So I'd actually written this a while ago when I wasn't paying attention in math class and sort of forgot about it. But I found it yesterday as I was going through my now filled notebook and toyed with it a little, tried making it a little longer but it just seemed to ruin what I'd alreayd written. So I left it pretty much as was. We'll say this is set sometimes during Hello, definitely pre The Power of Madonna. Based it off of the Finn/Quinn scene in preggers when she tells him she's pregnant. Enjoy!


"Why couldn't you just be the guy everyone thought you were," she asks him desperately. She breathes out heavy puffs of air in the cold Ohio weather surrounding them, staring up at him from her spot on the ground, freezing wet ice making her jeans wet and dirty. Her blonde hair falls messy and curly on her shoulders, her red pea coat making her face look even more red (which he's almost positive is from her breaking down in front of him and not from the harsh cold wind). "I needed you to be that boy Noah."

She hiccups and runs the back of her hand underneath her nose before brushing her tears away (her pale hands are starting to turn blue and he wishes she could just move this mini-breakdown inside where it's warmer). "Why couldn't you be him?"

"Would it have made any difference if I had said it?" He steps off the slick cement, the snow crunching under his shoes as he walks toward her. She stares up at him, face blank and body shaking as he sighs. "You didn't listen to him when he said it." He shoves his hands into the pockets of his thin jacket (he's literally freezing his balls off right now but he's glad that he gave her the money left over from work [and the $100 he stole] to buy the coat that's keeping her and his baby warm).

She squeezes her eyes shut, lips turning downward and hangs her head. "He shouldn't have said that. You should have. He was supposed to care, not you. He was supposed to step up, not you. You were supposed to be the one to tell me that what we did meant nothing and that I should abort it. Why didn't you say that," she sobs and he really wishes he knew why she was bringing this up now, when it's freezing and she's 6 months pregnant. "We've ruined your life… why are you accepting this with open arms?"

He shrugs and her broken face turns into a scowl. "I need more than a shrug asshole."

He smiles as he drops into his knees (he still finds it funny when she curses). "I don't know okay? It never even entered my head. I don't even know why Finn suggested it. He did know that you were uber Christian. Isn't that against your beliefs?"

She nods and sniffs, running her hand under her nose once again. "Everything would've been easier if I just did it," she admits finally, her gaze locked on the dirty white ground below them. "I'm stupid for not having done it."

He rolls his eyes and stands up, brushing the ice from his pants. "No you're not. You wouldn't have done it anyway. Even if I'd told you to." He bends down and grabs her frozen hands, tugging her up so that she stands.

"Really," she challenges as she wipes away the rest of the tears on her face, his hands brushing the dirt and snow off her pants.

"Really. You love her too much." He locks eyes with her and shrugs. "If you'd like to continue your breakdown, we're doing it inside. I'm pretty sure my balls have shriveled up its so fucking cold."