Disclaimer: I am just borrowing them for the fun of writing, BUT I do own the plot, ideas and original characters.

A/N: Not beta'd; all mistakes are mine. Please mention them if you find any.

A/N2: Sectionals was amazing! I loved it! This story is mostly AU after Mash-up, but with some of the topics discussed in the later episodes, I may sneak in a conversation or cover the same topic, but I will put my own twist on it.

A/N3: Feedback is loved! :D

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The second time Ethan and Quinn saw Terri, Ken was with her. As she came in, Terri unlocked the handcuffs and tried to pull Quinn from Ethan, but Quinn latched on to him. All Terri wanted to do was help Quinn 'freshen up' and it took Ethan about ten minutes to calm Quinn down enough to go with her, while he remained in the room, his eyes never leaving the gun Ken was pointing at him from the doorway; both men silent.

When Quinn returned, it was Ethan's chance and though he could have overtaken Ken, he knew they had the power over them with the guns, so he did what he needed and returned to the room moments later, Quinn latching on to him again as the door shut and locked, this time, the handcuffs gone.

The window in the room was small and looked like it had been covered with some sort of paint, but the bars outside were obvious, so unfortunately he couldn't see out, but could tell the time of day by lack of light or the light shining through the window.

The only place in the room to sit was the mattress, but with their hands no longer bound, they could manage to be more comfortable, but Ethan refused to lay down; he'd rather stay awake for days if he had to, just to keep an eye on Quinn. He thought she was asleep, but when he heard his name, he glanced at her, "yeah? What's up?" He asked softly.

"When Terri first came in here, how come you said your last name was Puckerman?"

Ethan smirked, "I figured she'd recognize it and if she didn't, Ken would. I also knew her in high school so I chose not to use my real name in case she figured it out," he said softly.

"Oh, um, Deborah said once that you guys chose to name Puck, uh, Noah, okay this is weird," she muttered.

"We chose to give Noah her last name and not mine because I didn't want to have anything to do with my parents?" He asked curiously.

Quinn nodded, "yeah. She also said you had even thought of changing your last name when you two got married."

Ethan glanced at her, the light in the room enough to see each other, so he raised a confused eyebrow at her, "yeah, why do you want to know?"

"Sorry," she muttered, "it's not my place to ask, I just, was curious... I'm scared and I keep thinking about bad things... I just thought we could talk about something aside from this," she said, motioning her hand around the room.

Ethan leaned his head back against the wall, "it just surprised me you'd ask, I don't mind talking about it," he admitted with a shrug. "My dad expected me to follow what my older brother and sisters did when they got out of high school; get married and start a family, but Deb and I started early. Noah wasn't planned, but he wasn't a mistake. When they found out, they wanted her to move in with us and wanted Deb and I to get married before he was born. I refused to let them control my life and my family, so I moved in with her and her mom over Spring Break and never looked back. My dad didn't think I'd follow through and I did. I didn't want to have anything to do with them anymore, which is why we gave Noah Deborah's last name. And yes, I wanted to change my last name to Puckerman so I could cut all ties I had to my father; my mom just followed his decision."

"Same with my mom. She only went along with what my dad said and did. I knew they'd be upset and kick me out, but my mom never stood up for me, she just followed along with what my dad said, which hurt a lot."

"Ain't that the truth," Ethan nodded, "I know how that feels. It took a long time for me to patch things up with my mom."

"What about your dad? Did you try and patch things up with him?"

"My dad died two years after I graduated high school due to a heart attack. You know what I told my siblings when they wanted me to go to the funeral? I told them there isn't a chance in hell I'd go and good riddance. He screwed up my life and I hope he rots in hell."

"How do you feel now?" She asked her voice barely above a whisper.

"I just told you. I hope he's rotting in hell," Ethan replied calmly.

"Oh," she bit her lip.

Ethan realized that wasn't what she expected, "Quinn, just because I carry immense hatred for my father, doesn't mean you have to. You're young and you should at least try and contact them. I only patched things up with my mom after Deborah and I got divorced. I spent a few weeks at my moms after it was final before I moved to Detroit. Can I ask you something?" He asked softly.

"Sure," she shrugged.

"Have you thought about what you're going to do after Abigail is born?"

"Honestly, I don't know. David, Alan and Rachel say I can stay as long as I want, but Carole offered to let me move in with her and Finn if I want to do that. I was thinking about trying to talk to my parents, but I don't think I want to live with them. I just want a relationship with them again and my sister and I have agreed that we're not telling them that Puck is really the father or that he's keeping her; we're going to let my parents think I gave her up in a closed adoption so they can't try and find her."

