Another Bump Under A Girls Shirt.
It's a year after New Directions' unfortunate fail at Regionals, and luckily, Figgins gave the glee kids another year to prove that they can, and will, beat Vocal Adrenaline. The glee kids were hard at work in the choir room, now working on the numbers they will do in the competition, not spending so much time doing weekly assignments, which Rachel firmly pointed out to Mr. Schuester was a stupid idea and that they need to practice the numbers to perfection if they want to beat Vocal Adrenaline.
Finally, rehearsals where over, and the glee kids gathered their things together and slowly exited the choir room. Quinn ran over to catch up with Mercedes. "Hey, I have to grab a few books from my locker, I'll meet you in the parking lot in ten." She said whilst other glee kids passed by. Quinn and Mercedes, now best friends, were heading for the mall for a girly night out. Seeing as Quinn had moved back in with her mom, she hadn't been seeing her best friend as much, getting over her pregnancy and all.
As Quinn walked down the corridors of McKinley High, she looked through a classroom window and froze. She sighed. Mrs. Clark, her 8th grade history teacher, had just had a baby and had brought him in to show some other teachers. A tear filled Quinn's eye. Not a tear of sadness, but a tear of happiness. She was happy that Beth had a good life, with a good lady, and a good mom. A mom that could care for her, and give her everything she needed.
Quinn took a deep breath, and carried on down the hall. When she finally got to her locker, she quickly turned the dial, and pulled the door open and grabbed the books she needed for that night's homework. Suddenly, she heard something, it sounded like a cry. She slammed her locker door closed, thinking it was nothing. Then she heard it again, it came from the girls bathroom, which was just down the hall.
She shoved her books in her bag, and slowly entered the bathroom. "Hello?" she called. There was no answer, just sobs. Sobs that Quinn recognised. "Hello, who's there?" she called again, louder this time. Finally, the door slowly opened, and a girl with bloodshot eyes, and tear stains on her cheeks strolled out of the cubical.
"Brittney, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" she asked, concerned.
"Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing." Brittany sniffled. She ran over to the sink, and wiped the mascara of off her cheeks.
"Come on, there's something up, I can tell." Quinn said, now with her hand on Brittany's shoulder.
Britt didn't say anything, but another load of tears rolled down her unusually pale face.
"I'm – I'm pregnant."
Quinn stood in shock. What was she supposed to say? Although she had been pregnant herself, she'd never had to deal with someone else being in that situation. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I missed my period, and I took a test, and," she took a test from her bag and handed it to Quinn, who was completely amazed. Her eyes were fixed on the small writing which said positive, in faint grey writing.
"Take another, it might be," Quinn got cut off by another pregnancy test being placed in her hand, which also read positive.
Quinn got out her cell, and started texting: Cedes, I'm going to be longer than I thought, you go back to your place, and come to mine at 6pm, ill explain later, sorry. Ly xxxx
"Come on, let's go to your car, we can talk there." She said as she hit the send button.
The walk to Britt's car was quiet, apart from the sniffles coming from Britt's small, slim body. They finally got to the car, climbed in, and then Brittany collapsed into Quinn's arms. "Shhhhh, it's going to be okay."
"God, I'm sorry, ughh" she sobbed, wiping away her tears, for the tenth time.
"Okay, so who's the father?" Quinn asked, almost in a whisper. She needed to know if Britt wanted help, but she didn't want Britt getting too upset, if that hadn't already happened!
"Its – its, erm, its Mike." Britt said, letting out another sob.
Quinn's mouth dropped open. "Mike? Are you serious? When?"
"About 5 weeks ago, I was round his, and it just happened, and I wasn't even drunk, like you were. We didn't use protection, we just did it."
Quinn didn't know what to say. What could she say? "Okay, erm, are you going to keep it?"
Britt looked down at her stomach, which was still flat, and under a cheerios uniform.
"I – yes. I can't get rid of it, it's a baby, they are so cute, and it will look all chinky like Mike, I can't give up that!" she said, kind of smiling. But the smile quickly turned into a frown. "Oh god, I feel sick," she gagged as she left the car, running to the trash can.
Quinn cringed at the familiar sound that she heard every day for a month at the beginning of her pregnancy. She felt sorry for her.
After a few minutes, Britt came strolling back to the car, looking even paler. "Here," Quinn handed Britt a pack of tissues, a bottle of water, and a pack of breath mints. She had some left over from when she was pregnant.
"Thanks. I threw up a few times yesterday after school, but I thought it was a bad prawn or something. Now I know."
The two girls sat in silence for a few minutes, until Quinn finally broke the silence, "Okay, I'm taking you home, you need to tell your mom and dad."
"No, I can't tell them, not now! They will kill me!"
Quinn sighed. "No, you have to tell them. Take it from someone who knows. My parents didn't find out until just before I started deforming at the stomach, and where did that get me? You have to just tell them the truth," she explained.
Brittney sighed, and looked down at her stomach again, and gently placed her hand on her belly button. "Okay," she whispered, trying not to cry again.
"I'll drive, you can relax for a while." Quinn offered. The two girls, got out the car, and swapped sides. On the way around, Quinn stopped Brittany. "Hey, you're going to get through this." She whispered, whilst pulling her in for a big hug.
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