A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews, I absolutely adore them. This is the first part of the funeral, I am hoping to have the second part up either later tonight or tomorrow. I hope you enjoy it, and as always, feedback is greatly appreciated.

Quinn sobbed loudly as she threw the only dress she had that she assumed fit and would be appropriate for the funeral; with only three hours to go until the funeral, she has discovered that she assumed wrong. Rachel's eyes grew wide when she opened the door to check on Quinn, only to have the airborne dress smack her in the face as it flew across the room. "I'm assuming there's a problem with this?" She asked holding the offending black dress out in front of her, wearing her own simple black dress, looking very un-Rachel Berry-like.

"It wont fit over my gross obese body." Quinn said quietly, only then realizing she was wearing nothing but a bra and panties, she quickly grabbed the towel she had used for her shower and wrapped it tightly around her.

"Oh come on Quinn, it's nothing I haven't seen before." Rachel didn't say anything else after she saw Quinn's cheeks flush in embarrassment as she thought back to Rachel having to take care of her in her fragile state. Rachel didn't want to upset Quinn, especially not today. She half heartedly listened as Quinn ranted about not having anything to wear and not being able to go, focusing most of her attention on her cell phone, attempting to get ahold of the one person she knew could help.

About an hour and half later the doorbell rang, Quinn groaned, she was agitated with Rachel who seemed to be way too calm about her lack of clothing, and she did not want to deal with whatever company was at the door. She sighed as she glanced around the room, all of her clothing was carelessly thrown around the room, evidence of her frantic, failed attempt to find something appropriate to wear. She closed her eyes and thought back to the previous afternoon, when she and Rachel had gone to the Puckerman's to retrieve her belongings.

Quinn stopped outside his bedroom, the bedroom they shared less than a week ago, the door was closed, and to be honest she wasn't certain she had the strength to open it. Rachel placed her hand reassuringly on the blonde's back, giving her the confidence to turn the handle. Their senses were flooded with the sights and smells of Puck. Quinn inhaled deeply, hoping to never forget the musty smell of his cologne.

Rachel stood in the doorframe, partly because she wanted to give Quinn some space while she gathered her things, and partly because she didn't even know if she'd be able to walk through the door. She had been in Noah's room before, but she never really paid much attention to the details. She wondered how she had missed the framed photo of Quinn that sat on the nightstand when she was in there filming Run Joey Run a few months prior. She saw his guitar in the corner, a pain shooting through her chest as she realized she would never hear him play it again and never hear his smooth, sweet voice again.

At first Quinn attempted to throw her belongings into her duffel bags as quickly as possible, not wanting to look at his things, not wanting the hole in her heart to grow any larger than it already was. That proved to be a nearly impossible task as she picked up a balled up hoodie of his that lay haphazardly on the floor, bringing it to her face and inhaling his scent, her tears bleeding into the grey fabric. She stuffed it into her bag, wanting something of his, hoping it would make her feel closer to him. She stood up, grabbing a bag off the dresser. "I yelled at him." She said out loud, pulling a tiny outfit out of the bag, tracing the tiny flowers that adorned the white fabric with her fingers, holding the matching hat and booties in her other hand.

Rachel jumped a little bit, Quinn's voice ripping her out of her thoughts. "What?" She asked confused, staring at the tiny outfit Quinn held, realizing it was for the baby, she also took note of the fluffy white stuffed bunny that sat on the dresser, assuming that too was for the baby.

"He bought this for the baby. And I yelled at him, I told him he was wasting money and getting his hopes up for no reason. I told him she wasn't our baby to buy bunnies for or outfits for. I yelled at him and told him he was making everything so much harder for me." Quinn gripped the fabric tighter, as her tears made tiny rivers on her face.

Quinn was jerked out of her thoughts as a brisk knock echoed through her room, the door swinging open before she had a chance to yell hold on. "No need to worry, your knight in shining armor has arrived."

"Kurt!" Quinn screamed, frantically searching for the towel she had used earlier.

Kurt fought the urge to laugh as he watched the heavily pregnant girl scurry around the room, secretly thankful she had given him a reason to smile, he hadn't done much of that lately. Realizing what she was looking for, he threw her the towel that lay at his feet. "Well, as a gay man, you are the first, and probably the last almost naked woman I will ever see." He glided across the room, placing the garment bags he held in his hand on her bed.

Quinn eyed him suspiciously. "What are you doing here?"

"Like I said, I'm your knight in shining armor. I come bearing dresses!" Kurt laid each dress out on the bed, noticing how Quinn was narrowing her eyes at him and furrowing her brow in confusion. "Rachel texted me, said you had a dire fashion emergency." Kurt glanced around the room at the the crumpled up clothing strewn about. "Clearly she was right."

"How did you even know what size to get?" She was still in disbelief that he would do this for her, and that Rachel would ask him to do this for her. Maybe she wasn't quite used to having such good friends yet.

Kurt waved his hand in the air nonchalantly. "I can just glance at a person and know their measurements, some consider it a gift." Kurt politely turned his head every time Quinn undressed and changed into a different dress he had brought for her, she finally settled on the third, a simple black one with thick straps, she threw a white cardigan over top.

"Do I look okay?" She asked glancing at Kurt's reflection in the mirror.

"Honey, I picked out your outfit, you look fabulous." He turned his focus onto his own reflection, straightening out the black suit jacket and insuring his blue shirt collar was laying properly in place.

"Thank you, Kurt. This means so much to me. I'll find a way to get the money to pay you back, I promise."

