"I heard there was a secret chord

That David played and it pleased the Lord

But you don't really care for music do you?

Well it goes like this, the fourth the fifth

The minor fall and the major lift

The baffled king composing Hallelujuah"

"Very nice Quinn," Mr. Shuester clapped and slid into the seat next to me.

"Thanks, Mr. Shue," I smiled as I continued playing the piano.

"Jeff Buckley, interesting choice," he said and played along with me. "You're sounding nice…Your scales, they're very well balanced…"

"Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof

You saw her bathing on the roof

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you

She tied you to her kitchen chair

She broke your throne and she cut your hair

From your lips she drew the Hallelujah"

Mr. Shue smiled. "How have things been,"

"Are you talking about my pregnancy?" I asked, ashamed. I stopped playing the piano. "I—Uh…" my voice cracked.

"Wait," Mr. Shuester said. "I'll take over, you stand,"

I rose and stood by the side of the piano next to Mr. Shue. He started playing the melody.

"Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Baby I've seen you here before

I've seen this room and I've walked this floor

You know, I used to live alone before, I knew you

And I've seen your flag on the marble arch

And love is not a victory march

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah"

"Mr. Shue," I asked, sighing.

"Hm?" he asked, engrossed in the music.

"I don't think I can do this,"

"Do what?"

"This," I said, patting my bulging stomach.

"Quinn, sit down." Mr. Shue patted the seat next to him. "You may think that this baby will be the end of your life, but it will be just the beginning. You may wish that you can go back and change things, but once you hold your baby in your arms, everything is going to be worth it."

"Promise?" I asked.

"Absolutely," Mr. Shue stared into my eyes.

"Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Well there was a time where you let me know

What's really going on below

But now you never show that to me, do you?

But remember when I moved in you

And the holy dove was moving too

And every breath we drew was Hallelujah"

"Mr. Shue, I'm so disappointed in myself, for letting this happen to me. When I walk down the hallway, people don't smile at me or gloat that they're in my presence. They snicker at me, point and yell 'slut.' My parents, they frown at me when I walk in a room, they shake their heads and they leave."

"Quinn, you are a beautiful girl, and are very lucky. Those people, they have nothing better to do. Remember, they once cleared the halls when they seen you approaching,"

I laughed. "Well, it's not helping that Puck and Finn obsess about Rachael. I literally have to restrain Puck when she walks by,"

"Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Maybe there's a God above

But all I've ever learned from love

Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you

And it's not a cry that you hear at night

It's not somebody who's seen the light

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah"

Tears started running down my face, but I couldn't wipe them away because my fingers were glued to the keys. Mr. Shue cupped my face with one hand and wiped the tears with his other. I looked up at his handsome face, and he leaned down. His warm kiss lightened my day. Our lips curved together. It was a clean kiss. He broke away, and I had just one word...

Hallelujah