Authors Note: Thank you so much for the reviews. They are very much appreciated! When I decided to write a Faberry fic, I was unsure what do with Puck, my first thought was to make him into a complete ass, but after his adorable Beth performance in Theatricality, and the fact that he is one of my favorites, I couldn't. I also could not see my story going the direction I wanted with him involved. So as much as it sucks, I decided to take the tragic route of killing him off. Also, I meant to mention this in the first chapter, but this takes place post Funk, however, Mercedes never invited Quinn to live with her. I also want your opinions on something, I am unsure if I want Puck's killers to be random thugs who were just after his wallet, or if it should be someone the Gleeks know, something more personal and intentional.

Rachel drove slowly through the streets of Lima, unsure how long she had actually been driving. Until she glanced at her clock and saw that it read 2:15. Crap. She said to herself, knowing her dads were probably going out of their minds with worry. She began heading back towards her house, knowing she would have to drive by Kurt's house, she would have to see the spot where Noah Puckerman died nearly five hours ago.

Holding her breath, she turned onto Warren Lane. Turning her head slowly to look at the side street where she stood a few hours ago. Slamming on the breaks in her yellow Volkswagon Bug when she saw someone sitting on the curb. She immediately recognized the person, long blonde hair, swollen stomach, white dress. She sighed as she put her car in park, hesitating before getting out. "Quinn?" She called out, getting no response from the other girl.

She moved closer, perhaps Quinn did not hear her call out. "Quinn!" She yelled, with a little more force. Quinn didn't move, her gaze frozen on the dry blood in the middle of the street, where Puck had laid. When Rachel got to Quinn's side, she slowly reached her hand out, placing it on the other girl's upper back. "Quinn you really shouldn't be here. You should go home."

Rachel was startled when Quinn laughed at the thought, she had been kicked out of her home, but slowly and surely she began to feel at home with Puck, but now he was gone, and she knew she couldn't go back there. "Home? You expect me to go home, to his house? Sleep in his bed? Smell his scent on the sheets? Be surrounded by all of his things, by all of his family?" Her laugh quickly turned into a cry.

Rachel was unsure of what to do, she clearly couldn't leave Quinn out here, whomever attacked Puck earlier was still around, they could be looking for another victim, plus even though it was late spring, there was a crisp breeze in the air, and she knew that couldn't be good for Quinn, or the baby. "Why don't you come with me then?" She offered, knowing she had no other choice.

Quinn focused her gaze back on the bloodied pavement, while Rachel focused hers on Quinn. There was dried blood in her messy blonde hair, and on the side of her face from where she had collapsed onto Puck. A bloodied handprint lay on the front of her dress, marking the place where Puck had felt his daughter move one last time, her hands were bloodstained from her CPR attempts as were her knees, and there were splatters of red all over her white cotton dress. The girl was a mess and Rachel knew she had to help her. "Quinn, did you hear me? I said you could come with me." Quinn continued to ignore Rachel, still staring at the blood, Rachel concluded that she was probably in shock and gently took her hand, all but forcing her over to the yellow Volkswagon.

The ride to Rachel's house was silent, Rachel focusing on the road, Quinn staring down at her lap, Rachel was unsure if she was staring at her baby bump or the bloodstains, it was probably a little bit of both. When she pulled in the driveway she got out, opening Quinn's door and taking her hand once again, leading her up the front porch steps and into the house. "Rachel Estelle Berry!" Her dad, Paul, a short man with thick glasses, exclaimed when he saw his daughter walk through the door. "We have been worried sick! You are-" He paused when he saw a blonde, bloody, pregnant girl slowly walk in after her.

Rachel ignored her dad and daddy's concerned and confused faces and turned to Quinn. "You need to take a shower. My room is upstairs, the second door on the right, my bathroom is attached to it, there are towels in the linen closet across from the sink." She instructed, surprised that Quinn just nodded and headed for the stairs, not meeting anyones eyes. Once she was sure Quinn had made it to the bathroom she ushered her dads into the living room, collapsing into their arms once they got to the couch.

"Care to tell us what is going on, sweetums?" Her daddy, Brian, a man that some would describe as tall, dark, and handsome asked, shooting a concerned look to his partner.

For the first time since finding Quinn, Rachel broke down into tears. "Noah, you remember Noah, right daddy? The boy I dated, the one with the mohawk."

Rachel's dads braced themselves, preparing for a story about how he broke her heart, concerned how the bloodied pregnant girl came into play.

