Wishing

Author: StoryGirl02

Fandom: Glee

Claim: Quinn Fabray

These last few weeks had been ones that she really didn't want to ever remember. Filled with waiting around for something she desperately needed to happen, and wondering what exactly was going to happen with her.

Her period had been due four weeks ago, which made it nearly a month since the 'thing' happened, the thing she was sure never to ever repeat again. She had marked it clearly in her little diary, because Quinn Fabray was a girl who consisted of schedules. Nothing in her life was ever not planned, well except for that 'thing'. She knew what exactly was going to happen in her future, which is why this waiting around scared her dreadfully. Her period had always come when she had predicted it, and it was never ever late.

Until now.

She had been stupid to do it she knew, throw her virginity away like it was nothing. She had completely dumb to do it with him, though, instead of waiting until someone came around that loved her for her, and not the sex. Hell, even Finn's misguided fumbling should had been enough for her, but no.

She had acted like some dumb floozy she had sworn never to become, drunk four wine coolers down like they were water and smiled at him when he took her arm and led her to the bedroom. She hadn't protested when he took her shirt off, made no cries for help when he kissed her softly on the lips.

Quinn shook her head softly, sighing.

She had so stupid to believe him. She had watched hundreds of girls disappear into a bedroom with him and never be seen on his arm ever again. Finn had often talked about his antics many times with her, while she just nodded happily along to his words in agreement. He was a player, and she was just another notch on his ever-increasing belt. Soon he'd need them specially made, she thought with a grin.

Stupid, stupid stupid girl!

If her period didn't arrive by the end of the day, she was skipping Cheerio's practice and going to the twenty-four supermarket to buy herself a pregnancy test.

xxx

She prayed hard in Celibacy Club, so hard that her knees were raw by the end of it; though her prayers weren't for a long and healthy relationship with Finn, she prayed desperately for her period to start. She could handle the embarrassment she would surely receive when it started, trapped in the school without any sort of pads or tampons, it wasn't as bad as staring in the cashier in the face and know exactly what he was thinking.

'Here we go again. Another teenage pregnancy, god how did this girl go astray?'

A tear trickled down her cheek and she hastily wiped it away before Finn or anyone could see.

It wasn't her fault!

xxx

"Oi, Fabray!"

She whirled around, motioning to Finn to meet her at her locker, forcing a smile. "Puckerman," she greeted coldly, placing a hand on her hip. "What exactly could you want with me?"

He smirked at her, shaking his head lightly. Shrugging he said, "You were crying in that stupid Celicby club, and I was just wondering if you were alright or not. Can't let Finn's girl be upset, can we?"

"I'm fine," she gritted out.

He smirked again. "Whatever then, see you 'round."

She shook her head, and walked back over to Finn. He stared after the retreating figure of Puck, his jacket swinging in the breeze, and then looked back down at her."What did Puck want?" he asked, taking her hand slowly.

She giggled up at him, smiling. "Nothing of importance."

xxx

Coach Sylvester let her off Cheerio's practice without any sort of explanation, yelling after her 'that she'd better be in good form for Wednesday practice or else'.

She hurried to the car park, hands shaking as she fumbled with her keys. God, this couldn't be happening to her. She was the golden child, the one her parents favoured above all else. What would happen to her if she told them she was pregnant? She'd be kicked out of home surely, but then what? Where would she live, would she become another homeless person that months ago she had pitied and tried to help?

She wiped her tears away, sniffling.

"Quinn," a voice said, and she shook her head softly.

Please, go away. She didn't need this, didn't need him being here with her crying on top of everything damn thing that was going wrong right now!

"Quinn," he repeated, placing a hand on her shoulder. "What the hell is up with you?"

She whirled around, a stray strand of blonde hair escaping from her tight ponytail. "What's wrong with me?" she gritted out, shaking her head. A finger prodded into his chest, and he rubbed it softly. "You, you Jewish ignorant bastard, may or may have not gotten me pregnant. Me! Quinn Fabray, pregnant." She chuckled dryly. "Can you imagine that?" she mumbles softly.

His mouth dropped open wide, and his eyes bludge. "P-p-pregnant? he stutters out, shaking his head. "No, we used protection, so there's no chance."

She shook her head again, slumping against the car door. "There's a 0.01 percent chance Puckerman, and I guess we were just the lucky people who feel victim to that statistic."

He fiddled with the end of his jacket, swallowing. "What are you going to do?" he asked, meeting her eyes for a brief second before they both pull away.

"Honestly? I really don't know. But right now I have to go and buy a million tests and the biggest carton of apple juice they have so I can take them before Mass tonight. Then if I am pregnant, well I'll just try and work something out. But if I'm not then I will pray so hard at Church, thanking God, and we'll both go our other ways. It was just a onetime thing, right?" She rose an eyebrow, looking up at him. "Right?"

He nodded softly. "Yeah, just a one time thing," he repeated. "Never going to be repeated, I promise."

"Well, if you will excuse me I have to go see if my life is going to be ruined," she pronounced, chuckling. "Goodbye, Puck."

"Bye, Quinn."

She chuckled, opening the car door.

You can do this.

You are Quinn Fabray, and you can deal with anything.

xxx

She had exactly fifty minutes before Mass started, and a large pile of pregnancy tests to take. She had taken one of each brand that the supermarket had, in order to rule out a false positive or a false negative test, which she certainly did not want. She just wanted answers, and she was going to get them, one way or the other.

She had chugged down the three-litre carton of apple juice while driving back home, and now was waiting for the effects to take place. The nerves were rising in her, and she paced around the room, back and forth, eyes watching the clock tick slowly.

Quinn grabbed a few tests, and walked into the bathroom slamming the door behind her. The tests were lined up on the bench when she was done with them, repeating the pattern over and over until she couldn't pee anymore and there were no tests left on her bed.

Now she just had to wait.

She scoffed softly, slamming the toilet lid down and sighing.

She could wait.

xxx

She approached him at school, early in the morning and before the first bell rang. Tapping him on the shoulder, she smoothed down her Cheerios uniform with a sly smile.

He stared her down, eyebrow rising. "So?" he asked.

She giggled softly, shaking her head. "I drank a ton of apple juice last night, and took about fifteen, sixteen tests, alright," she begins to say. "And out of those only one was a positive, and it looked more like a negative to me anyway. It wasn't like I could ask my parents but I'm pretty sure that it was smudged so that doesn't count."

"So, you're not pregnant?" he questioned, slamming his locker door shut.

"I'm not pregnant," she repeated. "Never was, never will be. Thank god."

Both of his eyebrows rose at this, and he shook his head softly.

"No, I didn't mean it like that," she says, giggling. "I just meant, well can you imagine us with a baby? We'd be horrible at raising one Puck, and you know it. Hell, we don't even get along at the best of time, I never wanted you to be tied to me because of a stupid mistake we made one night."

He whirled around, shaking his head. "A stupid mistake?" he repeated, chuckling. "Maybe that's all it was too you Quinn, but to me it was a lot more. You mean more to me than any other girl in this school, but hey whatever. You have Finn, so I'm not gonna overstep my friendship boundaries. Just know that if you were pregnant, I would have tried my damn hardest to support you, and the kid," his hand lingered near her stomach before he drew it away with a sharp sigh, "and I would have loved you. But hey, whatever." He shook his head again, walking away.

He left her standing in the bustling hallway with a hand on her stomach, wishing that she were pregnant.