Authors Note: Thank you starophie for your review, very much appreciated =) This chapter is a bit lighter than the others, focusing a bit more on the Faberry friendship that is forming. Also, I read some tweets from the Rachel Berry twitter page and the ones about her ferrets amused me far too much to not be added in this. Please please review! I appreciate them more than you know!

It was Sunday night, and Rachel had finally settled into a deep sleep when she was abruptly awoken by loud screams coming from the guest room, where Quinn had been sleeping. "The baby!" She said aloud as she shot out of bed, images of Quinn giving birth in the guest room flooding her mind. She ran out of her room, at the same time her fathers were darting down the hallway, obviously awakened by the screams. "Get towels!" She ordered. "Get the car ready!"

Paul flung the door to the guest room open, expecting to see Quinn hunched over during a contraction, Rachel shoved past him. "Quinn! Breathe! Do your lamaze!" She shouted, before stopping in her tracks, upon seeing Quinn crouching on top of the desk in the corner of the room, struggling against her swollen belly to maintain balance. "Quinn, I do not think that a desk is the best place to deliver your baby."

"I'm not in labor, Berry." Quinn hissed. "There is a creature in this room!" About that time, a ferret donning a sequined pink collar scurried from near the bed. "There it is! Kill it! Kill it!" Quinn shouted as she pointed to the small creature.

"Quinn!" Rachel was offended by her newfound friend's behavior, she scooped the ferret up, placing a small kiss on the top of his head. "That is Valerie Bertinelli! He and Mrs. Snuggleton are dear members of this family."

Quinn caught Mr. and Mr. Berry rolling their eyes, she was slightly embarrassed by her overreaction. "There is more than one of them?" Quinn felt slightly guilty when she saw how upset Rachel actually seemed over her dislike of her pets. "I'm sorry for waking you, that thing-I mean Valerie? was on the bed, she-I mean he? woke me up crawling on my face."

"It's okay Quinn, its happened to us a few times as well." Brian said giving her a reassuring smile. "Now you girls try and get some sleep, you have to be up for school in a few short hours."

Rachel nodded, taking Valerie Bertinelli to the other guest room, where he and Mrs. Snuggleton's cage was. Quinn squeezed her eyes shut at the thought of going to school. How was she supposed to go there without Puck? She groaned as she attempted to get herself off the desk, a seemingly impossible task for someone eight months pregnant. "Rachel!" She yelled when she saw dark hair go past the open door.

Rachel turned around and poked her head into the room. "Yes Quinn?"

Quinn's cheeks flushed with color and she looked down sheepishly. "Could you help me? I'm kind of stuck." Her voice was quiet, sometimes she hated not being able to do simple everyday tasks, like putting on her shoes, or getting off desks- okay fine, that wasn't an everyday task, but it should be relatively simple.

Rachel nodded, walking over the Quinn and holding her hand out, pulling the blonde down towards her. "I'm sorry about Valerie Bertinelli."

Quinn smiled, regretting it instantly, Puck would never smile again, why should she get to? "Its okay. I'm sorry for waking your entire family. I guess...I guess I've always been afraid of small critters like that."

Rachel raised her eyebrows. "Quinn Fabray scared? Puhlease." She said with a smile, the smile leaving her face quickly as she watched Quinn's face fall.

"I'm terrified now." Quinn admitted. "I don't know how to do this without him."

Rachel was silent for a few seconds. "Did you love him?" She asked quietly, she had always been curious about their relationship. One minute Quinn and Puck were canoodling during Glee, and the next he was dating her or Santana or Mercedes.

Quinn nodded, struggling against the tears that threatened to leave her eyes. "We weren't in a relationship, per se. But I did love him, it wasn't like a romantic love. It's hard to explain. I never told him though." Quinn's eyes fell to her hands.

"I'm sure he knew. I know he loved you too. It was obvious the way he would watch you. I'm so sorry Quinn."

Quinn sighed. "No I'm sorry. I wasn't the only person who was there, everyone was, and I've been so caught up in myself that I haven't even asked how you were doing."

Rachel shook her head in protest, but decided against arguing with the blonde, even though she knew she would win, no one beat Rachel Berry in arguments. "It doesn't matter Quinn. Are you going to be okay to go to school tomorrow?"

"I guess. I have to go back sometime. I can't afford to miss any days anyway, since I will be missing so many when the baby comes. Puck was very adamant that I maintain good attendance." Quinn paused, glancing up at Rachel. "I don't mean to be a bother, but I don't have anything to wear tomorrow."

Rachel's eyes widened, Quinn had been wearing various pairs of her fathers sweatpants and t-shirts, and she certainly couldn't go to school dressed that way. She glanced down at Quinn's stomach, which was stretching the fabric of the t-shirt it was under, Quinn's popped out belly button visible through the thin fabric. "Come to my room, there has got to be something you can fit into."

