A/N: Wonderful reviews I love each one of them thank you thank you. Okay so you know how I said 5 chapters left a few chapters ago? Well, yeah that was before the story took this little dramatic turn with Quinn's parents, so there will be more than that, I don't know how many. But I would like to get this finished soon, partly because I am going out of town soon and I don't want leave this unfinished and not updated for like a week; and also because I have some really good ideas for the sequel and I want to get that rolling. So anyway, as always feedback is appreciated.

Santana grabbed Rachel and pulled her to the side as she saw the paramedics coming towards them, running while pushing Quinn on a stretcher, headed out the front door Rachel was about to run into. Santana tightened her grip on the smaller brunette when Rachel made an attempt to lunge forward at the stretcher, Santana did not want Rachel in the way while they worked on Quinn. Everyone's stomachs clenched as they watched Quinn go by; she was barely recognizable. Her blonde hair was matted with blood that seemed to be coming from her forehead as well as from the back of her head and her face bruised and was beginning to swell. No one failed to noticed how her hand hung limply over the side of the stretcher and the pale shade of blue her lips were beginning to turn.

Rachel watched in horror as Quinn was whisk passed, desperately attempting to free herself from Santana's grasp as she heard paramedics shouting orders at each other. "She's not breathing and her pulse is growing weaker!" She heard one shout. "We're going to have to intubate her." Another one yelled as they approached the ambulance. Rachel began to struggle in Santana's arms, desperately wanting to be with Quinn, she finally resorted to digging her nails into the girl's tan skin, causing her to reflexively retract her arm. Rachel took that opportunity to run towards the ambulance, in hopes of riding to the hospital with Quinn, unfortunately Judy got there before her, announcing she was her mother as she hopped into the back.

Rachel fell to her knees as the ambulance took off and disappeared down the street, Kurt ran over to her, wanting to make sure she was okay. "What if she doesn't make it?" Rachel said softly once he got to her side. "That could have been the last time we ever saw her." Rachel replayed what Santana had said earlier in her head over and over again. "If anything happens to Quinn or that baby, it is all your fault, Berry, it will be on you."

Kurt stood next to Rachel who was still on her knees on the pavement. "No, I'm sure Quinn will be fine, she's one hell of a fighter."

"So was Puck." Rachel looked up to meet Kurt's bright blue eyes. "Puck was the toughest person I knew, and he was gone in an instant. Beth cannot lose both of her parents." Kurt watched as Rachel's face turned from devastation to panic. "Oh God, Kurt, Beth! Beth was here, where is she?" Rachel got up and quickly and took off running towards the house. Brittany and Santana were still standing on the front porch, both of them quickly panicking as they realized why Rachel was so frantic.

When they all got into the house they surveyed the damage. The glass Russell had thrown still lay broken on the floor, random droplets of blood were splattered on the wall and carpet, and they all cringed when they saw a handful of blonde hair on the floor, Russell had torn it out as he slammed Quinn's head against the wall repeatedly. All of the kids separated, searching room by room for little Beth. Santana felt nauseous when she came upon two police officers and overheard their conversation.

"Make sure you do this by the book, seems as if we've got Lima's second murder in less than three months on our hands." The older officer with greying hair said.

"I thought the girl was still alive?" The younger one responded, Santana recognized him from the night Puck died, he had interviewed her.

"Barely, I overheard the paramedics, they were certain she wouldn't even survive the ride to the hospital." The older officer stopped when noticed Santana standing off to the side. "Can I help you young lady? This is a crime scene you really shouldn't be here."

Santana forced her tears away, she was Santana Lopez, she would not allow herself to cry, she had to be strong. "Yeah. I was just wondering if you all had seen a baby?"

"She should be with a social worker somewhere around here."

Santana nodded and quickly left the room, thankful it had been her to overhear the conversation about Quinn's probable death, and not Rachel. She began a slow jog across the house when she heard shrill yelling coming from the back den, yelling that could only come from Rachel Berry.

When Santana got into the room Rachel was pointing her finger at a man at least a foot taller than her. "She is my daughter, I demand you hand her over right this second!"

The man sighed. "I was informed that this child belonged to the victim of this crime, she will be in our custody until a proper guardian can be established. I know you are not her mother."

Rachel furrowed her brow when the man began to walk away, with Beth crying in his arms. Rachel knew that cry, it was her hungry cry. "Her father named her." She called out, hoping to get the man's attention, she succeeded and he stopped. "He passed away before she was born, but he named her. She hates having her diaper changed, but she loves baths, and the only music she seems to like is the soundtrack to Wicked, it puts her to sleep every time. She just started to smile at us a little less than a week ago, I think she has her daddy's crooked grin, her mom agrees. If you take her away, a stranger will never know these things about her, no one will know her like I do. Please, sir I love her. I am not some stranger or even just some friend of her mother's, we are a couple, we live together, and I have helped raise Beth since the day she was born. That cry she is doing right now is the one she does when she is hungry, and I have a fridge stocked full of her mother's breast milk. Please, Quinn would hate it if her daughter was with a stranger."

The man stared down at the wailing baby in his arms before sighing and handing the infant over to Rachel, when he did Beth immediately stopped crying as Rachel soothingly swayed back and forth whispering in her ear. "Don't leave the county, in the event of the mother's death I will need to come speak with you again, leave your address with one of the officers."

Kurt's eyes widened when he heard 'in the event of the mother's death', he glanced over to Santana who quickly pulled him aside, while Rachel spoke to a police officer. "I saw Quinn and yes she was pretty beat up, but...she's Quinn. We just lost Puck...she can't, what about Beth?" He spoke incoherently.

