When I grow up, I want to be famous. I want to be a star. I want to be in movies.

I read the note a few times over Rachel's shoulder. It was taped to her binder that was sitting in her lap. Her eyes were glued to Mr. Schuester as he went over song ideas for sectionals.

The paper was yellow with age and it was written with a green crayon. The writing was big and messy, as if a child wrote it. My gaze wandered down to the slowly growing bump under my shirt and I began to wonder what she would grow up to be. A singer? Would she be a cheerio? Would she have a stutter? Would I even get to find out?

Rachel's hand shot up, making me jump as hand appeared directly in front of my face. Bringing me back to the glee meeting at hand.

Rachel prattled on about an important part of singing, blah blah blah. I tuned her out; I had bigger things to worry about. Unfortunately, Mr. Schuester raised his voice, bringing me back to glee. "Okay, so it's been decided. Everyone must come up with two suggestions for sectionals."

At that moment, everyone stood up, meaning it was safe to assume that the meeting was over with. I felt Finn grab my hand pull me back down to my seat.

"Quinn, I need to talk to you. Listen... I was fired from my job. They found out about the wheel chair."

"What?! Finn! We have a baby to raise. You don't need to be telling me this after Saturday." I could feel my anger seething from my mouth and being projected through my words. I shook my head at him and before he could say another word, I said, "Finn. I need a man." I stood up, collecting my books and walking down the benches and out of the door.

My fingers began to hurt as I held my books tightly to my chest, running through the some what empty halls. I ignored Finn as he called after me. He really was an idiot. At least Puck knows when to leave me alone. My lungs began to burn as I pushed myself harder to reach my car, my ticket away from Finn.

When I finally reached it, I leaned forward to catch my breath as I put my books on the hood of my car. Normally I would go home and hide away for a few hours, ignoring Finn's phone calls and text messages. A bitter laugh escaped my lips; my home was at Finn's now. I had no place to escape to.

I stared at the driver's side door, willing myself to get in. I laid a hand on my baby bump before grabbing my books and getting in the car. I needed a new sanctuary. Santana and Brittany were both at practice. They would also talk constantly about how hot Puck is, or how hard the routine is. Neither of which I want to listen to. The rest of my friends began to toss slushies in my face when I was tossed out of the cheerios. Crap.

My knuckles turned white as I gripped the steering wheel, willing the tears to stop collecting in her eyes before they fall. Out of the corner of my eye I could see someone exit the building.

Taking this opportunity, I wiped my eyes and jumped out of the car. "Kurt!" My voice was weak and Kurt didn't even twitch, he just continued walking to his car. I think noticed a wire starting from his pocket and splitting into two wires and they led up to his ears.

I cupped my hands around my mouth for one last try. "Kurt!" This time his head whipped in my direction. I could see confusion behind his Coach sunglasses as he pulled his headphones out.

I shuffled my feat under his gaze and said, "Do you wanna hang out?"

He opened his mouth to reply, but I cut in. "I can just follow you to your house? I plastered a smile on my face that was completely fake. Either he bought my sincerity or could see through my charade. It didn't matter either way because in the end he gave me a nod and started towards his car again.

I parked in the street; in front of his drive way. Putting the car in park, I took a deep breath before turning it off and getting out of the car. I left my phone in the passenger seat, taking only my keys as I approached Kurt standing at the top of the drive way. His posture was guarded as he led me into his house. Setting his bag on the counter, he continued his to the kitchen where we found his father biting into a jelly doughnut. A gob of jelly slid down his chin and onto his shirt as he noticed us. I gave him a smile that I use on all of the parents I meet and stuck my hand out. "Hello, my name is Quinn." My ponytail bounced as I said this as cheerful as I possibly could. He stared for a moment, looking confused before he quickly wiped his hand on his jeans.

He gave my hand a firm shake and I could feel residue from the doughnut smearing on my hand. I could see black smudge, probably engine grease, on the back of my hand from his thumb.

"Dad, we're just going to hang out in my room." I look back and forth between the two of them before saying, "Don't worry, sir. We are just going to be studying for a sp-" Kurt cut me off and said, "Quinn. He knows I'm gay." My eyes widened in surprise and my mouth opened and closed a few times, mirroring a fish.

"I'll be in the garage if you need me, Kurt." With that said, Kurt grabbed my wrist and dragged me away from his father as they went their separate ways.

"I know his hand was covered in oil and jelly. I have these wipes that are very good for your skin. Imagine baby wipes on steroids." I saw his mouth twitch as he tried to not smile. He opened his door and motioned for me to take a seat on his bed.

He sat next to me on his bed and handed me the wipes. Taking one, I began to clean my hand to give me something to do. I made sure to wipe my entire hand twice, getting every inch of thoroughly, trying to avoid looking at Kurt.

"So spill." He was concise and to the point. "What?" I feigned innocence and tried to look the part as well.

"I could hear you and Finn arguing about something after glee. Plus I know you've been crying. The area under your eyes is dry and puffy."

"It's nothing, Kurt." I surveyed his room, still not wanting to look at him directly. It was clean and everything was in order. Hair and skin care products were neatly lined up on his dresser. His bed felt like a cloud and she just wanted to lie down and sleep in it.

"So when did you come out to your dad?" It was a simple question that I hope he wouldn't find too invasive. I was enjoying not being in Finn's company. Plus it was a good way to get him off of what happened at Glee today.

"After the football game. He said he knew already." He put a cap on a bottle of moisturizer and stood up to put it on his dresser.

"So he was fine with it?" I finally gave in and leaned back to lay on his bed and stared at his ceiling. Did he vacuum it? It seemed really… clean.

"He is uncomfortable dealing with the emotional aspect of it. My mom was to one to handle those situations. But he loves me and he supports me. Though I doubt I could ever go to him for guy trouble." I felt a dip in the bed as he sat next to me again.

I propped myself up on my elbows and smiled, a laugh bubbling up from my stomach and escaping my lips. "What happened to your mom?"

The smile he was wearing dropped from his face when I said this.

"Nothing, Quinn." He turned away to look at him in the mirror that hangs above his dresser.

Touché, I thought. I let my body relax once more against his bed, letting several minutes pass as I laid there with my eyes closed.

I decided to break the silence with something small. "I love your bed, Kurt." My hands were underneath my blue sweater, slowly rubbing circles on my stomach.

"You should probably go, Quinn."

I opened my eyes and sat up, realizing that I over stayed my welcome. "Yeah," I heard my self say, "Sorry about that."

He didn't answer me and I could feel his eyes staring at the back of my head as I showed myself out the door.

Way to fuck it up, Fabray.