Same Mistakes 3

Mild cussing in this chapter.

"When are you going to tell your mom?" Sam asked, as he ripped apart a breadstick.

"Tomorrow," Quinn told him, helping herself to some more salad.

"Oh, okay. Well, when are you going to go to the doctor?"

"I don't know yet, it's still pretty early," Quinn said. "You can't even properly see the baby until the eigth week."

Sam grinned, leaning forward and kissing Quinn on the lips. "Well, I can't wait till then."

Quinn shook her head. "You may be excited to build up a family together, but when people find out I'm the mother of two, who both have different dads, before I turn 18, I'll be screwed."

"Don't worry about what the people at school say," he advised. "You're not them, you're Quinn Fabray, and you're pretty damn awesome if you ask me."

"Thanks for the compliment, but don't cuss," Quinn said, putting a hand over her stomach. "You know, babies can hear you inside the womb, and I don't want her coming out rapping and cussing, dressed like a gangster."

Sam laughed, and then Quinn said in a very loud voice, "It is NOT funny!"

At school, it felt like everyone knew about Quinn being pregnant again, even though of course they didn't. Every single laugh and every single slushie facial felt like it was directed at Quinn.

That day, Quinn got home from Glee, and tiptoed through the house, hoping her mom wasn't home. Unfortunatley, she was.

"Hey, Quinnie!" she said, looking up from the TV, but her eyebrows rose when she saw Quinn's fingers intertwined on Quinn's stomach.

"Quinn, don't do that anymore," Judy said, jumping up and removing Quinn's fingers from her stomach. "Someone might think your pregnant again…"

"Mom, I have to tell you something," Quinn said.

"Well, what is it?" Judy asked.

"Mom, I'm… I'm pregnant again," Quinn said shamefully. Judy gasped.

"Quinn Marie Fabray, how could you do this? How could you do this to me?"

"Mom, I know your upset, but please just hear me out…"

"You are a huge disgrace to this family, Quinn!" Judy shouted. "What people will think of you when they find out…"

"You're not worried about my reputation being ruined!" Quinn screamed. "You're just worried about your own damn self!"

"You know what, Quinn Fabray, get the hell out of my house! You have a half hour to pack and get the hell out of this house!"

Quinn ran upstairs to her bedroom and dragged her suitcase out. She began to pack, also including all the money she owned, her cell phone and charger, car keys, and laptop.

Quinn ran downstairs, throwing a withering look at her mother before walking out the door.

Quinn: Sam, my mother kicked me out of the house.

Sam: WHAT?

Quinn: Yeah, so now I'm homeless…

Sam: I told my mom about you being pregnant and all. You can move in with us.

Quinn: Oh my God, thank you so much! I'll be there in fifteen minutes!

Sam: See you then!

Quinn snapped her phone shut, throwing it in her purse before she climbed into her car. It was already down pouring, and there was supposed to be a huge storm tonight, so she wanted to get to Sam's before it got worse. Although Quinn was sure nobody would mind nor miss her or her baby if she died.

Quinn began to drive, and got there in no time. As soon as she pulled into the driveway, Sam ran out and helped get her and her luggage out of the car and into the warm, dry house.

Mrs. Evans was in the kitchen, making what smelled like tacos.

"Hi, nice to meet you," Quinn said shyly.

"Ah, and you must be Quinn," she said, spinning around. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I've heard so much about you."

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