Santana's eyes welled up with tears, which startled Kurt. "I am going to be straight with you Kurt, we are going to have to be prepared for this so we can help Rachel, maybe you should sit down or something."

"No, just tell me, what is going on Santana?" Kurt eyed Santana impatiently while she struggled to keep herself together.

"I overheard two cops talking, honestly Kurt she's gone probably gone by now." Santana's voice was a low whisper, she did not want Rachel to hear her, not wanting her to find out this way.

"By gone, you mean at the hospital, right?"

Santana shook her head no. "She wasn't expected to survive the ride in the ambulance."

Kurt struggled to keep himself from sobbing as Rachel and Brittany walked over, telling them they had to get in the car to go check on Quinn. He zoned out in the car, not allowing himself to speak, knowing he would either sob or tell Rachel the truth if he opened his mouth. He offered to wait with Beth in the lobby, while the others went to find out about Quinn, knowing he would not be able to handle finding out the news, seeing the looks of devastation on everyones faces like he had when Puck died, it all reminded him of his mother's death, and he wanted to stay in the land of sweet denial, if even for just a few more moments.

Rachel ran to information desk. "I'm here to check on Quinn Fabray." She said breathlessly, after seeing Beth, she was given hope that Quinn would be just fine, she knew her girlfriend had way too much to live for to give up so easily.

"Are you family?" The woman behind the desk asked.

"No not exactly I'm her-"

The woman cut Rachel off. "Then I cannot give you any information, sorry."

Rachel slammed her fist down on the desk. "I am her girlfriend, and you will give me an update on her condition and you will allow me to see her, do you understand? If you do not, I will have the ACLU down here before your shift even ends, legal action will be taken and before you know it, I will own this damn hospital and you will be working for me, on second thought, no you wont, you will be in the unemployment line. Now, will you please give me some information"

The woman opened her mouth to speak, but decided against it, choosing to hand the three girls visitors pins instead. "Room 334."

Rachel turned around, her head held high in victory and a smirk on her face. Santana tried to forget about what the police officers had said back at the house, Quinn obviously was still alive if she had a room number. However she tried not to be too optimistic, she remembered how before her mother died she was kept on life support at the hospital so all of their family could come and say goodbye, she quickly shoved the memory to the back of her mind and followed Rachel to Quinn's room. "We'll wait out here, give you some time alone." She offered as her and Brittany sat in a little waiting area just down the hall from room 334.

Rachel timidly walked into Quinn's room, not knowing what to expect, she had hoped to find Quinn sitting up in bed, complaining about how she wanted to go home and be with Beth. She glanced around the room, relieved to see Judy Fabray was not there. Her heart sank when her eyes landed on Quinn, she certainly was not sitting up in her bed. She laid motionless, her eyes were different shades of black and blue and they swollen and shut tightly. There was a ventilator shoved down her throat, causing her entire body to move every time a breath was forced into her lungs. She looked fragile and broken and Rachel was terrified to go near her, let alone touch her. She jumped when she heard somebody walk into the room.

"Hi." A blonde whispered from behind Rachel, as if her voice would disturb Quinn. She looked a lot like Quinn, only slightly taller and older, plus her eyes were a pale shade of blue, not like the hazel ones Rachel loved so much, the ones she wished would open up and look at her. "I'm Sarah Robinson, Quinn's older sister, and you are?"

"Rachel Berry, I'm Quinn's..." Rachel was not sure how to introduce herself to Sarah, not sure what Quinn wanted her to know, and not sure if the woman shared the same beliefs as her parents. "Friend, I'm Quinn's friend."

Sarah nodded before glancing back at her sister. She hated how she was not there to protect Quinn from him, as she had attempted to do many times when they were growing up. She could tell Rachel was unsure about Quinn's condition. "She hasn't woken up since she got here, there was some trauma to her chest area, which caused her to get a punctured lung, that tube sticking out of her side is a chest tube, it's helping to relive some of the pressure in her lungs. She is having trouble breathing on her own, so that's why they've got her on the ventilator." She explained.

"When will she wake up?" Rachel asked, never taking her eyes off of Quinn, thinking if she glanced away she would miss the magical moment when Quinn woke up and smiled at her, just like it happened in the movies. But Rachel had to remind herself that this was not a movie. This was the real world, she could really lose Quinn, and the thought terrified her.

"They don't know." Sarah frowned, she too never took her eyes off of her sister. She chose to leave out the part about the doctors saying Quinn may not wake up or be able to breath again on her own. "You can touch her if you want, talk to her. I'm going to go find our mother."

Rachel could hear the bitterness in Sarah's voice as she said the word mother, but she did not dwell on it for more than a second, she was far too worried about Quinn. She took a seat on the stool next to Quinn's bed, taking the blonde's hand into hers. "Hi Quinn." She spoke unusually soft, especially for Rachel Berry. "Beth is with Kurt down in the lobby, my dads are bringing her some bottles. I am so sorry, Quinn. I'm so sorry I let you leave with him and I am sorry I didn't come sooner. You have to wake up soon so I can make it up to you, okay? Anything you want, even it means no more musicals or not playing show tunes for Beth anymore. I should have told you this sooner, but I was scared of how you would react, I was scared it was too soon, I love you Quinn. I love you so much and you have to come back to me, so I can tell you and look into your beautiful eyes while I say it." Rachel softly kissed the hand she held in her's. "Please come back to me Quinn, please."

A/N: This is actually the second version of this, because I got carried away writing it on my phone while waiting at the DMV (aka hell on earth) for 3 hours today, and in my foul mood, killed Quinn. Then I realized my sequel would not fair so well without her so I had to rewrite it. I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, so I really hope you enjoyed it.