After an hour of sorting through Rachel's closet, Rachel thought they had found something somewhat suitable. "My grandmother always makes sweaters far too big for me, she isn't the best knitter."

Quinn fought the urge to vomit as she looked at herself in the mirror. "There are woodland creatures on this." She said through her teeth, staring at herself in the borderline too small hunter green sweater with chipmunks, squirrels, and what looked to be badgers plastered all over it. Her eyes traveled down to the pale blue skirt that sat awkwardly below her baby bump. "Why would you have something with an elastic waistband?" Quinn wondered out loud.

"It looked comfortable." Rachel shrugged. "We should probably lay down and try to sleep for a couple hours."

Quinn nodded, starting to walk out of the room, she stopped once she got to the door. "Rachel?"

"Yes, Quinn?" Rachel asked as she re-fluffed her pillow and pulled her sheets back down.

"Nevermind." Quinn said quietly, beginning to walk out the door.

Rachel could tell something was up. "Hey. Quinn wait what was it?"

"It was stupid. I was just going to ask if I could lay with you. I'm not used to sleeping alone, Puck and I shared a bed at his house and its...its just hard to get used to."

Rachel had never shared a bed with anyone before, not for an entire night at least. But she didn't hesitate. "Of course you can Quinn, this bed is definitely big enough for the two..well three of us." Quinn smiled, this time too grateful to feel guilty and headed over to the bed, trying to lay as far from Rachel as she could, not wanting to invade the girl's personal space anymore than she already was. Both girls ended up falling asleep eventually.

Rachel awoke just as the sun was coming up, feeling odd movement on her back, and one of Quinn's arms draped across her. It took her a few minutes to realize Quinn's stomach was pressed up against her back, they must have moved together sometime in the night, and the movements she felt was the baby moving around. Rachel smiled, feeling a new life move around somehow took away part of the grief she felt, it made her realize that life does go on, and there was hope for happiness in the future. She rolled over so she was facing Quinn and gently placed her hand on Quinn's stomach, wanting to feel the baby move around, knowing she would never be brave enough to do this while Quinn was awake.

Quinn stirred, feeling a hand pressed up against her stomach as well as her daughter doing what seemed to be backflips. "Rachel?" She whispered, surprised to see Rachel's hand planted firmly on her stomach, and a smile on the brunette's face.

Rachel froze, embarrassed that Quinn had caught her. "I...Quinn...the baby she...you were snuggled against my back..."

Quinn laughed at Rachel's embarrassment and apparent loss of words. "Here." Quinn said placing her hand on top of Rachel's and guiding it lower, to the underside of her abdomen. "You can really feel her down here."

Rachel's eyes widened. "This girl has the moves to make it onto Broadway." She exclaimed, images of the baby girl kicking ass in various Broadway plays danced through her head. "Are you ready for today?" She asked taking her gaze away from Quinn's large abdomen and focusing it on the girl's large hazel eyes.

Quinn sucked in a deep breath. "No. But I don't know that I will ever be ready, not to go to school for the first time without him, or Glee Club without him. I wont be ready to give birth without him, or sign the adoption papers without him." Quinn knew she was rambling and stopped. "Berry?"

"Mmm?" Rachel asked, getting out of bed and rummaging through the piles of clothes on the floor, evidence of the frantic search for decent clothing for Quinn to wear from the night before.

"Why are you doing this? Letting me stay here, being so nice to me, if this is all out of pity, you really don't have to do this."

Rachel turned from the heap of clothing to face Quinn. "Honestly? Yes Quinn, I do feel sorry for you. You are pregnant, your ignorant parents kicked you out of your home, you fell to the bottom of the social ladder, and your baby's father died, practically in your arms only two days ago, so I do feel very very sorry for you." She watched as Quinn frowned and opened up her mouth to say something, Rachel held her hand up, indicating that she wasn't done. "But, that is not why I am doing this. You have been awful to me since middle school, calling me Manhands, RuPaul, Treasure Trail, Stubbles, and many other hurtful names, slushied me, and pretty much made my life a living hell." Quinn's face fell again, ashamed of how she previously acted. "However, you have changed, you've been relatively nice, and while we might not be friends per se, I like the new Quinn."

Quinn sighed in relief. "Rachel?"

Rachel smiled, she liked that Quinn had actually started calling her by her name for the first time in at least four years. "Yes Quinn?"

"Promise not to leave me today. I don't think I can handle being alone." Quinn's voice was quiet, her eyes shifted to floor as if she was embarrassed, as if her need to lean on the petite singer was a burden.

Rachel grabbed hold of her hand. "I promise. You won't be alone."