Everyone had someone's hand to hold, or fist to bump – Santana and Brittany, Finn and Rachel, Kurt and Mercedes, Tina and Artie, Matt and Mike. She'd have held anyone's hand at that point, really. It was just that they had odd numbers. The person who she'd been matched to hold hands with was playing guitar with their teacher.
Five days ago, she wouldn't have minded. She'd have closed her eyes and put her hands on her baby bump.
But today, there was no bump. There was no hand to hold. So she simply let one of many stray tears fall.