Quinn's POV

"What? Call St. James? NOW? Quinn, it's two in the morning," said Puck.

"Really? I thought it was two in the afternoon. I know what time it is Puck, but I need to call Jesse because our dear friend Rachel is sobbing and Tina needs help calming her down," I explained.

"Why's Rachel crying?"

"I don't know!"

"You didn't ask Tina?"

"Ugh. Puck you are so making this harder than it needs to be. Tina says that Rachel won't tell her why she's crying. So if you'd just leave me alone and let me call Jesse, I would greatly appreciate it!"

"OK, but please just keep in mind that I JUST got Beth to go back to sleep and it's your turn to take care of her if she wakes up again. So, I would suggest that you don't yell at him."

"Dammit, you're right. I'll have to take my post-partum emotions out on him some other time."

I quickly scrolled down my contact list and pressed the OK button when Rachel's Impregnator became highlighted. I only hear the phone ringing once before Jesse picked up.

"Quinn! To what do I owe the honor at this time of day?" he asked groggily.

"Well Jesse, I'm calling you at this hour because that's just how much I love you," I said in a flat tone of voice.

"I have a feeling that you're not actually calling to express your love of me. Am I right, Fabray?"

"St. James, nothing can make you right. Anyways, I'm calling about your mate."

"My mate?"

"Rachel, you idiot."

"Why? Is something wrong?"

"That depends on how you interpret the word wrong."

"What's going on, Quinn?"

"Umm… well, I just got a text from Tina saying that Rachel woke up a couple of minutes ago and is crying and not telling Tina why."

I waited for Jesse to shoot me a few worried questions that I didn't know the answer to, but instead, the line went silent. I realized that he had hung up on me. I immediately sent out two texts; one to Tina and one to Jesse.

Don't ever hang up on me again, Bitch.

Help is on the way.

I think you can figure out which text was sent to which recipient.

Tina's POV

My phone rang its texting tone and I opened it, hoping that Quinn had texted me back some useful information. I had no idea how to calm down a hysterically crying Rachel Berry. I looked at her text. Quinn said that "help was on the way." What did she mean by that? If she sent help in the form of Puck, things were just going to get worse. A few minutes later, I heard the doorbell ring, and I rushed to see who was there. To my surprise, it was Jesse St. James. I let him in and I walked him to where Rachel was.

"Did Quinn call you?" I asked.

"Yes. Why didn't you just call me?" he asked.

"Because… Oh look, there's Rachel!" I said, knowing that it would distract him. "Jesse? D-don't worry, I-I'm OK!" said a sobbing Rachel as her cracking voice gave her away. It was going to be an interesting night/morning.

Sorry for the really short chapter length! I promise that tomorrow's chapter will be much, much longer.