Title: My Private Nation

Pairing: Quinn/Rachel

Rating: R. They're so, so obviously in love. Secretly. And they are so, so obviously both girls. Not so secretly. Femslash, in case you didn't get it.

Spoilers: Takes place after EP 13 'Sectionals'. Contains major part of storyline up until EP22.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, the songs, or even the characters.

Author's Note: Un-beta-ed for now so feel free to point out errors. Happy Reading.

Now it was getting irritating. It had been just two days since Mr. Schue had handed out their assignment, and there wasn't a moment that Finn didn't use to try to sidle up to Rachel.

Double dates sucked. Quinn had thought that this might lead to two or three hours of the boys discussing… well, discussing boy topics while she ate in peace, but it was fast turning into a gag fest.

Finn and Rachel, being Finn and Rachel, were taking the assignment pretty much to the word and being sappy, for lack of a better word.

"Coach Sylvester's one of the judges." Cue chaos.

She wasn't sure if the flutters in her stomach were being caused by the huge Show Choir Championship Sign looming over her head or the baby getting restless, but she ignored them anyway. She was Quinn Fabray – winner of National Championships with Sue breathing down her neck. This was a piece of cake compared to that.

And then she saw the look on Rachel's face and realized that it wasn't – this meant too much to the brunette, which in turn meant it meant too much to her. They needed to win this thing. If only the kid would stop kicking her.

"Quinn, are you alright?" asked Rachel, even as the blonde tried to conceal her grimace.

"Yeah, yeah. Stage fright."

"Don't worry about it. We've practised so much that you could do it in your sleep."

The brunette's words were more for herself than they were for Quinn. Sure, she'd had stage fright before – it was one of those things that never went away – but one push to get out there and she'd forget everything but her audience. Except her daddy wasn't well and her dad couldn't leave him and come. She'd insisted, but standing in front of the entrance to the stage, Rachel was cursing her generosity. Why was she so damn nice? And why hadn't her dad just insisted on coming – did he not know that she needed him there? He was her dad. He should have insisted.

It didn't really register, what Finn had said, till their names were called on stage.

"I love you."

It should have caused some reaction. Even if they were performing, it should have stuck with her. But it didn't – that was the first clue. Or would have been anyway, if the events after their performance left her any time to think.

They'd been good – really good. Better than Sectionals, better than Aural Asskissers, but she didn't know if they'd be better than Vocal Adrenaline. They were awesome and due to perform. And who was that waiting for them?

Judy. In the green room. And the adrenaline from the performance still coursing through Rachel. Judy was talking. Rachel couldn't really concentrate.

"My water just broke."

Quinn had said… wait. What?

In the moment it took Rachel to comprehend what just happened, half the club was hovering over the blonde as Mr. Schue went to get his car out of the parking lot.

"Come on, sweetie. The car's out front."

Judy was on one side of the blonde and Puck on the other. Rachel had thought she was tiny, but even then there was barely enough space to squeeze past her teammates and near the blonde.

The contractions had started. Or maybe they'd started before and no one had noticed. Because they were coming too fast and they weren't supposed to be this fast this quick. Stupid, stupid competition. Stupid… was she really calling Regionals stupid?

"Rach."

It took her a moment again. Damn.

"Rachel! … Listen, stay." Contraction.

"Quinn's right. We need someone here. What if they announce the results and no one takes the trophy? Disqualified on the spot. Rachel, you stay here – we'll call you as soon as we get there."

"Um… okay. Sure." She stopped at the door, watching them all try to cram into the car. Why had Quinn asked her to stay?

"What? No, I didn't—"

"Sweetie, get into the car. Quick now, we don't want the baby coming out in the middle of the street."

"Stay with me." That's what she was going to say before the contraction hit and she was left breathless. Were these people stupid – why the heck would she ask Rachel to stay behind?

"Mom, I want Rachel to come with me. Tell her."

"Quinnie, I remember you told her to stay." God, she hated it when her mother spoke to her like she was five.

"Stay here. With me. Mom, don't argue. Get her here." The car was already moving.

"The other car. I'll get her to come in the other car with the Hummels. We really can't stop right now, can we?"

"Fine." Another contraction. Yeah, stopping was not a good idea. "Just… make sure she's there."

Puck was 'borrowing' a bike to his house first – getting some stuff he'd wanted to give the kid before going to the hospital.

Rachel had picked up a bottle of water from somewhere that she was shoving into Puck's hand as he passed her.

"For Quinn. She's going to shout so much… and her throat gets dry extremely fast. But she won't drink it – she'll just shout some more and you'll have to force her to get some water down her throat. "

He looked down at the bottle and then back up at her. "Why aren't you coming?"

"She asked me to stay."

"What?"

"She—Just go, Noah. And call me. Please."

So.. Short. But quick. I have a question - what should Rachel do now?