Ethan nodded, "I wondered about that, too. Does anyone else know?"

"I hadn't had a chance to tell them. I'm planning on telling them when they get back from Seattle... I mean what are the chances of me having her before they get back?" Quinn bit her lip at the question looking down at her stomach as her hands moved to rest on her swollen belly.

"Slim, you may be early by a few weeks, but not six," he said softly, "Noah was two weeks early."

"I don't want her to come now, not with this... If Terri has a chance to get her hands on her I'm afraid no one will ever -"

"Quinn, don't talk like that," Ethan cut her off, "Terri won't," he glanced outside to see light begin to filter into the window starting a new day, "she's my granddaughter and I won't let anyone stand in the way of my son getting her."

...

Waking up for what felt like the fiftieth time in one night, Puck gave in, glancing at his watch, "five-fifteen, great. I give up. Every fucking time I close my eyes I start having bad dreams about all this. Might as well just get ready for the day," he thought rubbing his face with his hands.

Rachel was finally asleep again. If he didn't wake up from one of his bad dreams, he was waking up to her crying from one she had, so he'd hold her until she cried herself back to sleep. Sliding off the bed, he pulled the blankets back just enough to keep her covered and quietly moved over to his bags. Digging out some clean clothes, he set them on the bed and undressed, heading for the bathroom. Closing the door, he stepped towards the stall and turned the water on. As the steam from the warm water began to fill the room, he stepped into the stall and took a quick shower.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, he walked out of the bathroom, smiling when he saw Rachel on her side, looking towards him, "hey," he said softly, "I thought you'd be sleeping."

"Hi," she whispered, "I felt you get up and I don't think I should even try to sleep any more," she replied.

"Yeah, I gave up trying, too," he admitted, starting to get dressed.

"Noah," she looked down at the sheets for a moment before looking back up at him, "they're going to be okay, right?"

"Yeah, they will be," he told her sitting down to put his socks on, but leaned back all the way to be closer to her, "Quinn might have a little PTSD, but they'll be fine."

"Post-traumatic stress disorder, really?" She asked nervously.

"Yeah, depending on what happens and what they say or do."

"I can't believe that Terri thinks she'll be able to keep them hidden until Quinn has her," she said softly, "it doesn't make sense."

"No it doesn't, but I think she's a little unstable mentally. It sounds like she's gone off the deep end and needs like medical help," he said scooting up on the bed to pull her against him.

Rachel snuggled up to him, her head resting on his bare chest, "what about Coach Tanaka?"

Puck shrugged, "Ken is just pissed at Emma and Will. He's not 'coach' any more, either," he added.

"Oh, I suppose he wouldn't be," she whispered, "what are they going to do for a football coach?" She asked.

"Don't know. I haven't even decided if I'm playing so I probably won't care."

"You don't know if you're playing? Noah, it's your Senior year," she gasped.

"Babe, I'm gonna have to work and we're going to be parents so it's not like we'll have a lot of free time," he told her, "so I figure I'll stick with Glee and work and if sports can fit in, I will, but I would like to be with my family at some point during the day."

"Noah, you have to play," she blushed a little.

"Why?" He asked, shocked she was so determined.

"I want to be able to go and watch you, since I only got to see one, well half of a game," she whispered, her hand tracing along the scar on his left side.

"Oh, yeah," he bit his lip and nodded, "I missed basketball season because of it, too," he added.

"You play basketball?" She asked.

Puck nodded, "yeah. It starts just after football season is over. I never brought it up because I knew there never would be a way to play with my injury and all, but yeah, Finn and I have played basketball on the school team since middle school, too."

"Wow, I didn't even know that," she whispered.

He shrugged, "never had a need to tell you, since I couldn't play this year."

"I'd like to watch you play basketball, too. You have to play, Noah," she whispered, repeating her words from moments before.

Puck sighed, "well, I guess I could think on it some more and decide closer to when football starts over the summer and from there decide if I want to play basketball," he replied.

She smiled and leaned up to press a kiss to his lips, "whatever you choose I will be fine with," she promised.

Puck brushed her hair back from her face and nodded, "thanks," he smiled and kissed her again. "You want to shower and we can walk down to Starbucks?" He asked softly.

"Um, sure," she nodded, "our last morning here and all," she admitted.

...

"Matt and Mike found you and Deborah's Junior yearbook in the library and showed it to us," Quinn commented.

