"Quinn?" Will Schuester's voice broke her from her personal thoughts. She turned away from the kitchen window and faced him. "Are you alright?" he asked concerned.

She simply shrugged and flashed him a weak smile. "It's been a long year."

"Yeah," he agreed, his eyes shifting to the floor. It had been a long, hard year for Quinn especially. Since the pregnancy, everything in her life had changed. She had been kicked off cheerios, her parents had banished her from her house, Finn hated her, and now that he had gotten what he wanted, Puck wouldn't even give her the time of day. She had fallen from the top of the social pyramid and hit rock bottom. "You need some help with those plates?" Will offered, gentlemanly.

She smiled appreciatively, "Thanks, but I'm not due for a month I think I can handle a stack of plates…"

"Oh, right, yeah…" Will mumbled, blushing slightly.

Over the course of the last few months, he had seen a great change in Quinn. She used to be the head cheerleader. She was the girl that everyone feared, but secretly wanted to be or needed to have. She used to have such a forceful presence that would command any room she entered. Now, she no longer stood out from the rest. Instead, she hid in the crowd, hoping no one would see her so broken and vulnerable.

"Well, I guess we should go back in," Quinn said, breaking the awkward silence that had fallen between them.

"Oh, yeah," Will motioned for her to go first. She walked back into the living room, joining the rest of the glee club, Will following close behind.

After the meeting had come to a close and everyone had left, Quinn remained, helping Mr. Schuester clean up.

"You know, you really don't have to stay," Will said, stacking the greasy paper plates into a neat pile before stuffing them into a black garbage bag. Quinn furrowed her eyebrows and cracked a smile.

"Are you trying to get rid of me Mr. Schu?" she said jokingly.

He chuckled softly, "Of course not, it's just, well I thought you'd want to be out with your friends on a Friday night."

Quinn's smile suddenly faded, the corners of her lips curling down into a frown. "I would…if I had any. Turns out not many people like being associated with the school whore."

"Quinn…" Will said his eyes full of sympathy for the poor girl. He wasn't sure what the right thing to say to comfort her was. He just wanted to make her feel better. "I'm sorry; I know what you're going through must be hard but—"

"Please, don't be. I already feel sorry enough for myself," she said, taking a seat on the couch. "It's not like any of this is your fault anyway…" she trailed off, her eyes focused on her hands as they toyed with the hem of her baby doll tee.

"Quinn, you shouldn't blame yourself for this," Will said, getting up to take a seat next to the dejected, young blonde. "You made a mistake. People make mistakes all the time. Take me for example; I've made my fair share of mistakes throughout my life."

"Yeah, but I made a big mistake, and I can't just move on from it."

Will looked straight into her now glossy, brown eyes. He could see the tears forming, threatening to spill over, down her soft, porcelain cheeks. "Quinn, you are not a bad person."

"Thanks Mr. Schuester…" she whispered, wiping her eyes."It's really nice to have someone to talk to…after my parents kicked me out it's been really hard."

Will grinned, "Well, I'm glad you can confide in me, if you need anything I'm always here."

"Thanks," Quinn mumbled, wrapping her arms around her Spanish teacher and Glee club leader. He reciprocated, holding her close; possibly too close. He took in her soft, silky blonde hair and her sweet scent. Was it vanilla? As they pulled away from each other, Will noticed something that he never had before.

Quinn had the most beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen. He was suddenly seeing her in a new light. Due to the pregnancy, he couldn't help but notice how her body had changed from that of a teenage girl to the perfectly curvy and voluptuous body of a woman. He had never once looked at any of his students in this way, and as much as he struggled to keep his mind from straying, he couldn't help himself. But what was he doing?

He was her teacher. She was seventeen; practically a child. And he was in his late twenties. It was inappropriate in just about every way. It was just plain wrong.

"Well, it's getting kind of late," Quinn said, slowly getting to her feet. Will quickly broke from his unscrupulous thoughts and assisted the girl. He led her to the door, hating himself for wishing that she didn't have to leave just yet.

"Thanks…for everything," Quinn said, looking up into his eyes.

"Any time," Will replied with a warm smile.

"Well I'll see you Monday then," she said softly, and turned to the door. Will watched as she exited and made her way down the hallway. He closed the door, locked it and let out a long, loud sigh. It was unethical for him to suddenly have these feelings towards one of his students, especially Quinn, who was only seventeen and pregnant with another one of his student's baby. He was crossing over into dangerous territory. One that could get him fired, or even worse; arrested.