"We're talking about a human being here," Quinn pointed out, "My human being. My daughter."
"Sweetheart, you need to think about this." Mrs. Shuster said. "You are 16 years old. You're not fit to take care of a child."
"And you are? You lied to your husband about being pregnant, and you've held to that story for almost five months. You were awful to him, anyway..."
"I still can't believe you lied to me!" Will said for what must have been the ten thousandth time. "And that you would agree to take another woman's baby. No, I don't think Quinn or Finn"-he looked to me, sitting parallel to Mrs. Shuster and Quinn, watching the exchange in silence-"is ready, and I would advise you against it, but if they want to keep it-her, I mean, it's their decision."
"I agree with Mr. Shuster. It may not be the best idea, but we have to try. It's the right thing to do: to get married and raise Genesis as our daughter." I finally piped up."Genesis?" Mr. Shuster asked.
"Yes, that's going to be her name. It's better than 'Corinthians' or 'Exodus'." Quinn said a small attempt at a joke. "Also, I know you really wanted a baby, Mrs. Shue, and we will need a nanny in the morning, which we have switched all our classes to."
"I'm not going to babysit for you, when it should be the other way around!" Mrs. Shuster snapped at Quinn.
"Calm down, Terri." Mr. Shuster said. "I think it's all settled. Quinn and Finn are keeping their baby; Terri and I will work something out."
A while later, Quinn and I were still standing outside the Shuster's apartment, listening to the shouting coming from inside.
"I hope what they work out is good." I said, feeling awful for the couple.
"Divorce is a tragedy, but so is that woman. Mr. Shue can do way better." Quinn said. I couldn't help but agree. Mrs. Shuster didn't seem too nice. "Anyway, now that he knows she lied to him, there's no way he'll stay with her now." After saying this, Quinn wore an expression of someone who had just realized something, and something unpleasant.
"Are you okay?" I asked, knowing that this unpleasant thing might affect me in the next couple of seconds.
"No, I don't think I am. Look, Finn, I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow." She leaned up and gave me a light kiss on the lips, a pleasant sensation I always, for some reason, felt guilty about.
QUINN'S Perspective
I felt so guilty. I needed to tell him. I had to tell him. He needed to know. I looked to the slight bump on my stomach. I imagine my small daughter, Genesis, telling me that they didn't need to know. That it could just be me and her. Forever.
I wished I could go back and redo the past few hours. I wished I hadn't gone so worked up about the sheet of paper holding the name Genesis. I wished I just would have given her to Terri Shuster and been done with it.
I then realized I was headed towards a different part of Lima. Towards the train station. But I didn't turn and go the other way. In fact, the train station sounded really good right now.