The next day seems like a blur to me now. It was one of those days that just starts terrible and ends even more horrible. Luckily, it seemed to go by fast. Or maybe that's just by imagination.

It started off by having a talk with my parents. I had walked downstairs and saw my parents sitting at the kitchen table. Across from where they were sitting was an empty seat. I knew it was for me. It looked like an interrogation.

I sat down and waited for them to speak. I had no idea what to say to them. I had no idea what I was going to say to them. Winging it seemed like my best option. My mom was the one to speak first.

"Quinn, your dad and I talked a lot last night and we seem to think that sending you to Maine is the best option… for everyone."

I looked at her. Her mouth was tight and it looked like she had stayed up all night crying. I hated that I was the reason for making her cry. I had let her down… I had let her and my dad down.

"I don't know if I want to." I whispered. I looked at my mom with puppy-dog eyes. I knew one thing, if I was going to have a chance at getting sympathy, it would be my mom that would supply it.

My dad sighed. "Quinn, if you stay here then everyone is going to find out. No one is ever going to take you seriously again. People will talk about me and your mother. It just doesn't make sense to have you stay here."

I put my hand to my stomach and tried to send a message to my baby. Don't worry baby. I'll make sure that whatever happens is happening for you.

"Puck - I mean, Noah… he won't agree to it."

"There are ways of getting around that," My dad replied curtly, "Besides, Noah will succumb to pressure. If we just beat it into his skull about how much a baby costs then he'll get the message to stay away."

I shook my head. "He doesn't care if we give the baby up. He says he'll agree with whatever I want to do. He just doesn't want me to leave."

"What if you tell him that you want to leave?" My mom offered.

"He won't believe me. He told me it's pointless anyways. The kids at school are apparently already wondering about my… changes. He said that if I leave mysteriously and come back then people will know for sure."

My dad looked angry. "Who does this boy think he is? Why does he think that he can make life-altering decisions for all of us?" His voice was mean, and loud.

I felt myself whimpering and crying lightly. "He doesn't. He just wants to help."

"He got you pregnant Quinn," My mom told me, as if I didn't know, "He's trash. I'm sorry if that sounds mean but it's the truth. Maybe he's being nice to you now, but he's the type that'll walk out after the first sign of trouble. He can't help with the baby. He won't be able to pay the bills. One month he'll give you money, and the next month he'll mysteriously forget to. Don't waste your time with the likes of him Quinn. If you go away then you can come back to a good life… one without Noah."

"I don't want to mom. I'll give it up if that's what you guys want. But I don't want to leave. Don't you get it? People are going to figure it out either way! I might as well be able to stay here with my friends!"

I couldn't believe that I had yelled at my parents. It was the first time I had ever done anything like that.

My dad wasn't as proud as I was. He was mad.

"Your friends? After they figure it out you'll have no friends Quinn! You'll be kicked out of Cheerio's and Celibacy Club! Your friends will hate you and your mother ad I will be judged for all of this!" His voice was scary.

I cried. Hard.

"I'll have Puck! He won't go away and I don't care what you guys say! And I'll have Rachel! She might be certifiably insane but she's nice and she's not going to judge me! If I have them then I don't care! And also, it's me who has to do this all so why do you guys care about your reputation? Just say that I'm a slut and there was nothing you guys could do if that's what will make you happy! I really don't care, just don't make me leave!"

My mom looked shocked. I had never stood up to my parents like this. I was a good girl. Good girls don't talk back. Oh well.

My dad looked like he wanted to punch a hole through the wall. His perfect family was unravelling and I didn't even seem to care.

My mom's voice was quiet when she said it. It sounded like she was let down, disappointed in my standards. "You love him. You're in love with Noah."

My dad spat out a laugh. He held his stomach.

I was still crying but I wiped my tears and tried to speak without breaking out into sobs. "No. I don't. But I like him, and he's sweet, and he doesn't make me feel like I'm a failure. He still makes me feel special."

My mom shook her head. "You can't be with him Quinn. A Fabray girl cannot be with someone like him. I'm sorry, but it's not possible. He's trash. He's a waste of space."

My dad nodded. "I took your car keys from the counter. You won't be driving it anymore. And no more arguing. You are going to Maine and you'll come back once its all over with. Now go to your room while your mother and I call your aunt and arrange things."

My lip quivered. "Mommy," I pleaded, "Please."

She didn't look at me. She didn't say anything.

It was over. It was all over. I ran upstairs and collapsed on my bed. I cried until the tears wouldn't come out anymore. I punched my pillow until I lost all my energy and fell on my back. I put my hands on my stomach. "I'm so sorry." I whispered. I knew what was going to happen. My aunt would pick an ultra religious family to raise it ad my baby would feel all the pressure to be perfect that I did. I didn't want that. I wanted my baby to be loved unconditionally. I didn't want my baby to be used as a reputation booster.

I can't remember when I fell asleep but I when I woke up it was 3:12. My cell phone was ringing. I thought it would be Puck but when I looked at my caller I.D. I saw that it was Rachel. I picked it up.

"Hey Rachel." I muttered.

"You weren't in school today. Is everything okay?" Her voice didn't sound as peppy and cheery as I was accustomed to. There was a nervous worry to it.

"Puck and I told my parents last night about the baby. They hate me and made me stay home today to figure out what I was going to do."

There was silence for a moment on the other line. "What did you decide?" She finally asked.

I twirled my hair, a nervous habit of mine. "I didn't really decide anything. They're forcing me to move to Maine to live with my aunt to have the baby. I'll come home once it's born and my aunt will find it a home with some disgusting Christian couple where the woman has like, I don't know, no uterus or something."

Rachel gave a nervous giggle. "You're not serious are you?"

"100% Rachel."

"Oh. Well, then maybe I shouldn't tell you what I was going to."

