So much for getting this all in before the season finale. My apologizes. Sometime between the last chapter and this one, I've flown to another country and have had little time to write between visiting relatives and readying myself for school related studies. Thanks to all who have reviewed/favourited/put this story on alert. Last installment!


It had only been a minute since Santana had left but Quinn was in near hysterics.

As she struggled through another painful contraction, Brittany took Quinn's giant swell between her hands, affectionately naming the baby "Carlos" and lightly rapping the rippling stomach, gently chastising "Carlos" for giving "his" mommy such a hard time.

She also had tried to assuade Quinn's fears of having her baby on the bathroom floor by firmly pressing a tampon into Quinn's palm, adding also that was great for stopping nosebleeds.

Suddenly there were echos of shoes slapping against the linoleum floor coming from the hallway, followed by a chorus of voices.

"Which way is it?"

"Right, no, left."

"Santana, time is of the essence here. It is imperative..."

"Shut it Berry, no one cares about anything you have to say."

Artie's voice piped in. "As much as I'd like to see this blossom into a catfight, we need to not be distracted. Since Santana cannot remember which way to go, I'm taking a gamble and I say we go right."

"And why would..."

"Let's just go!" Another male voice exclaimed. Finn.

Quinn felt a tugging at her arm. "San's out there." Brittany exclaimed brightly.

Quinn nodded in acknowledgement. Wanting to make the most of the break in between contractions and the comic relief the group outside was unknowingly providing, Quinn pressed her finger to her lips indicating to Brittany to keep quiet.

Brittany leaned in close and lowered her voice to a whisper. "Is this a secret?"

Quinn smiled. "Yes" she replied, absentmindedly rubbing her stomach.

"Just like how San says we can't tell anyone we are not dating?"

Quinn quirked her eyebrow, slightly confused. Then she recalled a gossip session that she had overheard between Kurt and Mercedes about Brittany letting it slip that she and Santana were having sex. Something about having sex not meaning they were dating.

The footsteps began again and then there was an ear-piercing shriek.

"My foot! Abhrams I swear if you broke my foot, you better start praying because if Coach finds out about this, and me being the head cheerleader..."

"It's not my fault! You walked right into the path of my wheel! I said right, not left!" Quinn detected a hint of fear in Artie's voice. Who could blame the guy? Sue practically thrived on the fear she instilled in others.

"Y-you guys. Th-th-there's a bathroom here."

Suddenly, everyone was clamoring to get through the doorway.

"Ow Finn, you oversized oaf, I must ask you to immediately remove your elbow from my breast."

Santana's voice cut in. "How about you take your own advice Berry? Get your paws off of mine. Move it and let me through!"

"Don't you dare shove me! Are you not aware that I have two gay dads that will stop at nothing..."

"Is that a threat Berry, because I can smack you down faster than you can finish that sentence. And the whole 'I've got two dads' thing is seriously getting old."

Artie's voice piped in. "Is it odd that I find this slightly arousing?" There was a pause. "No? Just me?"

Quinn tugged down her dress just as Rachel came barreling in with the others at her heels.

Rachel's eyes went wide as she took in the scene.

"Finn, pick Quinn up and take her to the car." Rachel ordered in her typical take-charge fashion.

Quinn shook her head vigorously as the all too familiar feeling of the beginnings of a contraction began. "No, Berry, I don't think I'm going to make it. This baby is coming now." Then she let out a large gasp.

Rachel immediately ran to her side, knocking Brittany aside."What? What's wrong?"

Something was different. Something down there. Quinn's hand unconsciously flew in between her legs, and she could see the guys divert their eyes nervously.

"Oh my God." She breathed. Her fingers were met with a foreign object. A wet, firm, fuzzy protrusion. Quinn's panic stricken eyes connected with Rachel's. "I can feel the baby's head."

Rachel began to pace. "Ok, don't panic, don't panic." She turned to the crowd. "Ok, we need towels, sterile scissors, um," She threw her hands up in the air, "someone boil some water!"

Quinn felt an urgent tugging at her elbow. She was met with a horrified look on Brittany's face. "Is she going to cook the baby?"

Quinn shook her head. "No Brit," She patted the girl's arm reassuringly.

"Seriously Berry?" Santana pushed her way through the crowd and made her way over the Quinn. Rachel looked a bit perturbed but didn't say anything.

"First let's get you off this thing ok?" She motioned to the toilet, "Let's at least give the girl a chance to cultivate her popularity before we lower her to Berry's level with a swirly. Can you get up?"

Suddenly, everyone jumped to Quinn, all of them eager to be of some help, offering a helping hand. Santana laid down Mike's coat while the rest slowly eased the heavily pregnant girl down on the floor.

Santana dropped to her knees in front of Quinn. "I'm going to look down there ok? And no funny business I promise." Quinn bit her lip nodded, her face flushed a deep red not just from effort but from any sense of modesty she had hoped to retain. She was suddenly aware of the dozen pair of eyes intently watching her.

