Chapter 2

After school the next day, Quinn visited various establishments looking for job opportunities, and after half an hour of intense persuasion, she had managed to talk Mrs Martinez at the video store, into giving her a trial for the next Saturday.

Since her betrayal, most people had ignored her. Only the people from Glee club had spoken more than two words to her, but she never spent a large amount of time with them, just Glee practices and the odd meeting with Puck about the baby.

This had allowed her to spend a good amount of time studying, meaning strangely her grades were better than ever.

She worked hard on her homework and Glee songs and eventually Saturday came around.

The door to the Video store pinged as Quinn entered. She was greeted by a smiling Mrs Martinez.

"Quinn, hello. How are you?"

"Fine thanks, Mrs Martinez."

"Oh, just call me Miranda. Welcome to RightVideo. I'm gonna start you off with Marty in the back. Anything you want to know, just ask him. He'll be happy to help I'm sure."

Quinn was directed to a door at the back of the store. Going through it she found herself in a small room, filled floor to ceiling with videos. A younger man in his twenties was sitting on the floor, seemingly sorting videos.

"Oh hi, you must be Quinn. Miranda said you were coming for a trial today. She said to start you with something simple. So how are you at sorting videos?"

"I guess we'll see." Quinn chuckled a little nervously.

"Okay, so you see the label on the side of the tape?"

Quinn nodded.

"That's the catalogue number. Now what we want to do is place the videos in order of catalogue number. Understand?" asked Marty.

"Yeah."

"Try this one." Marty handed her a video tape numbered 142. Quinn looked around on the shelves as he watched, and eventually found where it was supposed to go. "Good. Now we've got to get the rest of yesterday's returns back in order."

Quinn's eyes were drawn to the large stacks of videos on the floor.

"Wow."

"Don't worry; it'll be done in no time with you helping."

So Quinn and Marty set to work. And just like he said, they were done in no time.

"So what's next?" asked Quinn eagerly.

"Well, it's what the English call a 'tea break'. We go up to the kitchen and get a cup of coffee or tea or whatever."

"Umm, do you have juice? Caffeine doesn't quite sit right with me." It was then and there she realised a problem. Her employer did not know that she was pregnant and Quinn was unsure as to how they'd take it. She still had another month or two before she properly started to show. Now she just looked a bit chubby, it would be easy to cover up if she ate a little more around the people at work.

"I think so; my step-dad's not a coffee or tea drinker either. So I'd imagine that he'd keep something around to drink for himself when he's here," said Marty.

They both went up to the kitchen and chatted over tea and juice. Quinn found out that Marty was Miranda's oldest son, and that she'd remarried after divorcing his dad. The video store was his step-dad's business. Marty had worked there since well before they'd got together; in fact he'd introduced them.

After the break, they went back downstairs where Miranda started to show Quinn how to work the computer system. Marty went back into the video room and disappeared for the rest of the day.

Soon, it was closing time and Quinn was all ready to leave and was just waiting for Miranda to come back from the bank when Marty reappeared.

"What do you do back there for so long?" she asked intrigued.

"Oh you know this and that." Marty winked, which made Quinn even more curious.

"Ahh, here we go. Quinn," said Miranda, placing her handbag on the counter. "Marty tells me you did a good job this morning, that's right isn't it?"

"Yes Mom, sure is."

"Well in that case, you've got yourself a job."

"Seriously?!" Miranda nodded. "Thank you! Thank you! I will not let you down, I swear!"

"Good. Now be here nine sharp next Saturday."

"I will, promise."

With that, Quinn strolled back to Finn's, happy in the knowledge that soon she wouldn't have to rely on him for much longer.