Sorry guys for the delay! It's moveout day of the apartment and things have been hectic! I only planned to have 3 chapters but it looks like there may be one more!
Also, how amazing was the finale? The only thing I object to is Shelby completely disregarding Rachel when she needs her and wasting no time to grab Quinn's baby for her own (I was hoping she would keep Beth! Did you see Puck? It's obvious he loves his daughter and Quinn!) And the Bohemian Rhapsody/birth of Beth mashup was brilliant!
Anyways, back to the story. Thanks to kgleek101 and chelle2911 for the reviews and the others who favourited/ put my story on alert!
Quinn knew it wasn't going to be easy. Had she witnessed "the miracle of birth" tape 9 months earlier, she wouldn't be in this predicament she was in now. Miracle of birth? Whoever had said that was clearly as deluded as Sue was of her "celebrity status".
She bore down with everything she had as a contraction began, no longer able to fight the urge to push but suppressing a scream as her body felt like it was being split into two.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. She was supposed to be in a hospital, two weeks from now with Puck at her side, to support her and hold her hand through the whole process.
But things never go the way planned did they? And she was exhibit A.
After the pain had subsided, Quinn collapsed back on the toilet; her shuddering body completely entrenched with sweat and tears. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out. The contractions were coming at just minutes apart and her trying to stop herself from pushing with each contraction was like fighting a losing battle.
Then she heard what seemed to be approaching footsteps from the hallway.
"Is anyone out there?" Quinn managed to choke out. "I'm having my baby. Please help me!"
The footsteps stopped.
"I'm in the bath…" Quinn let out a small scream as another contraction overtook her, unable to finish her sentence.
She could hear the door began to creak open. "Hello?"
"Brittany!" An angry female voice called out. "How many times do I have to tell you to stay right behind me?"
The door shut close. "Sorry, San" A small muffled voice responded back. "I, I was just trying to not step on the lines on the floor because if I step on a crack, it's gonna break my momma's ba.."
"Dammit, Brittany!" The other voice cut her off. "We need to find Quinn. For all we know she could be off in some bathroom having her mohawked bastard child as we speak. And at this rate, the first we will be hearing about it is from Lima Daily the next day."
"Santana! Brittany! I'm in here!" Quinn cried out.
There was a brief silence. "What the? Quinn?" She hears the bathroom door open and a shuffling of footsteps and the stallroom door swings open and Santana and Brittany are there.
"Quinn…" Santana's eyes dart from a teary-eyed, heavily-breathing Quinn on the toilet to the discarded clothes on the floor and back to Quinn and her eyes widen with realization, and she drops to her knees.
"Shit Quinn," She pushes aside a damp lock of hair, a worried look in her eyes.
Quinn was slightly taken aback. Santana wasn't one to express emotions such as fear or sympathy.
"Sorry about the bastard child comment thing I said earlier, but what the hell were you thinking running off to have your kid on the floor of the restroom like some damn dog?" She scolded, her brows pulled into a furrow "Why didn't you say anything? We've got everyone out there looking for you."
"I'm sorry!" Quinn sputtered, fresh tears clouding her puffy red eyes. "I started getting contractions this morning, but I thought they were just Braxton Hicks, and when they got worse I didn't want to say anything because it's Regionals and you guys needed me today and I thought I could hold off until after results but I, I just couldn't." Her words came out in a hurried, almost indecipherable weepy jumble. "I was just going to go the bathroom really quick to collect myself and I wasn't paying attention and I ended up all the way here, and then my water broke, and…oh no." Her body begins to tense, "another contraction."
Quinn's face pulled into a painful grimace and her knuckles turned white from holding onto the railing so tightly. "Ow, God San, it hurts so bad."
"Just breathe Q." Santana reassured her, taking her hand. "Brittany." She turned to look back at the taller blonde. "Call 911 and tell them to send an ambulance."
"What number do I call?"
Santana let out an exasperated sigh. "Just give me your phone."
Quinn watched as Brittany fumbled with her dress. "I think I lost it. I put it right here," She points to the crevice between her breasts, "before the performance, and now it's…gone." A blank look comes over her face as she stares at her empty hands. Oh Brittany Quinn thought.
Santana lets out a frustrated sigh and looks at Quinn apologetically and releases her hand and stands up. "Just stay with her. I'll go find help." She instructs to Brittany as she leaves.
Brittany's head snaps up, "But…but, San." Quinn can see the panic setting in, "I'm not very good with kids." But Santana is already gone.
Brittany turns to Quinn, who has a pained expression plastered across her face as she works through a contraction.
"Does it hurt?"
Quinn manages a small nod. "Yeah. Probably the most painful and hardest thing I've ever done and will ever do." She says through gritted teeth.
Brittany's eyes widen. "Like multiplication hard?" Her voice is barely above a whisper and Quinn can feel her eyes staring intently at her.
"Something like that."
The room falls silent for a moment.
"Hey Quinn?"
"Yeah?"
"Did you know that male sea horses are the ones that have the babies?"
Quinn lets out a small laugh. It was short lived as another contraction hit and she cried out. Brittany slips her hand into hers and Quinn wishes more than anything right there and than that she was a seahorse.
