Hello dear readers! I missed you guys! This chapter is going to be a little different, I fell as though I've been doing too much PuckleBerry, even though I love writing it. This is just something to do a little more story backround... You know? Enjoy.

Chapter Thirteen: Mommyhood

It's weird, Quinn thought as she looked at herself in the mirror. Three days ago, I swear that bump wasn't there. I must be imagining things.

Quinn's bed was a mess. Her pajamas had been thrown on the floor when she woke up that morning feeling especially nauseous and fat. Quinn had placed her hand over her stomach and instantly rid of herself of the t-shirt and sweatpants she'd been wearing. She's scurried over to the mirror hanging on her closet door and she'd nearly started crying. A bump. There was a bump on her stomach, one that would take away everything; her body, her popularity, her life.

Quinn turned to the side again, examining her stomach from all angles. After running her hand over her stomach a few times, she stared hard at the shadow the bump was making. A slight blue line crossing diagonally from above her hip bone to directly below her belly button. She nearly glared at it, her eyes narrowing as if trying to make it disappear.

She was interrupted, though, when someone came through the door. "Quinnie? Daddy and I need to talk to you..."

The young girl jumped, scrambling to find something to cover herself. When she didn't get anything, she jumped into her bathroom, hiding behind the door frame. "Quinn? Is everything alright?" her fathers voice called, sounding close.

"Yes!" she responded, pinching her eyes shut as she prayed they wouldn't come into the bathroom.

There was silence for a moment, then her mother spoke. "Well, could you come out here, please. Your father and I need to have a talk with you about your sister's anniversary party..."

She hesitated to answer. "Uh, sure... Can you just hand me a t-shirt?"

"What?"

"A t-shirt."

There was some rustling then a t-shirt appeared through the doorway. "Why do you need a t-shirt, Quinn?" her mother said, stepping into the bathroom. The two women froze as the looked at each other through the bathroom mirror, eyes wide. "Sweetie, why are you dressed in only your under clothes?"

"Judy? What happened?" the father's voice boomed.

No one answered. Judy Fabray just looked at her daughter, a shocked look on her face. "I don't understand; Quinn, what's going on?"

"Judy!"

The mother grabbed Quinn's arm and pulled her out of the bathroom and into the middle of her room. The young girl did her best to cover herself up as her father stared at his daughter, standing there, her skin exposed. "Quinn? Why are you half naked and in your bathroom? Is everything alright?"

She shook her head. "No, it's not..." Quinn's eyes burned, nearly caught on fire as she tried to hold back the tears that were building up along her lids. "I.. There's something I need to tell you two..."

"You're not doing drugs, are you?" her mother said desperately, her fingers flitting to her chest.

"No, no, nothing like that; I'm not doing drugs I promise." Her parents sighed in relief.

Judy Fabray smiled at her. "Well, whatever it is, sweetie, I'm sure we can work it out together as a family."

Quinn took a few deep breaths, letting them out slowly. "I..." Quinn choked as a lump rose in her throat. "I'm pregnant." The words were so quiet, she thought she couldn't even hear them.

"What?" her father said, his brow creasing together. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, I couldn't hear you."

"Pregnant," she whispered only a shade louder.

"Huh?"

"Pregnant!" Quinn screamed, her hand slapping over her mouth just a second too late.

The couple froze in their places, a glazed look covering their eyes and shocked looks on their faces. They stayed the way they were for what seemed like days for Quinn, but what really only resulted in ten seconds. When the time was up, Mr. Fabray was the first to speak. "I see..." For a moment, Quinn relaxed. "I know that your mother said that what ever you needed to tell us we'd work through as a family but I see now that to do something as such, you would need to be a part of it."

A tear spilled over Quinn's eye and she struggled to keep the others where they were. "What? I... Daddy, how can you say that? I'm you're daughter."

"No, you're not. If you were a part of this family, you would have done as you had learned, saved yourself for when you were married, for when you found the right person. You didn't do that." Judy Fabray slid next to her husband, placing one hand on his chest while her head rested near his shoulder as he instinctively wrapped his arm around her waist. "That's the rule of my family, Quinn, and you broke it." His voice was staying surprisingly leveled and calm, almost monotonous. "You're not my daughter, I want you out of here by noon."

Quinn began to shake as more of her tears fell, making shining streaks down her cheeks. "But, Daddy..."

"As of right now, you have three hours to find somewhere to go and get out of my house. Quinn Fabray, I suggest you start packing."

Finn sat in his living room, fingers flying over the PS3 game controller as his eyes never left the TV. Next to him was an uneaten turkey sandwich and a pile of potato chips on a plate. An empty can of Coke was in front of him on the ottoman with his feet propped up next to it.

He supposed this is what you could call long weekend behavior; relaxing on the couch. That was fine by him. He didn't really care, though, because his mother was working all day—4 AM to 8 PM—and his day was completely person free.

I could b walking around naked, he thought, pausing the game as he sat at attention, considering this thought. I should be walking around naked. This is my house... No one's going to me home for another nine hours...

He nodded at this thought, standing up. He was about to pull off his shirt when the doorbell rang. A frustrated sigh flew through his lips but he wandered over to the door, opening it. "What do you wa-" He stopped suddenly when he saw the tear stained girl standing in his entryway. "Quinn? ...What are you doing here...? With a suitcase?"

She suddenly started crying again, dropping her bag and falling into his chest, her arms wrapping around his middle tightly. Dumbly, Finn slid his arms around her shoulders, holding her in a hug as she sobbed, her whole body jolting with each cry. She started squealing out nonsense words that Finn couldn't understand, but in the end, he'd managed to pick out 'Looking at bump', 'Asked for a t-shirt', and 'Kicked out'. "I... They kicked you out?" She sobbed louder. "They can't do that; they're your parents and they have complete responsibility over you until you're eighteen... I had to do a paper about it."

"But they did," she said quietly, pressing her ear against his warm chest. "I... I can stay here, can't I?"

He smiled at his girlfriend, kissing her forehead. "Yeah, of course... Do you have any more bags or anything?"

Quinn nodded. "Mm-hmm, in the trunk of my car..." Finn looked out the door to see Quinn's red Volkswagon punch buggy sitting in the driveway. "Do you want me to help you?"

"Naw, I'll be alright." He headed to the car. "If you're hungry, there's a sandwich on the couch and some chips; there's soda in the fridge as always."

As Finn headed out the door, he tried to figure out why people like Quinn's parents—head on Christians—could kick their daughter out onto the streets especially whens she was pregnant with a baby. It confused him to no end, but he knew he'd never be able to figure out why, so he just let it go and began to carry three of Quinn's eight suitcases into the house, smiling at her every time he passed the living room. She was just sitting there, sadly eating the sandwich.

When the last bag was brought in, Finn sat down next to her on the couch, put his arms around her, and hugged her until she stopped crying. "I love you," she whispered into his chest, hiccuping.

Finn nodded. "I know... I love you too."

Haha, there you go. Please review! I wanna know your input and if you have any ideas on story plot or just a one chapter thing, let me know! I'd love to involve my readers in the writing, don't be afraid to speak up!

Love, Renee