathed out with a weary smile. Dr. Farley handed the child to a nurse who snipped the umbilical cord and then rushed the still whimpering boy from the room.
"Alright one down, two more to go...you're doing perfectly babe..." Quinn cooed as Dr. Farley ducked down again working inside the small diva's lower body.
"Tricky...tricky...tricky..." The doctor mumbled shifting Rachel's innards to get a hand on the second child.
"Just a second...yep...gotcha...second baby, another boy not quite as voracious of a scream, but still letting us know he's here." He straightened with the second boy in his hand. He was smaller than the first boy, but unlike the first he had a tuft of brown hair down the middle of his head reminding Quinn of high school Puckerman's mohawk. She cringed slightly at the implication.
"Abram..." Rachel's eyes fluttered. Again the baby's cord was snipped and the second nurse hurried him away.
"Just one more okay..." Quinn lit a kiss on Rachel's forehead.
"Okay...okay...Quinn...I wanted to apolo-"
"Shhhh...after." Quinn whispered.
"Alright, we're almost done." The doctor leaned over concern clear on his face. He stood and walked briskly towards the door motioning for someone.
"What's going on? What's the problem...?" Rachel's voice was edged with hysteria.
"Calm down, Rachel...I need you to remain calm. Everything's going to be fine. Your third baby seems to be wrapped in the cord and blocked by part of your intestine. I just need a hand..." Dr. Farley said soothingly as he and the other doctor began to work to get the third child out.
"You heard him, Rae...everything is going to be okay..."
"Alright...Alright...here...cut there...careful, careful..." The second doctor whispered.
"Mhm." Quinn felt Rachel's nails dig into her wrist and she was sure that by the time this was over she would be bleeding.
"Easy, Carl, easy..." Dr. Farley mumbled.
"Looks like we got a girl, tiny little thing..." The other doctor rose with the last baby in his hands. She was significantly smaller than both the boys and Quinn worried.
"Is she ok?" Quinn asked eyebrows knitting as the girl's whimpers became louder.
"She's small but she seems like a fighter...she'll probably have to be incubated longer than the other two. Don't worry."
"Quincy..." Rachel mumbled.
"What?"
"I want to name her Quincy...after you..Quinn and Lucy...I've..I've thought about it for a whil-" Rachel's eyelids drooped lower.
"Rachel? Rae? Doc, what's happening?" Quinn asked frantic as Rachel grip went slack.
"Rachel?" He looked concerned at the new mother and then the beeping from the heart monitor became louder and more hectic.
"Quinn, you're going to have to leave...Quinn!" He yelled snapping the blonde out of her stupor.
"But Rachel...Rachel!" She screeched.
"Quinn, get a hold of yourself. Rachel needs you to remain calm." The doctor shook her byy the shoulder then turned her and pushed her out of the room as an army of nurses rushed in.
Duh duh dum...
Don't worry I would never do anything too drastic...
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