Takes place not too long after Hairography. Inspired by Will/Quinn hugging scene. (':


Speak

She can't concentrate on her Spanish test because let's face it: there are more things on her mind than conjugating the word 'to speak'. Quinn rests her cheek in her palm, the depths of her mind drifting off and outside the window. She can see Brittney leaning in from the corner of her eye, but Quinn doesn't even bother snapping at her anymore. She has no energy and no power for this, so she pretends to not notice the Cheerios' lurking attention. Quinn sighs heavily and lets her mind wander a bit more, but suddenly, the school bell rings and she's not even half way done with her paper. The students filter out of the room, and Quinn stays in her seat, waiting for the classroom to empty out.

"Mr. Schu?" she calls out, her voice tinted with apology. "Do you think I can have a little bit more time for my test? I was..." she tries to find the right words, "distracted." She offers no more explanation.

Mr. Schuster looks a bit surprised, but smiles at her and waves off her worries. "Of course, Quinn." His reasons are unsaid, but there are several motives behind his response. Quinn smiles and pushes through the questions, scribbling down answers and filling in bubbles. It takes her about eight minutes total, and when she's done, she hurries up to the teacher's desk and places it gently on the pile. Mr. Schu smiles at her, giving a nod of thanks. Quinn forces a smile back before walking towards the door, books at hand. However, something stops her in her tracks, and her heart thumps loudly. She looks back at her teacher, watching him quietly as he grades last week's papers on Spanish landmarks. He doesn't notice her presence, but Quinn can't let herself leave just yet. She stares at him, her mouth a bit open and eyes a bit hazy. She should say something, anything, but her heart hurts a bit when she thinks about the whole situation with him, his wife, Puck, Finn, everyone. She's involved too many people in it now, and frankly, she doesn't know what to do about it. Her eyes stay outlined on Mr. Schu, and she finds herself unable to look away.

"I'm sorry," Quinn suddenly blurts out.

He glances up, a bit startled she is still there. He's about to tell her that it's no big deal, that with all that she's going through, she deserves a little extra time on a Spanish test. But she looks like she's about to cry, and Will knows that this is something bigger than a simple exam. He frowns, his eyes laced with concern. "For what?" he questions softly, his voice nurturing and paternal.

Quinn opens her mouth, trying to sort out what to say. Does she tell him the truth? Is it over now? Is everything out in the open? But he looks so worried for her that Quinn bites back her tongue, pushing back the tears that are about to fall. "All sorts of things," she mutters and looks down, her voice a bit shameful. She can't say it; she just can't say it.

Will stares at her, his head tilted as her feet shift back and forth. "Quinn-" he starts, but she quickly cuts him off.

"I'm going to be late for class," she swiftly saves herself, brushing her hair back with one hand. "And I have to give a presentation." Quinn turns her back towards his desk and takes a step out the door. She flashes him one more look before hurrying to her next class. Mr. Schu watches her leave and grabs her test on the top of the pile. Scanning through, his eyes land on one particular section. To speak – No puedo hablar.


No puedo hablar translates to I can't speak. Review, por favor?