It did not go unnoticed by the Latina and her head snapped around to the fidgety group behind her. Everyone understood and turned their heads away. Santana took a deep breath and gingerly lifted the bottom of the dress. Quinn saw her eyes go wide."Oh God Q, there's the top of the head." Then she let out a small laugh. "It's hard to tell at this point but I think I can see a tiny Mohawk there."

Brittany clapped her hands excitedly. "I wanna see!" Before Quinn could protest the bubbly blonde was already peering in between her legs.

Quinn felt her face turn hot. "Speaking of mohawks," Quinn began, trying to distract the other wandering curious eyes. "where the hell is…"

"Watch it Puckerman!" Quinn heard Rachel exclaim as Puck came blundering through, shoving the others aside in his haste. The rest of the Glee clubbers followed a few seconds later. There were a few "watch it's" and grunts as the newcomers were accommodated. It was getting chaotic in the girl's bathroom.

"Where is she? Where is she?" Puck demanded. He was red-faced and breathing heavily. Everyone pointed to Quinn in unison. "Fuck babe, did I miss it? Wait, no?" He tripped over his words as they came out in a hurry. "Ok, we need to get to the hospital. Or should we wait for the ambulance? Why are they taking so lo.."

"Shut up Puckerman." Quinn cut him off. She grimaced as a pain knifed through her back and the inevitable urge to push came. "San," She began.

Santana nodded in understanding, "Alright, everyone out." She snapped at the group.

"Excuuse me?" Mercedes forehead wrinkled as her eyebrows furrowed, clearly agitated at being told what to do, especially by Santana. It was no secret that the two weren't very fond of each other. "And who the hell made you the baby doctor?"

"I helped deliver two of my sister's babies." Santana retorted loudly, rolling her eyes. "I'm Quinn's best bet until the paramedics get here." She looked back to the struggling blonde. "Just say the word and I will have them out."

Rachel crossed her arms indignantly. "I'm not going anywhere." She pursed her lips and stomped her foot for effect. "It's obvious Quinn needs our support."

"Out." Santana replied firmly, pointing towards the exit. Her mouth was drawn in a tight line and her eyes narrowed dangerously. If looks could kill… the kids were practically stubling over each other as they ran for the exit, not needing to be told twice, only Rachel, and Brittany (well that was to be expected) stood their ground.

"Whoa." Quinn heard Matt say from the door. "There is a crowd of people out here."

Santana scowled in disapproval. "Tell them to get the hell out." She turned her attention back to the pregnant girl and placed her hand on Quinn's bent knee and looked her right in the eye. "This is it, Q, whether you are ready or not this baby is coming. We've already sent for the paramedics and I don't know how much longer until they get here but I'll help you out until they do. Alright?"

Before she could respond Quinn was overcame with excruciating pain. Just when she thought it just couldn't possibly get worse, the next contraction always seemed to outdo the previous. She let the other know of her pain with a goosebump inducing scream. Santana immediately jumped into action.

"Puck, get behind Quinn and support her. Brittany, get some wet paper towels to help cool her down. Berry…just stand in that corner, face the wall and be quiet."

Rachel opened her mouth to object but Santana shot her a glare and she clamped her mouth shut. Quinn heard her mutter under her breath about how she was always unappreciated and how everyone was always out to tear her down and destroy her dreams of becoming a Broadway star. At that point Quinn started phasing her out.

Santana dismissed her with a wave of her hand. "Kurt," Santana called out to his retreating back. He looked back questioningly. "Your coat."

Quinn could hear him gag. "Oh god, it's Armani." Quinn swore she saw tears in his eyes as he begrudgingly handed it over. Mercedes consoled him as they walked out the door after Santana had pried the coat from his fingers.

Puck slid behind Quinn, careful to not cause her anymore discomfort she was already in and wrapped his strong arms protectively over her burgeoning belly. Her exhausted form molded into his. "Let's do this." He whispered encouragingly into her ear.

She nodded weakly before pushing herself up, readying for the next contraction.

"Alright Q, push if you have to." Santana encouraged from between her legs.

Quinn's whole body shook and her grip on Puck's hand tightened considerably, her perfectly manicured nails embedding into his skin, causing him to yelp loudly over her cries.

Quinn reached her arm around to grab Puck by the collar of his shirt and brought his face and inch from hers. "You think that hurts? Once you have pushed something the size of a watermelon out of your manhood, you can complain, until then I suggest that you keep quiet."

Puck simply nodded.

"Keep pushing Quinn, the head is crowning." Santana called out.

Brittany's face lit up from its resting place on Santana's shoulder. "She does have a Mohawk!" She giggled.

"Sweet!" Puck exclaimed from behind Quinn, "I wanna see." He stretched his neck out to catch a glimpse, jostling the pregnant girl a bit.

"Don't." Quinn warned. "If you try looking down there I will gouge your eyes out. This is all your fault. If you so much as think about having sex with me again, actually, if you even look or breathe in my direction, I will castrate you." There were a sudden rush of hormones and confusion and the next thing she knew, Quinn was drowning in a pool of tears.

"I'm so sorry Puck. This wasn't how it was supposed to be," Quinn cried into his neck. "She's too early and we are supposed to be in a hospital, and Ross and Jen to be here for the birth too."