"Really? Why?" Ethan asked with a laugh.

"Well, um, before Puck and Rachel got together, Rachel 'quit' Glee to be the lead some musical thing the drama club was going to do and Will remembered a girl that went to school with him; he was a Freshman and she was a Senior, so that would make you and Deborah Juniors," Quinn started. "Anyway, Will found out she never finished school and she had this awesome voice, so he found her and brought her back to take a few classes and got her to join Glee."

"April Rhodes," he said without even a pause.

"You remember her?" Quinn asked shocked.

Ethan laughed, "I gave Will so much shit for the crush he had on her. Does he still have one?"

"I think he might, but at the time he was 'happily married' so I don't know," she replied, "but that wasn't why I was bringing it up. It kind of was weird when they showed us because Puck got pissed when he saw the picture of her," she paused biting her lip.

"Cougar, I get it. This is my son," he laughed a little, "you think Deborah and I talk about the weather?"

"Oh, well, I guess not. Anyway, in the picture of the Juniors you and Deborah were there, but no one ever mentioned you being in Glee."

"Ah yes," he nodded, "I was in the club when we were Juniors, but I wasn't a performer; I'm a writer. I'd rather write and arrange music than I would sing it, so I didn't come back Senior year."

"Write music?" Quinn asked curiously.

"Yeah, I know how to play the guitar and the piano," he explained.

"That's cool," she smiled, "have you ever tried to publish it?"

"Maybe," he admitted, rubbing his neck nervously.

"Ethan, are you telling me you've submitted your music to a record company?"

"Only one song, but it was a hit," he replied.

Quinn grinned, "do you think I'd know what it is?"

Ethan shrugged, "maybe."

"Now you're being quiet, come on, tell me!" She nudged his shoulder, now curious.

"Ever heard of a band called Nickelback?"

"Oh yeah, they've got some great music. Puck and Finn listen to them all the time; wait a second, you're saying you... What song?" She asked with a gasp.

He blushed a little, rubbing his neck, but gave in, "it was on their 'All The Right Reasons' album and it's kind of dedicated to Deborah; 'Far Away.' "

Quinn narrowed her eyes at the name, "it sounds familiar, but I don't know the songs by name."

Ethan sighed, "fine," he laughed a little, "this time, this place. Misused, mistakes. Too long, too late. Who was I to make you wait? Just one chance, just one breath. Just in case there's just one left. 'Cause you know, you know, you know. That I love you. I have loved you all along, and I miss you. Been far away for far too long. I keep dreaming, you'll be with me and you'll never go. Stop breathing, if I don't see you anymore," he sang lightly, the music clear as day in his head.

"Oh my God," she gasped, "that's like... This is like epic!"

"No it's not," he shook his head, embarrassed, "it's a song. I wrote the words and the guitar part, Chad and Michael Kroeger wrote the bass and drum parts, so it was a team effort, but I own the rights to the song," he admitted.

"But how? They're like not from Detroit, right?"

"No, they're Canadian. I wrote it in like two-thousand-two or two-thousand-three and Mike, the guy I called, suggested I submit it into a contest for writers that a radio station was doing and I did for the heck of it, not thinking I'd win. I did, and by winning, I got the chance to meet Nickelback and from what I had, the guys helped me add the drums into it with the bass guitar and they recorded it in Detroit."

"Does Deborah know?" She asked.

"No. I haven't told her yet."

"Is your name like on their album?"

"Yeah, in the notes for the song, 'E. Ballard, C. Kroeger, M. Kroeger' and under it says 'For Deborah' because it was for her."

...

Another convention center, sitting in the mass of students, chaperones, directors, band members and locals looking for a show, New Directions wanted to be other places. They should be excited, but their thoughts were on their friends back home. As other schools' members bounced up and down from sitting to standing and rushing to friends and back to their seats, WMHS' students sat calmly and quietly, no one saying much other than sharing looks or small conversations between those near them.

"Noah," Rachel said, "do you think when we get back to the hotel we could go shopping?" She asked softly.

Shrugging his shoulders, "I don't see why not. We just need to pack so I don't mind going for a little while," he replied.

"Good, because I still need to get something for dad and daddy."

Puck turned to his mom who was on his other side, "you get anything for dad and Arin yet?"

Deborah laughed a little, "I don't know, have I? You've been with me most of the weekend."

"I take that as a 'no,' so shopping after?" he asked.

"Sure, could use the distraction," she admitted with a sigh.

"Me too," Rachel agreed.

