Hello! Did you forget about me!?

Quinn could barely see the road through her tears as she gripped the steering wheel to her little, red car. She kept herself straight as best she could, nearly hitting a few mailboxes that she thought were far too close to the side of the road as she sped toward Rachel's house. Still in her pajamas, Quinn parked in the long driveway and grabbed the backpack from her passenger side seat, dashing up to the front door with her hand supporting her baby bump.

She took a deep breath and her hand reached out to ring the door bell. Counting to thirty in her head, Quinn rang the doorbell one more time before Rachel called, "Alright, I'm coming!"

The door flew open and she saw Rachel standing there, wrapped up in a blanket.

"Quinn," Rachel said in shock, staring at the disgruntled blonde that was sniffling on her stoop. "What's wrong?"

"I am done with him!" Quinn shrieked, causing a dog in the distance to bark. "Completely done!"

"Why don't you come inside and we'll talk?" Rachel said, holding the door open as Quinn stormed into the house and dropped her backpack down on the ground.

"What happened?" Rachel said, pausing a movie and turning to her friend.

Quinn rubbed her hands on her legs a few times as she took deep breaths. "We had just put Joey to sleep. Tonight was good, compared to this morning. We got into a fight about breakfast and-"

"I know, he told me," Rachel interrupted, pulling her knees up to her chest.

"Alright. Well, tonight, we all sat down and had a nice dinner with Joey's little friend, Freddy, and we even got a little intimate with each other. Well, not a little. We-"

"Spare me the details, please."

"Point is, we put Joey to bed. Then, we're in the living room, watching a movie about this teenager with cancer who is a complete Debbie Downer about everything until she meets this guy. Surprise, right? Then, all of a sudden, he's talking about the baby again and he's driving me totally nuts!"

"How did the conversation go, exactly?"

Quinn took a deep breath.

"You want me to keep the baby?" Quinn shouted from across the room, grabbing a book and throwing it at him.

"That's a slight over reaction," Rachel said, interrupting the story.

"Well, you'd have to be there to really understand the-"

"You shouldn't throw a book at him, regardless."

"Are you gonna keep interrupting me, or are you gonna let me tell the story?"

Rachel fell silent.

Puck fell to the floor, dodging the book as it hit the glass doors that lead out to the patio, nearly missing him as it landed on the rug. "Yes, I do." His head popped up from behind the couch, his arms resting on the back. "I think that I'd be a good dad, plus we're already living together and we're, like, dating, right?" Quinn glowered at him. "Keep the baby."

She grabbed another book and hurled it at him with a high pitched scream. "Puck, I love this baby, you know that. But, being a mom at sixteen isn't exactly what girls my age dream about. And you say that we're living together, but how long is that going to last? Keeping the baby; it could tear us apart."

Puck stood up, taking a few steps toward her. "And you don't want that?"

"Of course not!" she said, throwing her arms up in the air. "Puck, I love you and if we keep it, then that love could turn into hate and soon I won't be able to stand you anymore. I'll turn into this haggy old mother who takes care of her baby while you're off doing girls with boob implants and tattoos on their lower backs because you can't stand the thought of sleeping with someone who is exhausted from taking care of a child and smells like baby powder."

"Have you been talking to Mike lately?"

She glared at him. "I just can't stand the thought of losing you…"

Puck gathered the sobbing girl up in his arms and held her tightly. "You love me?" She nodded into his chest. "Then, if you really love me, you'll keep the baby."

Quinn pulled away. "Puck, I can't just keep the baby because I love you. I'm thinking about you, you know I am, but I also have to think about me, whether or not keeping a baby is something I want." His head hung. "And you know something? I just told you I loved you and the only thing you say is 'Have you been talking to Mike lately?' You don't even say it back."

Puck opened his mouth, ready to say it over a thousand times, but nothing came out. When he tried again, still nothing. Her chin wobbled. "And eye for an eye," she whispered, turning her back to him. "That's fine. Good bye, Puck."

And then she was gone.

"And then you were gone?"

Quinn looked at her friend, who was carrying two mugs of hot chocolate into the TV room. "That's what I said, isn't it?"

Rachel handed Quinn one of the mugs and sat back down. "I was just checking to make sure that's what you said." She blew at the steaming beverage and looked at Quinn, who appeared worn out and exhausted. "What do you think you're going to do?"

"I don't know!" Quinn shouted, almost spilling the hot chocolate onto her lap. She sucked a mini marshmallow from the cup. "I don't know whether to punch him because of his stupidity, or hug him for suffering with such brain damage."

Rachel giggled. "I think he's just trying to do what he thinks is best."

"I'm more pissed that he didn't say anything when I told him how I felt."

