"Kinsley," her mom called from the bottom of the stairs.

"One minute," Kinsley screamed back. She was sitting at her desk with her math book open.

"Now," her mother shouted. The tone in her voice meant business and Kinsley knew better than to keep her waiting. She rose from her chair and ran down the hall. Her mother was waiting for her when she stepped off the last stair and Kinsley could see the plastic test in her mother's clenched fist pressed against her hip.

"You went through my room?" Kinsley asked incredulously.

"Yes," her mom said clearly not seeing a problem with it. Then, with a cold, hard expression on her face she continued. "Now explain this." Her palm opened and Kinsley stared at the little plus sign on the screen. She gulped before looking at her mother.

"It seems pretty self-explanatory," Kinsley replied matching her mother's expression."

"Get out," her mother hissed.

"I guess I should've known. A pregnant sixteen year old doesn't fit in at a country club and I would just be a major humiliation to your perfect family name."

Not even flinching, Mrs. August continued not fazed by the words her daughter –her former daughter –was spouting at her in a single breath.

"I want you gone by the time Reyna's home and I don't want any evidence that you ever existed. Are we clear?"

Kinsley nodded her head, swallowing the tears she could feel gathering behind her eyes. Her mother turned around not saying anything and left this girl, this stranger, standing there. Kinsley walked up the stairs and closed the door behind her.

She took in her room as she packed up her things in her suitcase. When she looked at the room standing in the doorway, it seemed so empty. The bed was stripped down to the sheets, the closet was barren, the posters had been torn away from the floral wallpaper, the desk was cleared off, every drawer in the room was empty and there was nothing on the floor. Tears filled her eyes as she realized this room wasn't hers anymore. It was just a room and she would never see it again. When she turned around it would be like she had never existed. She pulled on her backpack and grabbed her suitcase. With one last look, she finally switched the light off and closed the door.

Kinsley snuck down the stairs and out the door. She knew where she was going, but she didn't know what she was going to do after that. She pulled her phone out and called Mr. Shue.

"Hello?" He asked.

"It's Kinsley," she said her voice raspy from crying.

"Kinsley, are you okay, it sounds like your crying?" Mr. Shue asked.

"No, I'm not okay," she said the tears coming harder.

"What happened?"

"My parents k-kicked me out."

"Where are you? I'll come and get you?"

Will walked through the glass Dairy Queen doors and saw her sitting at a table by herself. There was a suitcase next to her and a chocolate milkshake in front of her. Her head was down, makeup was smeared around her eyes, her long blonde hair was messily in her face, her legs were pulled to her chest and she looked totally lost. Just looking at her made his heart break.

"Kinsley," he said sitting down in the chair across from her.

"She kicked me out," Kinsley said staring at the cup of chocolate soup.

"Why did she kick you out?"

At first, she didn't answer. But when she finally did, he didn't think that would come across her chapped lips.

"Because I'm pregnant," Kinsley whispered fresh tears streaming down her cheeks.

He figured Quinn wasn't going to be the last girl in the Glee club to get pregnant, he just didn't think it would happen this soon. Or to a girl that was just like her. Will shouldn't have been surprised though, Kinsley had openly admitted that she had slept with Jake multiple times and she had a reputation.

"Who's the father?" He knew that asking was pointless; there was no doubt in his mind that the father was Jake Puckerman. Sure, Kinsley and Ryder had become exceedingly close over the last few weeks, but it was obvious –to him at least –that they hadn't slept together. He didn't think they ever would either.

"Jake," Kinsley sobbed into her hand. "He doesn't know."

"It'll be okay," he said sitting next to her and pulling her close to him. Her head found the crook of his neck and her small body shook against him.

Neither of them cared that they were making a scene or that gossip would be spreading through the town like wild fire by the time the first alarm clock sounded through the early morning air. When the sobs subsided, Will grabbed her suit case as he stood. Kinsley pulled on her backpack and followed him out the door with her head hanging. They climbed into the car and there were no word exchanged between the two. A song by the Fray playing softly through the speakers and the low rumble of the engine supplied the only source of sound in the old car.

"Where are we going?"

"Home," Will said. And with that little word panic rose in Kinsley's chest.

"Mr. Shue, I can't go back-," Kinsley said quickly.

"Your new home," he said cutting her off.

Visibly, she calmed down and rested her head against the cool glass of the window. They pulled into the driveway of the little house. It was cute with the chipping tan paint and the green shutters that matched the door. There was a little white car parked in the driveway already and there was a little license plate on that back that said 'EMMA.' Kinsley would've smiled at it if she hadn't been in the situation she was in. So, the scowl stayed painted on her face as she followed Mr. Shue up the front steps and through the door.

"Honey, I'm home," he called and Ms. Pilsbury came around the corner in her little polka-dot skirt and green blouse. She shot them both a smile, but Kinsley saw that little twitch of her eye as the red-head took in her appearance.

"Kinsley is going to live with us," Will said shooting his girlfriend a look Kinsley couldn't decipher.

"It's only temporary," Kinsley added feeling the need to clarify.

"Stay as long as you need," Emma smiled taking the suitcase from Will. "Follow me, let's get you cleaned up."

Kinsley followed the older woman down the hallway and into a small room at the end with a bathroom attached. The bed was made up perfectly, everything was so organized, every picture was hung straight and everything matched. Emma tossed the suitcase on the bed and led Kinsley to the bathroom. She instructed her to sit down on the lid of the toilet and then dug through the drawers. With ease she set to work cleaning the tears and crusty makeup off her face. And Kinsley let her and didn't say anything as she combed through her long blonde hair.

When she was done and washing her hands in the sink, Kinsley felt the urge to say something.

"Thank you," she said her voice cutting through the air.

Emma smiled at her wiping her hands off on the fluffy white towel.

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Love,

Kaylie