At ten am, the crowd of students cheered loudly as one of the judges finally walked up on stage. He introduced himself, but knew everyone didn't want to hear about him, so he quickly got into the results. Another judge walked up on stage with five envelopes in her hands and handed him the first one. He opened it, "in fifth place, visiting us from California, Clovis East High School!" The members clapped as their director went up and accepted a plaque as their award, before returning to his group and sitting back down.

"Fourth place is," he paused to open the envelope, "Carmel High School's Vocal Adrenaline from Ohio!"

"No way!" Rachel gasped looking at Noah and then around at their friends.

"Did he read that right? Fourth place for them? We're in the top three?" Kurt exclaimed.

"In third place, straight from Dallas, Texas is the Lake Highlands High School's Wranglers!" A large group of students jumped up, all hugging each other as one of their directors walked up to the stage to accept their trophy.

"There are only two places and we haven't been announced," Tina said.

"Which means were either first or second!" Mercedes exclaimed, "come on!"

"With two schools remaining, I ask for a representative from each school to come up here," he said. Will got up and headed for the stage along with the director of Attaché and the two men stood next to the judge. "Second place belongs to... William McKinley High School's New Directions! And first place goes to Clinton High School's Attaché!" He exclaimed.

The two schools all jumped up congratulating each other as they watched their directors accept their trophy and shake hands with each other and the judge before walking off the stage and back to their schools. New Directions all crowded around Will as he returned, everyone wanting to get a look. For a moment everyone had pushed aside their emotions to be happy, but as soon as they had, Will held the trophy out as they looked, "for Quinn, Ethan and Abigail," he said with a sad smile on his face.

...

Puck plopped down on their hotel bed, tired. After their second place national finish, they went out to lunch to celebrate and returned to the hotel, where most of the kids called parents and then headed off to the waterfront for their last chance to do any kind of shopping, so Puck, Rachel, Deborah and Finn headed down to the shops, and looked around for gifts for family back home. Several hours and many shopping bags later, Rachel and Puck returned to their room to pack, but having not slept well the night before, both were tired. "How much packing do we really have to do?" Puck murmured.

"Not too much, other than our costumes and the stuff we got. We've been pretty good about keeping our clothes in our bags and suit cases," she admitted, "why?"

Puck sat up, "well, why don't we pack later tonight," seeing her start to protest, he held up a hand, "it's only five at night and we have to leave the hotel by five in the morning. Instead of forcing ourselves to stay up until eight or nine and then sleep to get up at three or four, I'm going to go to Starbucks about nine before they close to stock up on caffeine so I can stay awake until we get on the flight and then I'll sleep, so we will have plenty of time to pack. So lets relax until eight, freshen up, go to Starbucks and then pack later."

Rachel contemplated the idea, "I suppose we could, but how would we make sure we're up at eight?" She asked moving closer to the bed.

"Well, we don't actually have to sleep. We do have our own room and we haven't really used it yet," he admitted slipping his arms around her waist as she got closer to him.

Rachel gasped, "Noah Puckerman, are you suggesting that we use our bed for more than sleeping? On a school trip, no less? Just how do you plan to do that without getting interrupted?" She asked, a grin on her face.

Puck stood up, his arms still wrapped around her body, "it's called the 'Do Not Disturb' sign and this was our gift so we could be alone before Abigail takes up all our time," Puck paused, "oh crap, that means I'm hardly ever going to get any," he groaned.

"Is that all you think about with me?" Rachel crossed her arms over her chest in a pout.

"It's on my '10 Things I Love To Do With Rachel' list," he admitted slyly moving towards the door and opening it long enough to slip the sign onto the outside knob with the 'Do Not Disturb' part facing out. Returning to his girlfriend, he wrapped his arms around her body, "come on, baby, it's our last night in Seattle."

"You don't have to talk me into it, Noah," she whispered, her arms wrapping around him.

...

"Remind me to thank Mr. Schuester again," Puck grinned as he and Rachel walked hand-in-hand down to the Starbucks on the waterfront.

Even in the cool night air, Rachel could feel her cheeks warm up, "Noah!"

"What? I'm serious. The last few hours were amazing, but baby, we got four nights together, alone, no roommates, no parents. Sure we did do a lot of stuff as a group, but it was nice to be able to leave all them and just have us," he explained.

Rachel smiled, "I feel the same way," she admitted, "it just may be the last time we get to be alone until we can get one of our parents to baby-sit for the night," she smiled.

