A/n: Thank you for the wonderful reviews, I really didn't expect to get this done and ready until tomorrow night, but your reviews really inspired me, so thank you. This is the second, and last, part of the funeral. After this chapter, the focus will shift from Puck's death to Quinn and Rachel's friendship/relationship, with Puck's death still being mentioned of course, but that will not be the main focus any longer. Enjoy! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated.

Quinn remained seated in the pew, watching her friends file out on both sides of her, disappearing into the mass of mourners, who were headed to the cemetery for the burial. Quinn wanted to move, she knew she had to get up, but getting up and leaving meant it was all over. Putting his body into the ground would make it too official, and she wasn't sure if she was ready for that.

Rachel stood outside with the rest of the Glee club, her parents, and teachers. Her eyes scanned the large crowd when she realized Quinn had not followed her out. "Quinn never came out of the church." She announced to the others, who had already noticed, and whose eyes were doing some scanning of their own. "I'm going to go get her." She quickly looked back when she felt a hand grab her wrist, preventing her from leaving.

"I'll go." Santana said, releasing Rachel from her grasp. "I think I can help her." She explained when she saw Rachel open her mouth in protest. "Please."

Rachel nodded, having never heard the dark haired cheerio speak so softly and genuinely. Her daddy wrapped his arms around her, offering her support as she leaned into him.

Santana, and Brittany, who had followed her like a baby duck, stopped in their tracks when they opened the door of the church and saw Quinn slowly walking down the aisle towards Puck's coffin. Santana knew from personal experience Quinn needed this. This was her last chance to say goodbye, and even though it would be impossibly hard, Santana knew Quinn would be better off in the long run if she was given the chance to say goodbye. Santana motioned for Brittany to follow her and they quietly sat in the last row of pews.

"Hi." Quinn all but whispered as she placed her hand on the cool, hard surface of the coffin. "I miss you." Quinn glanced over at the large photograph of Puck, which sat on an easel next to his coffin. She habitually rolled her eyes, as much as that smug smile of his pissed her off when he was up to mischief, she loved it.

"You know, anytime the phone rings, or I get a text, or see a red pick up drive by, I expect it to be you. It seems stupid, but I do. Will that ever change? Or will I always be waiting for you?" Tears fell from Quinn's eyes as she tightened her grip on the coffin. "When we slept together, I thought my life was over and when I found out I was pregnant, I was even more sure that it was over. When my parents threw me out, once again I figured my life was over. Then when I got kicked off the Cheerios I was certain my life was over, I thought Cheerios was my life, well Cheerios and Finn. Then Finn found out my big lie, and I lost him too and was more certain than ever that my life was over. But it wasn't. You let me live with you, and you took care of me, and our baby. I was just beginning to think my life wasn't over, that maybe it was really just beginning. But now your life is over, and I don't know how I'm supposed to go on with mine." Quinn's voice cracked as a sob escaped her lips. "I'm so sorry I didn't save you Puck, I tried, I really did. Maybe if I had started the CPR sooner or done it better..." Quinn's voice trailed off as she played that scene in her mind again, wishing she could have the memory erased from her mind.

"You know, everyone keeps telling me to only think of the good memories, not the bad one. But the good ones hurt too, thinking of them makes me realize you and I will never make a memory again. God Puck, everything hurts. Everything reminds me of you. This morning, Rachel's dad was baking and I had to leave the room to keep from sobbing, because all I could think of was the time we were in the Home Ec room and we ended up covered in flour and eggs. I used to laugh at that memory, but now all I can do is cry. Will I ever smile at our happy memories again, Puck?" She paused for a second, not wanting to break down completely.

Quinn removed her hand from the coffin and placed it on her stomach. "Every time our daughter kicks, I have to stop myself from calling your name to come feel her. I know you loved her so much, and I promise you she will know that, even though she isn't mine to keep, she will know her daddy loved her." Quinn couldn't keep herself together any longer and she collapsed to her knees, sobbing into her hands.

Upon seeing Quinn fall to the ground in grief, Santana quickly made her way to the front of the church, Brittany close on her heels. "Q." She said as she knelt down next to her friend, making a conscious effort to keep her gaze away from the coffin and the smiling picture of Puck, she had to keep it together and be strong for Quinn. "Its okay. Everything is going to be okay."

"You're lying!" Quinn shouted between her sobs, her voice hoarse and laced with sorrow. "Puck is dead, nothing is ever going to be okay again."

"Quinn I know it seems like that now, but I promise you it will be, I know from experience-"

Quinn cut Santana off. "Oh really S? I wasn't aware you once had the father of your baby die in your arms."

Santana ignored the comment and cupped Quinn's face in her hands, forcing the girl to meet her eyes, before continuing. "I promise you, Quinn it wont be like this forever. I'm not saying the pain and anguish ever really go away completely, because they don't. You will always miss him, probably every day. But you learn how to go on living with the hurt, some days will hurt more than others, and some days will not hurt at all. Unfortunately death is a big part of life and sometimes it happens a lot sooner than it should, to people who deserve to live long, happy lives."

Quinn nodded and made an attempt to wipe the tears from her wet cheeks. "I'm sorry I yelled at you S."

"Don't be Q. I should be apologizing, all the stupid shit I did to you, the sexting and flirting with him, when I knew all he really wanted was to be with you." Santana stood up, extending her hand out to Quinn to help her off the floor.

"Thank you, S." Quinn said once she reached her feet.

"Now come on, Berry was practically having a panic attack when she couldn't find you, she probably thinks I've kidnapped you or something." Santana turned from Quinn, and smiled at Brittany, who she knew was having a hard time processing all of this, Brittany had never lost anyone she cared about before and she stood there silently, her eyes never leaving Puck's coffin. "Let's go, B." Santana said sweetly, the two Cheerios linking arms and beginning to walk away, until they heard Quinn let out a pained gasp behind them.

Santana whipped around, her eyes darting back and forth between Quinn's terrified face, that was twisted in pain and the clear liquid trickling down her legs, creating a puddle on the carpeted floor. She turned to Brittany and shouted "B, go get Mr. Schue, now!"

Brittany nodded and ran outside to find the group, who were all standing outside the church, all of them looking worried for Quinn, and sad for Puck. "Mr. Schuester?" She asked, tapping the man on the shoulder.

"Yes, Brittany? Did you all find Quinn?" Mr. Schuester asked turning around to face his student, the rest of the kids looked on in anticipation.

"Yes. Quinn peed on the floor. It was gross."

The group let out a collective "What?" As they looked on in confusion.

Brittany shrugged her shoulders. "She screamed and we turned around and I think she was peeing and Santana told me to come get you Mr. Schue."

Mr. Schuester thought for a second as processed what Brittany had just told him, knowing it was extremely plausible for the baby to be pushing on Quinn's bladder, causing her to have an accident, but when he thought about the scream Brittany mentioned, he put it all together. "Oh my God." He turned to Emma, the Berry men, and the rest of the kids. "Her water broke, Quinn must be in labor."