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A/N: No Lucy storyline in this, because I hated that storyline so much I almost broke my television. First Quill fanfiction ever, and this is so AU that it's almost ridiculous. The fic does explain itself, so no worries.

She had lied. She had lied to Finn, to Puck. To everyone. But now she needed to tell someone, anyone.

So Quinn walked up to Will Schuester's apartment, knocking weakly on the door. She was terrified of what she was about to do. It was like breaking down the walls of the Hoover Dam. She was screwed and she knew she'd drown but she needed that. She needed to dispose of this numbness that had possessed her for all of this year.

"Hey Quinn, what can I do for you?" He asked and leaned on his door frame. He was smiling. He was smiling that smile.

"Can I come in?" she asked softly. He nodded and led her to the couch, where she sat down and took a shaky breath. Before he could ask what was wrong, she thrust a picture into his hands. He looked at it and his gaze softened with sympathy.

"It's Beth, you must miss her terribly," he said seriously. Quinn felt her eyes well up with tears.

"I do. She has her father's eyes," she smiled bitterly. Will squinted at the picture.

"I hate to contradict you Quinn, but Puck has brown eyes," he said. Quinn nodded.

"I know Puck has brown eyes," she looked Will directly in his eyes. Suddenly Will went pale.

"She has...green-gray eyes," he said hoarsely. Quinn nodded, Beth had the same color eyes as the ones she stared into now.

"She does,"

"She has...my eyes," Will whispered. He looked like he was going to throw up.

"Yes,"

"But...why? Why did you let Puck think?" he was interrupted.

"To protect you. If anyone found out, we'd both be screwed. Puck had gotten me drunk and slept with me just before you impregnated me. I guess your sperms won the race to Beth. It was all too perfect," Quinn sighed. Will looked like he was about to cry.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he murmured. Quinn didn't respond, just looked at the floor.

"Why?" he repeated.

"I was scared. I was really scared. I still am," she said, tears falling down her face.

"So, if I had never found out about Terri, the baby that she took from you to fake as ours would actually have been mine," Will muttered. Quinn looked at him, that was the first thing that came to his head?

"I...am a father," Will sighed. Quinn finally glared at him.

"I've been keeping this secret for over a year now. Well over a year. I needed to tell someone, and I chose you. My mistake, you're making everything worse," Quinn muttered. She stood up but Will took her hand.

"Thank you," he said, tears forming in his eyes. Quinn's walls broke and she sunk to the floor, silent sobs wracking her tiny frame.

"I should've told you sooner. I should've..." Quinn said in between gasps for air. Will pulled her gently to her feet and looked her in the eyes.

"Quinn, you told me now. And that's...that's all that matters. It's summer now. We've got three months to talk this over and get comfortable with this situation," Will said, blinking the tears out of his eyes.

"You're the father of my daughter," Quinn sobbed, cocking her head to the side, looking at Will with a certain helplessness that stirred feelings in him that he hadn't experienced since the night they created Beth.

"Yes...and we'll get through this," he said. Quinn nodded, wiping the tears off of her face. Quinn bit her lip.

"I feel so broken," she murmured. Will's heart sank.

"You'll fix yourself," he assured her. Quinn couldn't look him in the eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, then decided against speaking and closed it. Then she took an unsteady breath and opened her mouth once more.

"Can I...can I stay here tonight?" she asked, trembling all over. Will knew he should probably say no. But he'd just learned that he'd been the father of her child and she was so scared.

"Of course you can Quinn," he replied.

"You can have anything you ask for," he murmured under his breath.

It was true. The effect she had on him, he didn't think he could deny her anything. That was probably part of the reason he slept with her in the first place. He was scared of these feelings he had for her, but he had an obligation to her now.

Quinn was half-asleep in the guest bed. She was weary from crying but the smallest part of her was glad that she told him. Because right before he led her to the guest room, he'd given her a smile that said that he was happy to be a father. Doing this had made her feelings of adoration for him resurface, and they made her feel light and happy, at least they would after she was down crashing and drowning in misery and fear.