Finn was sprawled out on his bed, ignoring the thought that the Glee Club was at the hospital while Quinn went into labor. He didn't want to be there, not after everything that had happened. His phone blasted music.

"Hello?" Finn asked gruffly.

"Finn, get your lazy ass over here," a voice growled into the phone. The voice had a naturally seductive edge to it.

"Santana?" Finn asked.

"Yes?" she replied angrily.

"Why are you calling me?" Finn asked. He could practically hear her eyes roll.

"Quinn is going into labor!" Santana snapped.

"So?" Finn asked.

"Puck's only in there because he is the father! She doesn't like him," Santana said.

"So?" Finn asked again.

"You don't think I see how you stare at her? I'm not stupid. You think I don't see those envious looks you cast at Puck?" she demanded.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Finn stammered.

"Finn, she needs you! She said your name in her sleep. Puck is pissed but she's resisting him! She is so stressed that the doctors are worried," Santana said.

"Could she die?" Finn asked. Santana paused.

"I don't know," Santana said softly and honestly. Finn stabbed the end button and slipped on his coat.

He called his mom.

"Mom, Quinn in labor. I'm going over," Finn said.

"I knew you'd do the right thing," his mom said. Finn ran down the stairs, nearly tripping twice. He grabbed and fumbled with the car keys. He hopped in the car and drove out of the driveway.

"I'm coming, Quinn," he said to himself, wishing she could hear him.