This one is pretty short. :) Enjoy!

Summary So Far: Quinn is having twins, two boys. Her biggest problem is that they have two different fathers: Will and Finn. She feels that her life is falling apart. Mike kissed her in front of Finn, earning herself a heartbreaking breakup scene where everyone could hear the secret of her pregnancy being revealed. Puck and Santana have both died. She's living with Will, but while distracted by Rachel and Quinn, Will got hit by a bus. Quinn knows he isn't making it out alive.

"He's gone."

I nodded. "I knew it."

"Would you like to see him?" Ellie asked softly.

I shook my head. "No, thank you. I think I'll just go now," I sighed. I shook Ellie's hand and exited the hospital, feeling strange. I felt like I should cry, but there were no tears I could feel welling up in my body. Maybe I wanted to scream; my throat seemed to close at the thought. I bit my bottom lip as I climbed into the driver's seat of my car.

I ended up pulling into the parking lot of McKinley High when I realized I had no place to go. My things were still at Will's house, but I wasn't about to stay in his house by myself.

I got out of the car and entered the building, pulling my jacket around myself for extra warmth. It was almost eight o'clock, and I was surprised that nobody had locked the doors of the school; it was so easy for someone to rob the place. I looked around cautiously as I moved through the dim, quiet hallways. Soon, I heard the sound of someone weeping very softly. My brow puckered as I strained my ears to hear better. The source of the sound became unmistakable then, and I heard a very familiar consoling voice, too.

I followed the voices and found myself in the choir room, only to find Rachel sitting on the piano bench, crying into her hands. As expected, Finn was kneeling down beside her, trying to comfort her. He glanced at me, and then turned his attention back to Rachel.

I took a slow step forward. "Rachel, are you okay?"

She looked up at me. "We killed Mr. Schuester, Quinn," she cried.

"No, we didn't," I insisted, shaking my head.

"We distracted him. We waved and he turned and couldn't know that bus was coming. . . ." She trailed off, heavy sobs racking her body. Finn hugged her closer toward himself.

"You've got to calm down," I breathed, sitting on my knees on Rachel's other side. "You don't want to cause any harm to the baby by being all stressed like this." I wasn't sure if being stressed could do damage to the baby, but I knew that I wanted Rachel to shut the hell up.

Rachel nodded, wiping her tears away. "You're right," she said shakily, taking a deep breath. "I do need to calm down. I don't want to harm Jonas."

"Jonas?" I asked, and as I did, I realized she was referring to her baby.

"Yes; Jonas. I believe that this baby is a boy and I'm going to name him Jonas Ezra," Rachel explained. "I've decided that he is, in fact, going to have Noah's last name, since he will be Noah's flesh and blood."

I nodded. I didn't want to feed into the conversation and let Rachel keep talking, but Jonas Ezra Puckerman—even being a total Jewish name—was pretty cute, and I could imagine a tan-skinned little boy with hazel eyes named Jonas rocking a Mohawk while singing phenomenally.

"I'd like for you to take me home now," Rachel said to Finn, looking up at the tall boy.

Finn nodded, half-smiling. "Go wait in the car; I'll be there in a second."

Rachel nodded, trekking out of the choir room. I looked at Finn and waited.

"Where are you staying?" he asked me.

"As of right now," I sighed, "nowhere."

He twiddled his thumbs awkwardly. "You should . . . come back to my place, then. I'll, um, actually take the couch instead of sharing a bed with you. And . . ." He looked up at me. "It's kinda weird not having you there. So you can, you know, get your stuff from Mr. Schue's place, and then just come to my house."

I wanted to run up and hug him, crying happily into his chest. But we weren't dating anymore, and he was still mad at me. I nodded, smiling as if to thank him. He turned toward the doorway and gestured or me to walk with him. We loped slowly down the hall, shoulder-to-shoulder.

"You and Rachel still aren't dating, huh?" I looked up at him slowly.

Finn stared at the ground and shook his head.

"Do you love her?" I asked.

"I don't know," he replied a shrug. "I really like her, but . . . I just don't know."

I nodded. "She talks about you a lot. Besides the baby, you're basically her favorite subject."

"Cool." He grinned. "Do you think she'll let me help raise the baby?"

I swallowed, and my stomach twisted into a strange knot. I tried to answer but stammered ineptly. Finally, I managed to respond, "Well, sure. But what about our son?"

"He'll be my total responsibility still. I'm not just gonna abandon you, Quinn. And I'm not gonna leave the twins, either," he said casually. "Even the one that's not mine."

Will flashed into my mind for a split second, but I pushed the thought away.

"So . . . have you thought about any names you might like yet?" I asked to break the awkward silence that was rapidly approaching.

He shrugged. "Not really," he admitted. "I just thought you'd want to make the final decision."

"That doesn't mean I'm not open to any suggestions."

Before I knew it, we were out in the parking lot. Finn stood in front of me, probably debating how he should say goodbye. He wasn't going to hug or kiss me, but it seemed totally weird to high-five or shake hands. So he just waved, grinning lopsidedly as he turned to plod toward his car. I went to my own car, pulling my cell phone out of my purse when I heard it vibrate. It was a text message from Finn, and it read: i think nick is a cool name.

I smiled.

The next day, I entered Glee Club, and Rachel motioned for me to come sit next to her. At first I stood in the middle of the room, staring at her with my brow furrowed. She wanted me to sit next to her? Why would I want to do that? Finn wasn't even there yet. She smiled friendlily, patting the empty red chair next to her. Slowly, I approached and she moved her hand to let me sit. When I did, she continued to smile widely, but I stared at her casually, raising my eyebrows as if to say, "What do you want?"

Her smile softened slightly. "I thought you'd like to sit with me because . . . well . . ." She shrugged. "I thought we were sort of friends now. And I figured we can help each other out with our pregnancies. It would really have a positive impact on me, Quinn, because you've gone through it before." Rachel's smile widened once again. She held her hand out. "So, what do you say? Friends?"

I bit my bottom lip. Before Beth existed, the thought of being friends with Rachel Berry never even crossed my mind; it had been too repulsive to even think about. But now she wasn't so bad. And as that thought came to mind, I knew that I had—no doubt about it—changed as a person.

I shook her hand, a smile playing at the corners of my mouth. "Friends."