e·quiv·o·cate/iˈkwivəˌkāt/

Verb: Use ambiguous language so as to conceal the truth or avoid committing oneself.

"William" The voice of Figgins sounded out from the doorway, drawing Will and Quinn away from their hushed discussion about what to do once the baby was born.

"Principal Figgins, what can I, ummm, do for you?" Will asked, shuffling a bit nervously as Quinn dried her eyes with her cardigan sleeve, the conversation having set off her already sensitive hormones.

"It's been brought to my attention that you and Ms. Fabray having been spending quite a lot of time together, quite a bit more time then would seem appropriate." Will's eyes widened with shock and dread, any thoughts of this story ending well flying out the window for him. "You've been allegedly seen together after school, in your car, at the store, even entering your apartment. Considering the source-" The name Sue was on everyone's lip "I would not put much faith into this, but in light of Ms. Fabay's condition, I feel I must ask what is going on."

A vision of prison loomed in Will's mind and at any other time it most likely would have overwhelmed him had he not heard the renewed sniffling of Quinn. It wasn't just him on the line at this moment, but both of them, and he never knew it more than he did then. It was his job to protect his family... he just wished he'd have figured this shit out before it hit the fan.

"It's my baby"

Quinn balked at Will's admission. Months of being considered a drunken slut because she had to claim she slept with some random guy who got her drunk at a concert in Dayton (which was partly true, just the guy wasn't random and no alcohol was involved), of lying to her parents and getting disowned, of having to hold back tears at the thought of what she would have to give up to keep him safe, and he cracks under one damn question?

"What I mean is that I'm adopting Quinn's baby... and since I clearly have a vested interest in her and her child's safety, I've been helping her out with things... She's living in her sister's apartment, which is right next door to mine. She asked me to help out anyway, so if you need to look into it, feel free to call her... I know it's a unique position to be in, but..." Quinn held her breath at Will's words, wondering where the hell they'd come from and what Figgins would have to say about them. For his part Will is equally as shocked, but at the same time knows that this is what he'd always wanted the situation to become.

"This certainly is a unique position William" Figgins' brow furrowed as he considered this new information, clearly unsure what exactly to make of it. Eventually an uneasy smile crossed his face. "Well, at the very least I'm glad to know my prayers that Ms. Fabray would find guidance and you would find peace following your divorce have been answered." The twosome let out a sigh of relief before they put on show smiles of thanks at Figgins' words. "I will have to consider moving Ms. Fabray into another Spanish class, of course, but other than that I do not see having any other issues. As long as everything remains the same, we should all be fine" The warning isn't lost on either of them, and they nod submissively to the man. "Well now, very good... congratulations William, you'll be an excellent father"

Figgins' sticks out his hand for a shake, one that Will returns gladly, pleased the situation is working out. Quinn finds it harder to grin, her mind trying to come to terms with the situation that has been thrust onto her shoulders. She sees Figgins' nod to her and is barely able to return one, it quickly falling away when the man turns around and walks out of the choir room.

Will looks over his shoulder at her and she just looks back, her eyes showing all the different emotions that she is feeling at the moment (shock, love, fear, and confusion are just a few).

"What did you just do Will?" Quinn questioned, trying to picture the future Will had just set them on and only able to come up with pictures that are too blissful and domestic to be real.

"I protected my family, just like any father should"

Some of you will recognize this from my other story Disconnected Vignettes. I made the decision to go ahead and just separate this string of oneshots because they really weren't that disconnected anymore. This story is deliberately out of order but will all be connected and have some sort of flow as to not completely confuse you.

NEXT CHAPTER

What Frannie Fabray does, doesn't, and doesn't want to know

I don't own Glee or any of its characters... I'm simply borrowing them.