"He was murdered tonight." The words were almost painful to speak, saying them made all of this too real. "Quinn, she's having his baby, and she was there when he died, we all were, but she was talking to him...he was talking about their baby...and then he just died..." Rachel was becoming hysterical, blubbering the words out between sobs. "Her parents kicked her out a long time ago, when they found out she was pregnant...she can't go to Noah's house..."

Her dads nodded in understanding, pulling their daughter closer to them. "I'm proud of you, my little sugar-bee." Brian said, fighting back his own tears. Horrified his daughter had just witnessed a murder. Rachel sat in her dads arms for what seemed like an eternity, just crying, just trying to get it out. She looked over at the clock, 4:00 am, she realized she never heard the shower turn on. "I should go check on Quinn." She wiped her wet face on her dad's shirt, ignoring his slight grimace, before heading upstairs.

She opened the door to her bedroom, noticing the bathroom door was shut. Well at least she made it into the bathroom. She thought to herself, attempting to stay positive. She gently knocked on the door. "Quinn?" She called out, getting no response. She sighed. "Quinn I'm coming in, you better be decent." She slowly opened the door, cautiously peeking her head around the corner.

Quinn sat up against the wall, tracing the bloody handprint on her dress with her delicate fingers. "Oh Quinn." Rachel walked over to her. "You really need to get into the shower." She got no response, she might as well be talking to one of her Broadway posters on her wall. She thought for a few minutes, debated whether or not what she planned to do crossed the line. Finally she stood up, grabbing Quinn's arm, leading her over to the toilet, gripping her shoulders and forcing the girl to sit down on the closed lid.. "I'm sorry Quinn. But I have to do this."

She slowly unzipped Quinn's dress, easing the girl's arms out of the straps. Quinn barely responded to the invasion of her personal space. Rachel bit her lip as she thought about how terribly this would have gone with pre-baby Quinn, the head bitch in charge. Rachel silently concluded that she would probably be dead by now. She cringed as she thought the word dead. Noah was dead. She gently lifted Quinn's arms up as she pulled the bloodstained dress off of her, tossing it aside, trying not to look at it, trying not to remember the events from earlier in the night. She was surprised at how huge Quinn's stomach was, the dresses she wore obviously did a good job of downplaying it. Rachel decided that leaving Quinn's bra and panties on was probably her best option as she grabbed a washcloth, wetting it with warm water and pouring some body soap onto to it. She gently began scrubbing Puck's blood off of Quinn's hands and arms, before moving to her knees, then up to her face and hair. Doing the best she could with only a washcloth.

Once she was satisfied with her efforts she guided the girl into the her room and sat her on the bed. Coming to the conclusion that all of her sleepwear would most likely be too small to cover Quinn's huge stomach, she softly excused herself to her dads' room, grabbing one of their t-shirts and pair of sweatpants. "Here you can put these on." She tried handing them to Quinn, who did nothing but continued to stare at the floor. Rachel sighed, pulling the t-shirt over the girl's head, grateful when Quinn made an effort to get her arms through the holes, she then put the sweats on her, excusing herself once again to get fresh sheets put on the guest bed. When she returned back to her room she found Quinn, curled in a ball, arms protectively around her stomach, sound asleep on her bed. Rachel smiled, relieved, hoping some sleep would do Quinn some good. She carefully covered her with a blanket, before curling up on the floor with her own blanket and pillow, hesitant to leave Quinn alone.

Quinn awoke the next morning and just for a brief second her mind forgot the events from the night before, then she remembered. Tears wet her face as she watched him die in her head, over and over again. Like a broken record player, that she thought could never be fixed. She looked around the bright room, wondering why Rachel Berry had picked her up last night, dragged her to her car, and then into her house. Her cheeks flushed red as she remembered Rachel cleaning her up, she was embarrassed, but it didn't seem to matter. Puck was dead, thats all that mattered.

She slowly got up and hesitantly walked into the hallway, hearing shushes of comfort and muffled sobs coming from the living room downstairs. Part of her wanted to run back into Rachel's room, hide from them all, but she knew she couldn't do that. She knew she had to pull herself together, thank the girl who took her in last night, and get out of their way. She headed towards the stairs and saw Rachel's head shoot of from its place on her father's chest as Quinn's foot made one of the stairs squeak. "Oh! You're up. Are you hungry? Do you need anything?" Rachel asked quickly, wiping the wet tears off of her face.

