Hello everyone, I'm Porcelain Birds! Thank you for popping in to read Life Unexpected! This is an AU Glee fic that's been floating around my head for a few weeks now, and I've finally decided to write it down! I may just leave this as a one-shot, but if inspiration strikes, I'll let the words flow, and it might become a multi-chaptered story. But for now, it is what it is, so I hope you enjoy what you read!

Quinn glared at the white stick she held between her shaking fingers. The material was smooth, hard and cold, exactly how she felt right now. This could not be happening. Things like this didn't happen to girls like her. She was pretty, popular, smart, the perfect child. She was the president of the celibacy club, not the slut club. Santana had that job covered. And yet, she wasn't the one shaking in a bathroom, looking at the two unforgiving pink lines glaring back up at her.

The blonde cheerleader felt her brown eyes fill with tears. She was pregnant. As much as she wanted to ignore reality as she had been up until this point, she had to face the facts. She was pregnant, and the baby did not belong to her boyfriend. In fact, her baby belonged to the last person she ever would have imagined herself having a baby with.

How had things gotten so screwed up? Oh right, that damned party.

xxx

Quinn was going to kill Santana Lopez. Why, of all people, had she invited Rachel 'Manhands' Berry to her house party? Sure, maybe she had planned on torturing the geek a little, but Santana was far too drunk to do so now, as was almost anyone of any social status. And Quinn couldn't torment her alone.

So she was left alone, sober, watching as her boyfriend groped the brunette little freak, watching as the coy smirk made its way on Rachel Berry's face, watching her flip her hair flirtatiously. It made Quinn shake with anger. There were many things she was, but a cheater wasn't one of them. And now she was forced to watch as her boyfriend was practically committing adultery right in front of her!

Glaring down at her pretty blue heels, she clutched the water in her hand tightly, and scowled. It hadn't helped that she and Finn had been fighting. But in her defense, it was completely his fault! He had called her fat! Well, not in so many words, but he had asked why her Cheerio's uniform wasn't fitting her the same way. Didn't he know that she had been handed a new uniform, a size too small?

But as Quinn continued to glare on at the oh so happy couple, she couldn't help but think mournfully, that maybe Finn had been right. Maybe Quinn should be able to fit into a size two uniform. Maybe she was fat. Well starting today, she would change that. She would diet even more, until she was practically anorexic. Anything to keep Finn out of the clutches of that boyfriend stealing treasure trail that was Rachel Berry. It would all be worth it in the end.

A part of her knew what a load of crap that was. She was already on Sue Sylvester's patented Cheerios diet. She already consumed only Master Cleanse, aside from a party every now and then. But starting tonight, she would do everything in her power to eat less, and to focus more on being thin and perfect, the exact image that Finn must want. Sure, she couldn't shrink her height down to the same height that Rachel Berry stood at, but she could certainly shrink her width.

"Wine cooler?"

Quinn looked up, startled to hear a voice addressing her. The plastic cup of water slipped out of her hand and fell to the ground, splashing both herself and the teen in front of her with the clear tasteless liquid. "Oops."

The boy in front of her simply smirked. "Wasn't trying to scare you, but you seemed about as miserable as I feel. Well felt. But I've had a couple of wine coolers since then, and I'm feeling just fine now. Thought I'd offer you the same cure."

Quinn couldn't help but giggle. This was a boy she knew since she had been in first grade, a cute little toddler on the playground. It was quite adorable, seeing him drunk, as awful as that sounded. It wasn't a side of him that Quinn often got to see. It was rather…endearing. Sure, she had rarely talked to him at school, but he was right, she was miserable.

"Well, I would say yes, but I don't drink." Quinn said honestly, knowing that he would roll his eyes at her. That seemed to be a habit of his. Not that Quinn spent much time noticing his quirks and habits. No, why would she? She had a boyfriend, and he was…well…him.

But that didn't make him any less attractive.

Quinn instantly blushed as that errant thought flitted its way across her mind. Was that adultery? Was she going to hell for thinking that? She certainly hoped not. In the past year she had certainly noticed it, how attractive he was. One might even say he was pretty damn hot. Okay, so lots of people might say that in the confines of their minds. But not Quinn Fabray.

"Well, tonight's as good a night as any to start. I'm guessing the source of your misery is a tall quarterback with a sour side of an annoying midget."

Quinn sighed. Had he always been this perceptive? Why had he chosen now to break out of his stereotyped bubble and begin conversing? Sure, Quinn had noticed him watching from afar occasionally, but she had always attributed that to his secret longing. Quinn understood. The lifestyle of the top dogs was a much coveted one.

But glancing back at her boyfriend, who was now grinding against the stupid, egotistical, little bitch, Quinn's face hardened, as did a piece of her heart. She would not allow herself to be humiliated like that by her own boyfriend, and remain sober. She had watched it happen once before, pretending that she hadn't seen it, ignoring the fallout as soon as she had seen those brown eyes begging her to pretend everything was okay. Quinn would be damned before she saw that again, without the aid of alcohol to take off some of the sting.

So she reached out and took the wine cooler from his hand, ignoring the self satisfied smirk he wore. He liked being right then. Well so did she. And she refused to let Rachel Barbra Berry, or Finnegan Christopher Hudson prove her wrong. If she was going to be wrong, then it would be on her own terms, not theirs. Quinn made a decision right then and there.

She was going to get absolutely smashed, and let the consequences be damned.

xxx

The blonde Cheerio should have known that karma would come around to kick her in the ass. The universe hated her, that was all she could gather at the moment. She cheated one time, and now she was pregnant. She was going to be a teenage parent. Oh god, she was going to push a baby out of…there. What the hell was she going to tell her parents?

Oh god, her parents!

Quinn's frozen form suddenly started to shake, racked with sobs that she could not release. It was the middle of the day, and she felt like she couldn't move. She couldn't risk someone walking in to find her like this, sobbing her eyes out, clutching a tiny white pregnancy test. Quinn was strong, but not strong enough to withstand the gossip that would circulate throughout the school.

No doubt she would have to eventually. But she couldn't deal with that yet. She was just now coming to terms with this. She would not be labeled the school slut. She would not become 'that pregnant chick'. Not yet. She wasn't ready for that yet.

Suddenly, the bathroom door was flung open with a bang, and an enraged Kurt Hummel stormed into the girl's bathroom, covered in corn syrup and blue dye, his sharply defined jaw tense, his blue eyes cold and unwavering.

Quinn froze, unable to move, her heart in her throat. For a moment, Kurt didn't see her, and then, he did. A quick flash of hurt was seen, and then curiosity. Quinn could read those emotions in his eyes. She still felt a little guilty, but not incredibly so. Sure, she had left, but what had he expected? Did he want her to stick around for a confrontation?

The blonde teenager watched as Kurt's eyes traveled down to the object in her hand, and she could practically read the comprehension on his face, like reading a simple child's book. At first confusion was evident in his eyes, and then they widened with realization, and finally shock. Slowly, ever so slowly, Kurt Hummel's beautiful blue eyes, the envy of almost every girl, spoken or not, met Quinn Fabray's brown ones.

Unable to take the silence, Quinn bit her lip, and choked out the words, forcing them to pass the fleshy barrier that was her lips.

"Kurt, I'm pregnant."

And suddenly the two teenagers were a mess of sobs and tears, collapsing on the ground, clutching each other, lost in their own shock and fear, thinking about the future, about their mistake, and trying to figure out how they had gotten to this point.

But some questions would never be answered.