Quinn awoke early the next day, as the sun gleamed through the curtains. She groaned softly as she opened her eyes, looking around the bare white walls. Her eyes scanned the room and she saw some daffodils on her bedside table, she smiled softly at them, before easing herself into a sitting position. She looked around the room again and noticed Puck, crouched in the arm chair fast asleep- he had stayed the night again. Quinn put her hands down on her stomach and rubbed it lightly, feeling the baby kick slightly. "Morning baby." She whispered softly to her stomach, and her smile grew as she felt it kick again.

Quinn sat quietly for a little while, her pain meds had kicked in, and she felt numb. After a little while, there was a soft knock at the door. She glanced over at Puck who was still sleeping, before softly telling whoever it was to come on in.

-x-

It had been a few days since Mr Schue had visited one of his pupils in the hospital. That pupil was the infamous Quinn Fabray. Now, the last time he had been here, she had still been unconscious, and Mr Schue had been wracked with guilt. However, a few days had passed. From what he heard, the girl was awake now- and conversing with people no less, and the Spanish teacher, didn't feel as much guilt as he did. Mr Schue however, did still feel the need to apologise to the girl continuously. The pregnant girl, the pregnant girl, whose wife was going to adopt the baby, without telling Mr Schue. Well ex-wife. God, life was messed up.

Mr Schue knocked on the door, and after a few seconds heard a meek voice telling him to come in. He pushed his hand down on the handle and opened the door slowly, smiling softly as he walked in. "Good morning Quinn."

-x-

Quinn's face lit up as her Glee Club teacher walked through the door. "Mr Schue, I'm so glad you are here." She spoke out softly, trying not to wake Puck. She hoisted herself up further as the teacher approached the bed, and beckoned him forward for a gentle hug. They were both careful to not hurt her burns anymore than necessary.

"How are you doing Quinn?" The teacher asked quietly, noting the teenage boy asleep in the corner. He sat down next to the bed, still smiling. He was so happy to see her awake again.

"I'm alright I guess." Quinn considered, "it doesn't hurt so much because of the meds, and the baby is okay. So I guess its okay."

"I'm glad. Look Quinn, I just came here, well to see you, but I need to apologise to you."

"Why?"

"I didn't come and find you, as quickly as I should of-" Mr Schue started talking, he watched as the teenage girl shook her head.

"NO." She spoke out loudly, startling Puck from his sleep. "It isn't your fault Mr Schuester. Don't you dare blame yourself for this. If anyone is to blame its me, okay?" Quinn exclaimed.

"What's going on?" Puck demanded, quickly getting up from the chair where he was sleeping, feeling disgruntled and sleeping.

Mr Schue ignored Puck's comment. "I need to apologise."

"You don't. It's my fault."

"Quinn, it isn't your fault." Puck intercepted. "Come on baby, it isn't anyone's fault. Don't get worked up baby."

Quinn looked furious, "STOP IT. STOP IT BOTH OF YOU!" The two men, stopped, startled. "Mr Schue, it isn't your fault, Puck, it wasn't your fault. It was MY fault. If I hadn't of lied about the baby, this wouldn't have happened. So can we just forget about it. I'm being punished already, see these burns, I'm pretty sure this is punishment for what I did."

The two men started to argue with her, but Quinn stopped them.

"Please, just stop." She then regarded Puck seriously. "I need to speak to Miss Pilsbury."