"We do have the whole month of April that we could take a weekend trip. Mom doesn't work weekends anymore and I'm sure I could talk Burt into giving me a weekend off," he commented, "you know, for a little weekend get-a-way."

"Yes, I love that idea, but I'd be worried the whole weekend that we'd get a call that Quinn is in labor," she said softly.

Puck pulled the door to Starbucks open and allowed her to walk in first before following her, "I get ya, I'd feel the same way," he admitted.

"Hey Puck, hey Rachel!" Mercedes called out.

The couple looked over and saw Mercedes along with Matt, Mike and Brittany sitting at a table. "Hey guys," Puck nodded at them, as he and Rachel walked over.

"Hello all," Rachel greeted, "fancy seeing you here," she admitted.

"We're loading up on coffee. Not going to sleep tonight," Matt commented, holding up his large drink.

"Same here," Puck agreed, "no point."

"How are you doing?" Mercedes asked calmly.

"Fine," Puck told her, "just want to get home." Rachel nodded in agreement.

"Have you heard anything else?" Mike asked.

"No," Rachel shook her head, "I spoke to daddy earlier and he said they're still looking."

"They'll find them," Brittany said, "and my dad told me Quinn won't have the baby before they do, so don't worry about that."

Rachel slid into a seat next to Brittany while Puck moved over to the counter to order their coffees, "we're trying not to worry, but we can't help it. We want to stay positive and have faith, but it's really hard knowing why they're being held in the first place," she commented, running her hand nervously through her hair, when she noticed something across the table; Matt and Mercedes had their hands under the table and they were sitting close enough to be holding hands, "are you two... Is there something you two haven't told us yet?" Rachel asked curiously.

Mercedes ducked her head and Matt shrugged, moving their hands out from under the table to set them on the top, clasped together, "we're gonna see what happens," Mercedes smiled glancing at Matt.

Matt nodded, "yeah."

"Whoa, when did that happen?" Puck asked, noticing their hands as he set a cup holder down with four coffees in it and tugged a chair over to sit down next to Rachel.

"Um, officially in Detroit, but we've been thinking about it since Sectionals," Mercedes admitted.

"Nice, congrats," Puck nodded at them.

Hearing everyone's cell phone gone off, they all dug them out and glanced at it, seeing a text message from Will, "hey! Just remember curfew is still at eleven even if you plan to stay up all night, which is fine. Be on the bus by five am."

"Guess we're not the only ones staying up all night," Rachel said taking a sip of her coffee.

"We still have to pack babe," Puck commented, "you want to hang out or go back?" He asked.

"We'll go back with you guys," Matt replied, "I still need to pack. Trying to figure out how to get all the stuff I bought into my suitcases."

"Me too," Brittany nodded.

Coffees in hand, the three couples headed outside, "you know," Rachel commented, "I just realized that the only two in the group that doesn't have a significant other is Santana and Kurt; even Mandy and Travis are dating."

"Wow, I guess I never really thought about it," Mercedes said.

Taking their time to chat while they walked, the six friends returned to their hotel and got on the elevator to go up to their rooms. Puck and Rachel said 'goodnight' as their friends stepped of the elevator on the second floor before the doors closed and it took them up to the next floor where Rachel and Puck were staying. Stepping off, the two walked to their room and Rachel got her key card from her pocket and unlocked the door, stepping inside with her boyfriend right behind her, the coffee carrier in his hand.

"I can't wait to get home," Puck admitted setting the carrier on the stand next to the bed.

"Same here," Rachel agreed, taking a seat next to him.

Puck wrapped his free arm around her waist and pulled her close, "in some ways, I wish that we hadn't found out about dad and Quinn. I mean I'm concerned, but it just put a damper on the rest of the trip."

Rachel nodded, "I see what you mean."

He stayed quite for a moment before looking at her, "I feel so helpless. I can't do anything."

Rachel leaned into him, pressing a kiss to his lips, "Noah, we're doing what we can by being concerned and hoping for the best. Your dad is a cop, he's trained for this," she whispered.

Smiling at her words, he kissed her and brushed his hand along her cheek, holding her in the kiss for a moment longer before he pulled away, "you're right," he whispered.

She shook her head at his response, "someone once told me 'miracles can happen when you believe,' " she replied, summarizing what he said the night before, quoting the words from the song they'd sung just days earlier.

...

Ethan was finally picking up the pattern with Terri. The only time she'd show up was either to let them have a 'bathroom break' or to give them food. Ethan refused to eat anything, he could eat later, letting Quinn pick at whatever she wanted. Ken never entered the room, only stood in the doorway with his gun held at them.