Quinn opened her mouth to respond to Rachel's questions, but all she could do was whisper a silent "I'm sorry." She looked over at the stranger holding Rachel, noticing the pity and sadness in his eyes. Her eyes shifted to Rachel's bloodshot orbs, realizing she wasn't the only who lost Puck, she wasn't the only one who watched him die. "I think I can walk to the Puckerman's, and get my car."

Brian sighed, the sadness in the girl's soft voice broke his hear. "Nonsense. We were just about to make lunch, you slept through breakfast." He gave her a kind smile before continuing. "Plus, its rare that our little Rach has friends over." He was trying to keep the conversation light, not wanting to mention the night before, not wanting to upset the the pregnant blonde.

Rachel cringed when her father referred to her and Quinn as friends, she was certain Quinn hated her. She searched Quinn's tearstained face for any sign of repulsion at the assumption her father made, stopping when Quinn's eyes met hers again. "I'm not really hungry." Quinn said, continuing down the stairs when she realized she had stopped halfway.

Paul stood up. "Well I see that you are eating for two, and I'm sure that little baby of yours may disagree with you. I make amazing pasta. Why don't you girls sit here and watch some t.v., and Brian and I will take care of everything."

Quinn sat down next to Rachel once her dads left. "I am sorry about last night." Quinn couldn't meet the other girls eyes this time, ashamed that Rachel had to take care of her, especially when she could tell that Rachel had been extremely affected by what happened.

"Please don't apologize Quinn. It was nothing. I really didn't mind at all." Rachel was unsure of what to else say so she quickly turned the television on, not bothering to check what channel it was on.

A loud voice boomed through the room. "Last night, at around 9:00 p.m. a William Mckinley High School student, described by family and friends as a bright young man, who was a good athlete and member of the high school's show choir, was stabbed to death near the corner of Warren Lane and Thompson Street. Authorities believe the motive behind Noah Puckerman's murder may have been robbery, however they are still investigating. Paramedics have informed us that the young man was dead on arrival, and no lifesaving techniques could be utilized. No suspects are in custody. If you have any information-"

Rachel quickly turned off the television, forcing her tears back, glancing over at Quinn who she could tell was doing the same. "Its okay, you can cry." She squeezed the blondes hand reassuringly.

"So can you." Quinn said, noticing the strain in Rachel's voice, she could she was fighting back sobs as well. Quinn surprised herself, pulling Rachel into a hug as they sat on the couch, crying harder as she remembered Puck doing the same for her on the nights when her pregnancy hormones got the best of her.

Breakfast was quiet, no one was sure of what to say. Rachel picked at her pasta, stealing glances at Quinn, who was forcing herself to eat, knowing it was good for the baby. She rubbed her stomach, noticing the baby had not been moving as much this morning. Thinking that perhaps her daughter knew her father wasn't there anymore, anxiously awaiting every kick, hiccup, and jab. "I will be out of your hair by this afternoon." She said as she brought her plate over to the sink, beginning to wash it before Brian insisted that she sit back down, and that he would be handling the cleanup.

Rachel glanced at her fathers, as if to beg them to bring up the conversation they all had before Quinn woke up. Knowing Quinn had nowhere to go, Rachel had decided as she attempted to sleep on the uncomfortable floor, that Quinn would be staying at the Berry's, her fathers quickly agreed, both of them too big-hearted to turn down a homeless, grieving, pregnant teenager. "Quinn, this morning we had a family meeting, and discussed that perhaps it would be in your best interest to stay with us, for a while, for as long as you needed."

Quinn furrowed her eyebrows together, never in a million years did she think she would be invited to stay with Rachel Berry, never in a million years did she think she would be so grateful to be invited to stay with Rachel Berry. "I couldn't do that." She protested. "I've been imposing on people ever since I got kicked out of my parents house-"

Brian cut her off. "But it wouldn't be an imposition. I know you don't want to go back to..." He paused before continuing. "the Puckerman home, and the stress of finding somewhere to stay is not good for the baby."

Quinn nodded, doing what was best for her baby always got her to give in. "I will do everything I can to not be a bother. I appreciate this so much, more than you all will ever know." She glanced over at Rachel, attempting to give her a gracious smile, but it came out as a sad, broken one instead. She remembered how Rachel's face had worry and embarrassment all over it when her daddy had referred to her and Quinn as friends. Are we friends? Quinn thought, part of her didn't think so, but then her mind drifted to last night the way Rachel had taken care of her, despite her own grief, when she couldn't take care of herself. The way Rachel gave up her bed for her. The fact that Rachel invited her to stay in her home. "I think it will be good, to have a friend around while going through this." The way Rachel face lit up, allowed her to stop the record player in her head for a brief second