Will tries his best to comfort Quinn, offering words of wisdom when he thinks they're needed. Truthfully he's in a bit of a haze. Quinn was honestly the last person he'd expected to see when he opened the door.
On instinct, he places his hand on her back or shoulder every time she bursts into tears, occasionally rubbing small circles. He's always been a little touchy feely with his students. Emma has brought it up a bunch of times. He explained to her that theatre people tend to have less of a personal bubble than most. She laughed, but insisted that it could be taken the wrong way, even if he had the greatest of intentions. He countered with how a simple pat on the back or a heartfelt hug can show the students how much you care about them and caring isn't creepy, no matter what the Shins say. But as Quinn briefly glances at his arm that is connected to the hand that is currently rubbing her back, he wonders if Emma didn't have a point and instantly removes it.
When Quinn has finished crying and explaining he decides to ask her if she's hungry. To his disappointment, she is. That means he has to actually cook something for her, and unfortunately his cooking skills are supremely subpar. He wanders off into the kitchen hoping against hope that Terri hadn't eaten all the peanut butter out of the pantry before she left. Will's relieved when he finds the jar, which is nearly empty. PB & J, perfect! Even an idiot can make that. He prepares the sandwich and sets it on a plate. He considers pouring Quinn a glass of milk, which he believes a person can't eat a PB & J without, but realizes that there aren't any clean glasses left. So he pads off, plate in hand, into the living room.
Something stops him from entering the room all the way. He watches from the entry way as Quinn nervously glances around the room and then begins to fiddle with her dress. Will smiles slightly. He doesn't think she knows how truly brave she is. He meant what he said; it takes guts to do what she's done, to get out of bed every morning. He really does admire her for that. Suddenly he's in awe of this beautiful young woman sitting on his sofa.
He hands the plate to a very gracious Quinn and takes a seat on the chair across from her. He picks up the remote. "TV?" he asks. He takes her nod as agreement and switches it on. The only thing he's really interested in watching is a rerun of Law and Order SVU. Quinn never complains, and they watch together in silence.
When the episode is nearly over he looks over at Quinn to see if she's tired. She's fallen asleep curled up on the couch. He debates on whether or not to wake her. She looks so incredibly peaceful. It's the first time he's seen her look this way. Funny, she's almost angelic with her blonde hair carefully cascading over her face. The position she's in doesn't look extremely uncomfortable though, and as much as he'd love to keep her in that peaceful state forever, she's going definitely going to wish he'd woken her up in the morning. He walks over to her and kneels beside her so he's at her level. Being this close to one of his students should feel a little awkward, but somehow it doesn't. Quinn doesn't make him nervous like Rachel Berry does.
Will gently places his hand on Quinn's shoulder and shakes it lightly. "Hey… Quinn... It's time for bed…" No response. "Quinn?" He shakes her again lightly and moves a little closer so he doesn't have to raise his voice and startle her. "Quinn… Come on, let's get you to bed," she finally starts to stir.
"What?" She asks disoriented. "Did I fall asleep? Who did it? Who killed that guy?" Will laughs softly. So she was interested in his choice of television show.
"The girlfriend," he says as he helps her get up slowly from the couch. She clings to him for a little extra balance.
"Ohh… I so knew it…," she says sleepily as he leads her off to his bedroom. She stops suddenly once she's in his room. "Am I sleeping in here?"
At first he thinks she's grossed out by the thought of sleeping in her teacher's bed. "Don't worry; I changed the sheets out this morning," he says slightly embarrassed.
"No, I don't care about that. It's just, if I'm sleeping here where are you going to sleep?" Quinn asks softly looking down at the floor. Will's quick to answer.
"On the couch." Not with you, he thinks. Although it would be nice to have someone to sleep next to. Quinn starts to protest but she gives up easily, her tiredness and need for comfort winning out in the end. Once Will makes sure she's fine, he leaves closing the door behind him.
It takes him a little while to get settled on the couch, and even longer to get comfortable. He'd always hated sleeping on this couch. Often times he wouldn't stand up for himself against Terri just because he dreaded couch duty. Once he's settled he realizes he's not really all that tired. Which is dangerous, because then he has ample time to lay there and think. Part of him hopes that Quinn won't be able to find a place to stay the next day. Is he really so desperate to have another person around, to look after, to care for, that he hopes his sixteen year old pregnant student will move in with him? Will sighs. It isn't just about desperation though, he sees something in Quinn that reminds him of the Terri he knew in High School. A girl quite desperate to keep everything together and preserve her perfect image -he has a soft spot for helping those. Always the white knight, Terri once told him. But Quinn was a little different than Terri. She had a thicker skin. She wasn't so dependent on people. Quinn was truly a class all her own.