This is my first story here on so I would appreciate it if you guys took that into consideration. I'm new to this, and I know Fuinn isn't a very popular couple but I adore them together. I promised myself that I would write a story about them while they are still together.
Quinn was placed in the back, right beside Brittany and Tina as Rachel's voice filled the theater. She watched as Rachel walked down the isle of seats ever so slowly, her gaze lingering on Finn as he stepped out of the curtain, his voice blending with hers. Quinn felt a twinge of hurt as Finn grabbed Rachel's hand, and they ran on stage. It was Sectionals, and everyone knew that Finn and Rachel had gotten closer. They had been inseperable these past few weeks, and now it seemed clear what's been happening; Finn was moving on from her. With Rachel.
She hated the emotions she was feeling. Hurt, jealousy, surprise, and most of all...guilt. For 6 months she had lied to him saying that the baby she was carrying was his, when it was in fact Puck's, his best friend's. She was selfish and stupid to think that somehow everything would work out between them, that Finn would never find out about that one awful, haunting night. She was drunk, felt fat, and Puck felt the need to take advantage of that. She wanted Finn to be the father. The real father. Every night she would think, 'I will tell him the truth tomorrow', but one look at those loving, big eyes she just couldn't bring herself to tell him.
But here they were now. Finn found out, and that lead him straight into the arms of Rachel Berry. She hadn't spoken a word to him since he broke up with her, because everytime they laid eyes on each other it just reminded him of how much she hurt him. He hated her, she was certain of that. He had to. How could he not? Quinn pushed her feelings to the side, focusing her attention on the performance. They had finished the song minutes later, as the light dimmed on them. She heard the audience clap and cheer, but that didn't cheer her up in the least bit. The audience were clapping for Finn and Rachel, not her. It was them who stole the show; who mesmerized the audience with their voices. Nobody cared about Quinn Fabray. At least not anymore.
When everyone rushed off the stage, adrenaline still pumping through their veins, they all laughed and hugged each other. She forced a smile, hugging Mercedes and Kurt tightly and telling them how great they were. She laughed at Kurt who merely replied saying, "of course I was amazing" and Meredes, being the great friend she was, returned the words. She was laughing when she turned to look at Finn, who was standing with Rachel at the back. A tall, familiar blonde woman was talking to him, her eyes relaxing once they rested on me. Finn turned and tilted his head my way, awkwardly.
Mom.
I walked up to my mom, swallowing the lump that was forming in my throat. The last time I saw her was when she and my father kicked me out months ago when they put the pieces together and figured out about my pregnancy. She stood there, nervous and awkward. She looked at me, her eyes glistening and then we both cracked. We clutched onto each other as we cried.
"Mom, I missed you." I cried, tears falling down my cheeks.
"I know, sweetie, I know." She rubbed my back as a sign of comfort, and she kissed my forehead. "I missed you too, Quinn."
We stayed there until I managed to collect myself, pulling away wiping at my tears. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you. You were beautiful, Quinn." She smiled at me, "I wanted to see my daughter again. Because I love her so much, and..."
I waited for her to continue, biting my lip to keep myself from crying all over again. I couldn't help but notice that we were being watched by everyone else, while they pretended to be preoccupied with each other and their conversations. Finn, as well. I could tell he was watching me, intently. He knew what kind of relationship I had with my mother in the past. I had felt the pressure to make her proud; to be the perfect daughter. He was there when they kicked me out. I couldn't help but notice a small hint of concern wash over his face as he watched us.
My mother's mouth formed into a hopeful smile. "...I was hoping you would come back to live with me."
Her last question was a blur. My face went pale, and I started shaking slightly. My mother's eyebrows knit together, confused and concerned. "Say something, Quinn. Anything."
I released a shaky breath, my hands going over my stomach. "My water broke."