Kurt shook his head in protest. "Don't worry about it, Quinn, my treat." She smiled graciously at him, before her expression quickly turned into a frown. "You feel guilty don't you? For being able to smile, laugh, live?" Kurt recognized the action, having felt the same when his mother died. Quinn just nodded, avoiding his gaze. "I understand that, but you can't live like that. Puck would want us all to smile and laugh, hell he'd want us all to be complete badasses. He would hate for us all to be miserable for the rest of our lives.

Quinn crashed into him, taking him by surprise at first, but he quickly wrapped his soothing arms around her. "I hate this, so much." She sobbed pushing her face into his shoulder. "I know Quinn, I know." He whispered back, softly stroking her hair. Kurt let some tears of his fall as he felt the wetness from hers soak through his clothes.

Quinn pulled away, gasping in pain as she clutched her stomach with one hand and her lower back with the other Kurt's blue eyes were the size of saucers, as the fear of him delivering Quinn's baby in Rachel Berry's guest room coursed through his veins. "Is it the baby? Are you in labor?" He asked quickly, waiting for her water to break, coming out in a rush, soaking his designer shoes, like he had seen on television many times before.

"No. No." Quinn shook her head, standing upright again. "It's a muscle spasm, I think. I must have slept on it wrong, I had one a couple of hours ago too."

Kurt nodded, his eyes still big, still anticipating the shoe ruining gush of liquid.

A couple hours later, Quinn stood outside the church with the Berry men, Kurt, and Rachel, waiting on the others to arrive. Quinn was surprised when the Puckerman's didn't go with a traditional Jewish funeral, but she had heard from Tina, whose mom was friends with Mrs. Puckerman, that Grandma Connie had planned the funeral, and she was not Jewish. Quinn was startled when Sue Sylvester, wearing a black tracksuit, came up to her. "Coach Sylvester." Quinn said, trying to be polite.

"Q, I know we've had our differences, since you decided to associate yourself with those poorly formed mouth-breathers and their Jheri curled leader, but I do want to tell you I am sorry for your situation." In an attempt at showing some sort of affection, Sue squeezed Quinn's shoulder before bending over and whispering in her ear. "I meant it when I said you reminded me of a young Sue Sylvester, you are driven and strong, and people like us Q, we make it through these types of things."

"Thank you." Quinn said softly as she watched Sue disappear into the sea of people who were all there to say goodbye to Puck. The remaining eight glee kids soon joined them, all of them noticing how much smaller their group seemed without Puck. They were quickly joined by Mr. Schuester, who would be speaking at the funeral, and Ms. Pillsbury.

As they were walking towards the church, Quinn heard a familiar, powerful, booming voice call out her name. Although she had not heard the voice for sometime, the sound of it made her flinch, just as it always had. "Daddy?" She asked, her voice a soft whisper, almost childlike, forgetting her anger at the man for a brief second.

"Quinny." Her mother appeared behind her father, her eyes instantly going down towards her daughter's ever growing stomach, she reflexively put her hand out to touch it, only to have that hand smacked away by her husband. "Don't." He said in a harsh tone

Quinn flinched again as she watched her mom submit to then man, standing slightly behind him and looking at the ground. "Why are you here?"

"It wouldn't look too good if we didn't show at our bastard of a grandchild's funeral, despite what an abomination that baby is." Quinn's mom closed her eyes and returned her stare to the ground as her husband spoke those hurtful words, not wanting to see the look on her daughter's face.

Quinn bit her lip, but she didn't say anything, in her sixteen years on this earth, it had been drilled into her head that she was to never talk back to her father, no matter what he said, or how awful he was being. She instinctively wrapped her arms around her stomach, feeling her baby girl move around inside of her, not understanding how anyone could refer to her as a bastard or an abomination, especially today, at her daddy's funeral.

Rachel Berry, however, did not fear Russell Fabray, nor did she feel the need to show him any respect, he certainly didn't deserve it. Seeing his daughter tense up, her face contorted in rage Brian spoke up, before she could, not wanting to see this obviously disgusting man verbally attack his precious baby girl, like he had done to Quinn. "Mr. Fabray, I would say there is a time and place for everything, and that this is neither. But there is a never a time, nor place for a man to speak so hatefully to his daughter. Come along Quinn, kids, we don't want to be late." He herded the kids forward before Mr. Fabray could respond. Silently cursing the man, who obviously cared about no one but himself.

Quinn felt a tightness in her chest as she walked into the church, flowers surrounded the shiny wooden box that held her baby's father. She glanced up at a large screen as she took her seat in the middle of all the glee kids, where a slideshow of pictures began to play. Soft, soothing instrumental music played over the pictures. Quinn couldn't help but smile as pictures of a mischievous little boy with bouncing curls and green eyes flashed upon the screen. Puck was an adorable child, and she hoped their baby looked like him. She never wanted the slideshow to end, she loved seeing a young Puck holding a baseball bat, smiling a toothless grin, and tears flowed from all of her friends eyes when the slideshow progressed to the most recent pictures, the ones of all of them smiling at Glee Club. Him jokingly sitting in Artie's lap with a goofy grin on his face, him laying his head on Quinn's stomach. She also didn't want it to end because she knew when it did, it would be time to say goodbye.

Quinn tearfully listened as Mrs. Puckerman began to talk about her son, squeezing Rachel's hand for support. A horrid pain ripped through Quinn's abdomen as Mrs. Puckerman spoke. Rachel looked over, mouthing "Are you okay?", concern written all over her face as Quinn grabbed her hand harder, trying to get through the pain. Quinn just nodded, telling herself they were only braxton hicks contractions, she was only thirty-five weeks along.

Twenty minutes later, as Mr. Schuester was up giving his eulogy she was hit with another wave of pain ripping through her abdomen, hoping no one took notice of the way she tensed up. Not today. She thought to herself, once again she reassured herself that they were nothing but braxton Hicks contractions as she turned her attention back to Mr. Schuester.