Hearing the lock on the door clanging, Ethan got confused; his pattern had worked so far, but they'd already been given food and had their 'break' so he didn't know what was going on. Glancing at his watch he saw it was just after eleven-thirty am when Terri came in, set up a folding chair and sat down with a tablet of paper in her hands. "I just wanted to sit down and talk to you both. I need some medical information for my daughter," she said.

"She's not yours!" Quinn exclaimed.

"Oh yes she is. I'm taking her as soon as she's born," Terri 'reminded' them.

"Quinn, just answer her questions," Ethan told the teen, looking at her.

Quinn wiped her eyes, "why? What's the use? She's just going to kill us when she's born! You know she will!"

"I won't kill you," Terri said, "but Ken might shoot him if you don't calm down. You could hurt my baby."

Quinn scooted closer to Ethan, "please don't," she begged wrapping her arms around Ethan's arm.

"Now, where were we?" Terri smiled, "how old are you Quinn?"

"Seventeen," she said softly.

"And this Puck is?"

"Seventeen," Ethan responded.

"Now I already know some things about Quinn, but what nationality is Puck?"

"He's half Irish and half, well, I guess Jewish is the best way to say it."

"He's Jewish?"

"We are, yes," Ethan nodded.

Quinn calmly stood up and leaned against the wall by the mattress, her hands balling into fists at her sides, "HOW COULD YOU?" She exclaimed glaring at Ken, "they trusted you! You were their coach and Puck and Finn should be able to trust you and look at what you're doing? I hope you rot in hell!" She yelled, her anger flaring.

Ethan jumped up quickly and grabbed Quinn around the chest to hold her back, "Quinn!" He hissed, "now's not the time!"

"He's a selfish backstabbing asshole! He's willing to ruin two of his players lives just to get what? Emma? She never was his in the first place!" Quinn was trying to pull from Ethan's grasp, but he held her tight, "it's not fair!" She exclaimed, breaking down and sobbing as she clung to Ethan's arms while he held them around her chest.

"I didn't know the baby was Puck's," Ken said looking at Quinn sadly.

"So it's alright to take it if it was Finn's?" She snapped through tears.

"He didn't want it, so I thought I was helping," Ken tried to defend his choice.

"Well you're wrong! Puck loves this baby and can't wait to be a father! Don't help her take that away from him, please!" She was begging now. She knew she wouldn't be able to get through to Terri, but she might just be able to crack Ken.

The hand holding the gun wavered and Ethan looked at him, "I suggest you lower your weapon and safety it because if it goes off and hits Quinn, neither one of you will live more than seconds," Ethan hissed holding Quinn as she sobbed.

"And just who do you think you are?" Terri asked looking at him.

"I'm a hockey player, so back off you lying piece of shit!" Ethan snapped.

Her mouth fell open, "how dare you!"

"Excuse me?" he asked moving to stand in front of Quinn, "you're never going to get this baby, so back the fuck off!"

"Ken, shoot him!" Terri said turning to Ken who had lowered the gun.

Ken's face fell and he stared at the ground, the gun now at his side pointing to the ground, "I can't... I can't do this any more, Terri."

"Well if you're not going to I will," Terri moved towards him, but Ken pulled his hand from her and lifted it up so she couldn't reach it. "They need to know who is in charge here," Terri snapped.

Ethan guided Quinn backwards to the corner of the room, his body pressing her gently against the wall; shielding her from harm. He could feel her hands holding onto his sweatshirt and he watched the gun get jostled between Ken and Terri, the two fighting over it as if they were two children fighting over a stuffed animal to play with. Ethan was about to say something, but before he could open his mouth, a shot sent a deafening echo through the room; a single bullet barreling towards the two in the corner...

...

Music: "Far Away" by Nickelback on their 'All The Right Reasons' album. First discovered the song from my best guy friend. He had that song set as his ring on his phone when I'd call him, and I've been hooked on it ever since. Listening to the lyrics, OMG how Ethan and Deborah is that? I know that Ethan didn't write it, but it's fiction, right? It's written by Chad and Michael Kroeger, so that part is true; just borrowing the song from them.

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A/N4: Yes, I know, EVIL, but all will be revealed in the next chapter... ;)

A/N5: Schools... Well, we know where I got Clovis East High School (Chris Colfer's high school), so how about Lake Highlands High School in Dallas, Texas? In 2001, the super hot Mark Salling graduated from there. :D