"He might not be ready for that yet." Quinn looked at Rachel with a limp face. "Come on, Quinn, he's Noah. I think the only thing he's ever said I love you to is his X-Box."

From upstairs, a voice suddenly called, "Ray, who is it?"

"It's Quinn."

"Quinn, how are you, dear?"

"Furious!" the teenager responded, tears spilling from her eyes.

There were footsteps on the stairs and suddenly, Rachel's fathers were standing in the TV room in their matching pajamas. They took one look at Quinn and Michael instantly said, "You can stay here as long as you need to. The couch, the guest room, Rachel's bed, gosh darn it, our bed, are all open to you."

Quinn smiled gratefully as Lyle stepped toward her. He placed his hand on the side of her face, his thumb running along her cheek softly.

"Whatever he did," Lyle said in a hushed tone, his eyes sincere, "he's not worth it."

Quinn's face pinched and she looked down at her lap, tears falling onto the ray fabric of her sweatpants. "He is, too, worth it."

"Why?" Lyle said, still quiet as he knelt down in an attempt to look at her.

"Because," she whispered, wiping her tears away and looking at the olive skinned man. "I love him."

An hour later, when the two hands on the clock were finally meeting up by the 12, Rachel and Quinn were snoring quietly on Rachel's bed. The house was calm as everyone slept soundly, and no one heard the creaking boards on the side of the house as a figure crept up the pillars to the balcony outside Rachel's window. Dressed in all black with a ski mask pulled over their head, the silhouette opened Rachel's window slowly and stepped inside the room.

One breath at a time, they tip-toed across the room. However, they did not get far before stepping on a dance shoe and crashing into the dresser. Rachel and Quinn jolted from their sleep, screaming at the top of their lungs and hugging themselves for protection.

"Curse the ninja Gods," the black figure said, standing up straight and advancing toward them.

"Please don't eat us!" Quinn hollered, grabbing two pencils off Rachel's nightstand and handing one to her friend. They pointed them at the figure.

"Eat you! Ha-ha! Oh, Blondie, that is the very least I will do."

Rachel jabbed the pencil with a troll doll on the top at him. "Just try to eat us," she threatened, stabbing the intruder once with her pencil.

He yelped and flapped his hands at her. "Stay away, fiend!"

"I could say the same thing to you, you lily-livered mannequin," Rachel retorted as she stabbed the pencil at him again.

The figure dodged out of the way, nearly crashing into the dresser. He snatched a book from the shelf near Rachel's bathroom and used it as a shield as he moved his way toward her. As the two people circled the room, Quinn scrambled across the bed and turned on the light. The lanky silhouette of the intruder was revealed and Quinn watched in utter confusion as a battle between her friend and the seeming ninja took place.

"You've entered this room far too many times," Rachel said, her eyes narrowing.

"Rach, what is going on."

"This swine," she said with a jab of her pencil, "has been intruding my personal space for days."

"Who is he?"

"You know me well, Quinn," the figure said in a voice that sounded far too familiar.

"And he won't get away with this!" Rachel shouted her arm shooting out to snatch her bottle of perfume of her dresser top.

The figures hands dropped his defense system as he held his arms up in surrender. "Ah. Shit. I can't compete with perfume. It'll make my asthma start to act up."

The lanky black figure reached up and pulled off the ski mask, running his hand over his spiky black hair a few times.

"Mike, this has to be the last time you break into my house!" Rachel warned, putting her pencil down and walking over to Quinn, who was still trembling from fright.

"But, it's so much fun!" Mike dragged out, dancing in his spot.

Rachel put her arm around Quinn. "It may be fun, but you scared the bajesus out of Quinn and you always do it at absurd hours of the night!"

Mike sits down on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry if I scared you, Quinn. I didn't know you were going to be here, and I had to sneak out of my own house to get over here, so I figured sneaking into yours was appropriate."

The brunette rolled her eyes with a smile, and Quinn nodded in thanks for his apology. "So. What are you doing here, Q?"

"I don't wanna talk about it," she said, scooting under the covers and resting her head on one of Rachel's many pillows.

She heard Mike mouth something to Rachel, but she ignored it and pretended to fall back asleep as the two of them left the room. Rachel shut the light of as she did, the door closing not long after. As soon as they were down stairs, Quinn's hand shot out and snatched her cell phone off the night stand.

The screen was blank.

"I hate you," she whispered through her tears that were starting to soak the pillow case. "I hate you but, please… Please call me…"

Oooooookay, so that's another chapter done. I hope you liked it, and don't forget to check up on the new Total Eclipse of the Heart on my profile. Most of the chapters will be the same, but this one will continue to follow Quinn, while the other follows Rachel.

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