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He slowly walks up the driveway, green grass stretching out on both sides of the gravel. He takes a deep breath as he raises his hand to knock on the door.
"What do you want?"
She answers the door, and for a moment he's hopeful that he may have a chance. But a look into her eyes stops him cold—they are open, green and blue and staring at him, but they are shuttered; she doesn't want to hear it. She's been hearing it ever since he found out, and she's had enough.
"We've already talked about this," she says softly, and that sad little smile caresses her face. "You said it yourself: you can't stick to one girl."
He sticks his hands in his pockets, because no matter how much he loves her, he knows it's the truth. He had admitted it to himself, and he knows he wouldn't be able to resist other women. But still...
"Look, Quinn," he sighs, trying one last time to convince her. "I'll look after the kid. I'll provide for her, I'll provide for you. I'm not like Finn; I have a job, I make money—"
Suddenly, she is furious. "Finn has something you don't: loyalty. He can stick with one person and—"
"Don't kid yourself, Quinn," he snaps back, because he's tired of hearing her purposefully blind herself. She knows it, and so does he. "Finn is only sticking with you because he thinks you're carrying his kid. If you weren't pregnant, he'd be going after Rachel—"
Her hands fist his jean jacket. "But still, he'll stick with me," she replies, desperation in her voice and her eyes glistening. "I don't think you understand. I need a stable life. I need a man who I can rely on to be a father to my child, not worrying about where he is when he's not at home."
She pulls away and stumbles back to her side of the door, her hands at her eyes. "And you can't do it. We both know you can't."
She's sobbing, the sound is heartbreaking, and no matter how much he wants to help, to make it all better, to make her happy, he knows this is it. This will be the last time he sees her.
"Please leave," she asks softly, and her eyes are staring into his again, blue and green and sad.
He wants to leave her something, a parting kiss or a last hug, something to remind her of him. But as she turns away, her hand on her baby bump, he realises he already has, and he's not sure if he likes the reminder or not.
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AN:
My first ever Glee fanfic. Thoughts? Planned two-shot.
Review your thoughts and opinions.
