A/N: Please, please comment! Comments keep me going! Where are you, Faberry shippers?
This takes place in February 2022. The chapter before this took place in January 2022 and the chapter before that took place in senior year. Just wanted to clear that up.
Chapter Three
February 2022
Quinn looked out into the busy New York City streets from her apartment window with a sigh. Snow was gently falling and the city glowed. Quinn slowly rubbed her baby bump, partially hidden under her thick, wool sweater.
She was in her third month now and just starting to show. Quinn had also recently found out her baby was a boy, and Rachel had told Kurt, Blaine and Finn, causing them to throw her an extravagant baby shower and give her lots of gifts for the latest edition.
But Quinn wasn't even sure if she was keeping the child.
For starters, she had no idea who the father was. All she knew is who she hoped it was. Also, Quinn was dirt poor. She was basically living on Rachel's donations and Good Will maternity clothes. How would she pay for sonograms and prenatal vitamins, let alone baby clothes and a fully stocked nursery?
But, Quinn didn't think she could give up another baby after losing Beth so long ago. Quinn would've gotten an abortion, but one thing stopped her.
Rachel would never approve. And, these days, Rachel was all Quinn cared about.
Quinn slumped down on her couch, absentmindedly skimming through channels on her TV.
"What am I going to do?" She whispered to herself. "I need a plan. How am I going to work this out?"
Reaching for a notebook on the coffee table, Quinn began to write down everything on her mind.
You have to marry Rachel.
No, you can't. Rachel loves Finn, Finn loves Rachel. They have Isabella to prove it.
But Rachel loves me too.
Rachel said she loved me, but does she? Of course she doesn't.
And it not's like this whole pregnancy situation is helping.
Option 1: Pursue Rachel and possibly ruin her life in the process.
Option 2: Pick one of the guys you slept with recently and convince him he is your baby daddy.
Option 3:Raise this baby on your own.
Option 4: Put the baby up for adoption.
Option 5: Email one of the guys in Lima, and tell him everything.
Quinn knew which one was the best choice. She put down the pad of paper and reached across her belly for her laptop, quickly logging into her email. She composed two quick emails:
Sam,
It's Quinn. I'm pregnant, and it might be yours.
And:
Puck,
It's Quinn. I'm pregnant, and it might be yours.
But, in the end, Quinn just deleted both of them and cried. All she wanted was Rachel, and she couldn't have her. All was lost.