I rolled my eyes. People don't say things like that and actually stick by what they say.

"Just spit it out Rachel."

I could hear her take a deep breath. "Everyone at school knows about you, and Puck, and the baby."

My mouth dropped open. I felt my body freeze. It was one of those moments where it feels like the earth has topped moving and time is standing still. How did it happen? How could everyone find out?

"What are you talking about?" I shrieked.

"Santana told the rest of the Cheerio's that Finn broke up with you because you had sex with Puck and that now you were pregnant. They told everyone. Now everyone knows. It's probably a good thing you weren't at school today."

My mouth wouldn't open. I couldn't get any words out. My body wouldn't move at all.

"Quinn, say something."

"I can't go back to school." I was surprised at myself that I had actually managed to speak.

"Yes, you can Quinn. Who cares if a bunch of aimless teenagers know about your secret? I'll be there for you. Finn and I have been talking a lot ad he forgives you. Hell be there for you. You already know Puck will be there. And I bet everyone in Glee will too… well maybe not Santana but Kurt, Tina, Artie, and Mercedes will definitely be there for you. Don't worry. We'll make things okay."

I realized that I was crying. "No Rachel. Everyone will look at me, whisper about me. I didn't think that I would care, but I do. I can't face that humiliation. I'm not like you Rachel, I'm used to being popular."

"Quinn, it doesn't matter. It doesn't! You're going to face embarrassment no matter what. You can either face it here with people who will have your back, or you can do it in Maine with no one there for you."

She was making sense. I hated that.

"My dad took away my car. They want me to go to Maine. I don't know how I could make them let me stay."

Rachel sighed. "Explain to them that it doesn't matter anymore. Everyone knows so they're either going to look like supportive parents in their daughter's time of trouble, or cowards who send their child away when she makes a mistake."

"You're so right Rachel. You're always so smart."

"I'm aware."

I rolled my eyes and giggled. I said goodbye to Rachel and took a deep breath as I walked downstairs to where my parents were sitting in the dining room. When I walked in my mom was hanging up the phone.

"Do you know who that was?" My mom asked.

I shook my head.

She stood up. "That was our pastor! He knows about your pregnancy! The whole town does! We've been getting calls for the past hour! How did this happen Quinn?"

I wiped away the few tears that were falling. "Rachel just called me. Santana told everyone at school today. I don't know why but she did. Everyone at school knows."

My dad rubbed his temple. "What are we going to do now?"

"Deal with it," I cried, "There's no point in sending me to Maine now. People know. You guys are either going to look like supportive parents or cowards. I promise that if you want me to give the baby up that I will but just let me stay here, and let me pick the parents!"

My mom and dad thought about it. My mom sighed.

"That seems like our only option. There is no point now in sending you to Maine, but Quinn, you will have to give the baby up for adoption. You're too young to raise it and I'm not responsible for raising it and neither is your father. You have to give it up. You also have to apologize at church on Sunday and promise never to have sex again."

I nodded. "I'll do it, I promise."

My mom nodded. It was my dad who spoke next.

"Another thing," He said, "Noah cannot be in the picture anymore. He'll sign the adoption papers and that's it. Do you understand?"

Something inside of me got so mad at that comment. Nowadays if you ask me I swear it was the baby.

"No. He's going to be there. He's been with me so far, I want him to help me pick out a family."

My dad shook his head. "He is not the right guy for you Quinn."

"I don't care," I screamed, "I'm not saying that we're going to get married dad! I just think that he should be able to have a say in things! He's been working his butt off to raise money because he thought that we were going to keep the baby!"

My mom sighed. "Quinn we're trying to make this easier for you."

"Then let him be with me mom. Please? I don't want to do this without him." I was pleading.

"He's no good." She muttered.

"He's good enough. He may be a jerk at school and act like a tough big-shot but he tries so hard when he's with me. He tried so hard last night to be a guy that you two could like. He's trying, can't you?"

My dad shook his head. "Quinn, we're trying to be reasonable."

"No," I cried, "You're just trying to save your reputation. Every solution that you guys come up with is to save you two from total humiliation! Well I don't care! I will leave and never come back if you don't let me have Puck. "

They sat in silence for a good two minutes. It was my mom that finally broke the silence.

"What would him being 'there' mean Quinn?" She used air quotes for the word there.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I want him to help me pick a family. I want him to be able to come to doctor's appointments. I want to be able to invite him over if I'm crying my eyes out and all I need is a hug. I won't have sex with him again. I just need him to be here."

My mom and my dad looked at each other. They were sending signals to one another telepathetically.

"Fine," My dad finally said, "But keep it at that Quinn. We are just trying to protect you."

I nodded. It was better than nothing.

My mother was the next to speak. "I set up a doctor's appointment this morning. They managed to schedule us for Friday after school. I'll take off work for an hour hour and meet you there."

"How am I supposed to get there without a car?" I asked.

"You were able to get pregnant. I'm sure you can figure out a way to get to the doctor's for a simple sonogram." My dad's voice was faintly mocking. It was clear that I was no longer his little baby girl. I was now just that girl that had let him down, so much.

I nodded and walked back upstairs to my room. I laughed. Sometimes when there's nothing else to do, and you have all your possible emotions coming towards you at once, laughing is all you can do.

Plus, I had to admit that I was hilarious that I had fought so hard to keep Puck in my life.

I didn't know if I wanted to give up the baby but it was probably the right thing to do. Another family would be able to give it a good life. Teenagers can't raise a baby successfully.

The one thing I knew for sure is that tomorrow was going to be the most awkward ad humiliating day of my life. But maybe Rachel was right; maybe I could get through it with a little help. Probably not, but I had to keep hoping.

Wow, so her secret is exposed! This chapter was fu to write, what with all the drama!

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