Quinn

Quinn stands at her locker trying not to let anyone see her cry. But what does it matter anyway when her life is over. Finn walks over to her locker and she panics. What is she going to tell him?

"Quinn?"

Quinn shuts her locker and walks away from him. Finn follows her.

"Hey what's with the silent treatment?"

Quinn stops and turns to face him. She wipes a tear.

"Whatever I did. I'm sorry."

"I'm pregnant. I wasn't sure. I really didn't wanna go by myself," Quinn sobs. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"Mine?" Finn asks.

"Yes, you. Who else's would it be?" Not Puck. Definitely not Puck.

"But we-we never…"

"Last month. Hot tub."

"But we were wearing our swimsuits!"

"Ask Jeeves said a hot tub is the perfect temperature for sperm. It helps it swim faster."

He starts hyperventilating. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh, my god, wait. Are-are you gonna get a…?"

Quinn shakes her head. "No." She cries harder. "I really thought I had a shot of getting out of here." She leans her head on Finn's shoulder and just sobs.

The bell rings but they stay in the hallway.

"Finn, please say something, anything just to get my mind off of this," Quinn begs.

"Tina got the solo in Glee club and Rachel's pissed about it," he says and laughs a little. "I know it's ridiculous to say considering what's going on with us but I just thought you might like to hear...I don't know it was stupid."

She rubs her eyes and smiles a little. "I don't take joy in Rachel failing but it's nice to know someone else is getting a chance at a solo," she smiles lightly. "Anything else?"

"Yeah, Kurt joined the football team. Of all things," he laughs. "And he's actually been scoring by doing this dancing. It's weird, but kinda cool."

"Good for the team though, right? I mean you guys could maybe start winning."

Finn shrugs. "Maybe so, maybe so."

Days later Quinn is walking down the hallway holding her books and looking down when Puck stops her.

"What's up, MILF?"

"Leave me alone," she says and walks away.

He practically chases her down the hallway. "Who's the daddy?"

She doesn't say anything. He knows.

"I just think it's kinda weird if it's Finn since you told me you were a virgin when you did it. And I know for a fact you didn't do it with him."

She turns to look at him. "How can you be so sure?"

"Finn's my boy. He would've told me."

She leans in close. "You make a habit of sleeping with your boy's girlfriends?"

Puck throws his hands up in the air and does a ridiculous Southern accent. "Well call the Vatican! We got ourselves another immaculate conception!"

Quinn pulls him to the side, out of the hallway.

"I'd take care of it, ya know. You, too. My dad's a deadbeat, but I don't roll that way," he says in a hushed tone.

"Weren't you fired for peeing in the fast-food fryolator?"

"I've got my pool cleaning business."

"We live in Ohio," she says. Puck looks down. "I had sex with you because you got me drunk on wine coolers and I felt fat that day. But it was a mistake. You're a Lima loser and you're always gonna be a Lima loser." She shakes her head and runs down the hallway. She goes outside in the rain crying and holding her binders above her head. She gets into her car and rests her head against the steering wheel just crying.

There's a light tap on her window and she jumps. She opens the passenger door.

"How many weeks are you?"

Quinn doesn't say anything.

"From the looks of you, I'd say no more than five or six," Rachel says.

"Who told you?"

"No one, I guessed," she frowns. "I'm sorry, I just saw you run here and I didn't want you to be in your car crying alone and feeling alone and I don't hate you, Quinn. I know I'm probably supposed to hate you but I just don't."

"Rachel!" she shouts through tears. "Stop! Please, just stop. Who told you?"

"I saw you and Finn talking in the hallway and you were crying and he was panicking and your locker is close to mine. I'm sorry," she says and looks at her lap.

They are both silent for a moment as Quinn cries.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you. I'm sorry," she whispers. "I've just had a tough couple of days. Usually I can keep it together pretty well but this is just a shit storm. Just a ton of bad."

"What are you gonna do?"

"I have to keep it." She clutches her cross necklace. "My parents…"

"Don't have to even know about it. Well not both of them anyway. Just one could sign off."

"Neither would. I promise you. I'm going to be stuck here in Ohio for the rest of my life," she rests her head on the steering and cries again.

Rachel hesitantly reaches out and rests a hand on Quinn's shoulder. "I know that I'm the last person you probably want here but I just want you to know that whatever you see I'm here for you."

Quinn laughs through tears and looks at her. "Are you kidding? You should be celebrating. Once people start to find out I'm gonna be just as much of a loser as you. I can't have a baby and be the head cheerleader. And Finn, he's not ready. He's not ready for this kind of responsibility. This isn't fair. It's just not fair to him. I know that but there's nothing else I can do. My life is over and so is his. Sorry Rachel, neither of us get what we want."

"I'm sorry too, Quinn. But this isn't what I want. For either of you." She gets out of the car and runs out into the rain until Quinn can't see her anymore.

The next day Quinn is at her locker and Finn walks over to her. Quinn gives him a light smile.

"Hey. Here…" Finn hands her a torn up baby blanket. "It's my gee-ge. This is the baby blanket my dad got me the day I was born. It was the only thing I had to remember him by. I used to cry without it. I took it everywhere with me. So it's a little dirty. But I want our baby to have it. I'm gonna do everything I can to be a good father."

Quinn shakes her head. "Thank you, Finn."

Puck walks over to them. "Hey guys. How ya doing? Ya know lately I've been getting really sick in the morning."

"Must be a virus," she says, her voice strained.

"Hey, you putting on a little weight? You should watch your carbs. They're not gonna be able to hoist you to the top of that cheerleading pyramid much longer."

"Hey, don't talk to my girlfriend like that."

"You know what, you're right. I was out of line." Puck smiles and starts walking backwards. "See you guys around."