Ross and Jen were the decided adoptive parents. After sitting through what seemed like a painstakingly endless amount of interviews, the next couple seemingly less satisfactory than the one before (and it didn't help that Puck vehemently opposed the whole thing and even reduced one woman to tears with his harsh interrogation), they managed to locate a nice couple from Kentucky, Ross and Jen.

"Shhh." Puck replied soothingly. "We'll worry about that later ok? Let's just focus on right now and getting our little girl here."

Our little girl. The words resounded and echoed in Quinn's mind. But she wasn't theirs to keep, as much as she wanted to, as much as Puck wanted to. It wouldn't be fair to their little girl. Quinn was practically homeless, and Puck was, well, Puck. As much as he had tried to prove to Quinn over and over again that they could raise the baby together, that they could be a family, they couldn't, they just couldn't.

Quinn was ripped from her thoughts as the region between her legs felt like it had been doused with gasoline and ignited and a chainsaw had been taken to it. "San." She gasped.

"You're doing great Q," Santana replied. "Getting out the head it the worst part, just keep pushing and it'll be over soon."

Quinn was in pure agony. "I feel like I'm going to split into two." She writhed in Puck's arms.

"Quinn," Puck took the back of her hand in his palm. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes," She replied hurriedly, "Just please make it stop." She begged.

He guided her hand in between her legs and pressed her hand firmly on the surrounding area of the baby's head. The pain seemed to wane a bit.

"Puck?" Quinn looked at him questioningly.

"It's something I read up on. Uh, from a baby book I bought." He looked at the ground sheepishly. "You just sort of, you know, help guide the baby's head out. Make's it easier, er, or some shit. And it helps with the pain and, uh, prevents you from…tearing and stuff."

Quinn could feel her eyes bulging out of her head. Tearing? "Oh God Puck, you bought baby books?"

"Uh, yeah." He scratched the back of his head with his free hand. "Just wanted to make it as easy on you, and stuff. Just want the best for my girls you know?"

Quinn grabbed the back of his head and pressed her lips onto his.

"Ugh," She heard Santana mutter in disgust.

After a few seconds Quinn pulled away. Her hazel eyes fixed with his deep brown ones. "You're amazing you know that?"

He grinned widely. "I'm Noah fucking Puckerman. I am a stud. You better damn fucking bet I am."

Ugh. Now there was the Puck everyone knew.

Quinn's body began to tingle again and she brought her other hand below.

"Another?" Santana questioned.

Quinn nodded.

"Can I?" Puck's hand hovered over hers.

Quinn nodded again, drawing in ragged uneven breaths as the pain intensified. God she was so tired.

Just as he laid his hand on hers, Quinn began to push. Her eyes widened with awe as she could feel the baby's head emerge into her hands.

"Whoa," She heard Puck whisper behind her, his neck was craned over her shoulder watching it all unfold.

"She's beautiful Quinn." Santana breathed. Quinn looked up to see tears forming in her eyes. Santana caught the blonde looking at her. "If you tell anyone I cried I'll deny it." She choked out, hastily wiping the tears away. Her head snapped to the exit as booming voices came from the hallway.

"Paramedics coming through! Everyone please move aside."

"Get out of the way you foul-mouthed, no-good mongrels." A voice barked. "Are you stupid? What part of get out of the way do you not understand?"

Oh God. Sue was out there. She would have a field day with this. No doubt she would find a way to torment Schuester with it.

"Come on Q," Santana encouraged. "You're so close."

Quinn winced as the shoulder's emerged. She secured her hands underneath the baby's underarms just as the paramedics made it through the door, and with Puck's help, gently pulled the slippery, tiny body onto her stomach.

Suddenly, Puck and Santana and Brittany were all talking at once, but nothing was processing for Quinn. She felt completely disoriented, in a daze of the events that had just unfolded.

Suddenly there was a hand on her shoulder. "Miss? Miss?"

Quinn looked up in surprise to see a uniformed woman crouched by her side. The woman smiled brightly. "Hi there, my name is Sarah. How about my partner and I," she motioned to the young man standing to the side with a stretcher, "Joseph, check you and your baby out to make sure you both are stable before we take you both to the hospital?"

Quinn just nodded numbly, her mind still hazy. Puck whispered something into her ear but she didn't quite catch it.

Quinn was immediately snapped out of her haze by a small gurgling. Her eyes focused on the source of the sound.

And there she was.

Quinn had planned to have the baby whisked away immediately into the arms of her adoptive parents. She knew seeing her would make it more difficult than it already was, that it could possibly change her mind.

She was looking up at Quinn. Her tiny wrinkled face twisted in a scowl, and her full lips pursed in that same way that earned Puck his nickname. Quinn's breath caught in her throat as the newborn's scowl disappeared and her daughter's hazel eyes locked with hers.

Quinn had told herself she wouldn't cry.

It was as if she understood, and after a brief moment her face scrunched up and her tiny body began to shudder and she began to wail.

The halls outside erupted in celebration, the walls ringing and resounding with shouts and applause.