Will couldn't sleep that night. He just couldn't. He just had a bombshell dropped on him, how could he sleep? Will ran his hands through his hair. Fuck. He was a father. He was the father of a student's baby. He felt like his entire world was crumbling. He felt like throwing something at the wall and screaming.

But then Will remembered Quinn. Quinn, who'd been put through hell and back. Quinn, who was the sweetest girl he knew, she just kept trying to put up a cold and bitchy front. Her world had been crumbling since the day she found out she was pregnant. How could Will feel sorry for himself when Quinn had been through so much more? He hadn't even been there for her at the birth. Well, granted, he didn't even know it was his daughter back then.

"I'd do it all again. It's senior year but I'd get pregnant with your kid again if it meant doing it right this time," Quinn told him softly over breakfast.

"Quinn, you shouldn't say stuff like that. I'm...I'm your teacher," He looked at her with a mix of pity, scolding and mourning. Quinn sighed, a sound that made Will's heart break.

"I know. But I just messed up in every way possible. I'm a total screw up, a bitch and a slut," Quinn breathed. Will's jaw tensed.

"You're not any of those! One or two mistakes doesn't make you any of those things. Quinn, you are a good person," he insisted. Quinn silently picked at her eggs.

"That's not what Finn thought when I told him I was pregnant, or what he thought when I told him Puck was the father. That's not was Puck was saying when I gave away Beth," Quinn finally muttered. Will shook his head.

"Those guys don't care about you. They're just high school kids. They can't see you for who you really are," Will told her. Quinn finally met his gaze, looking into the eyes that also belonged to their daughter.

"Do you see me for who I really am?" Quinn asked. Will swallowed his bite of bacon.

"I...do. I see you," Will said slowly. He did see the real her. And once he'd seen enough of the real her to fall in love and sleep with one of his students. But that feeling...that phase was history. All he had left for Quinn were compassion, kindness, stability and other purely platonic emotions.

"The birth would've been so much better if you were there. Puck would not shut up and it was just awful. Beth was the best part. And back then I was still wishing I could call her Drizzle," Quinn said, offering a small smile.

"I would've been bawling like a baby though," Will laughed. Quinn smiled for real then.

"That's still better than Puck. He freaked out when I started to crown," Quinn rolled her eyes. Will laughed; man, the hell Quinn had been put through when she was with Puck.

"Does Puck have any respect for a woman?" Will asked. Quinn joined him in his laughter.

"No! None at all. He's the worst!" Quinn laughed. Their laughter slowly died down and Quinn picked up a piece of bacon.

"It's my favorite. And you cooked it perfectly, crispy and not too fatty," Quinn said, biting into it delicately.

"Terri liked her bacon rare and fatty. It disgusted me. Now, I can cook bacon my way," Will smiled, leaning back in his chair.

"Bacon that isn't crispy is not bacon," Quinn agreed.

Later that afternoon, Quinn stood in his bathroom, staring at her reflection. She placed her hands over her stomach, like she did when she was pregnant. Will came and leaned against the doorframe.

"I should go," Quinn realized. She smiled and then walked past him to leave. He gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. She turned around to face him.

"You...could stay. Maybe just until dinner?" He offered, feeling obliged to take care of her. She looked at him and realized that maybe the gap between them wasn't as big as she'd thought.

"Alright. I'll stay," she said. Will smiled and they walked back into the living room, letting comfortable silence hang over them.

Will looked at Quinn and suddenly, he wanted her to stay even more than just a few hours.