A/N: Quinn's at like 7 months now. Probably will be 3 or 4 chapters left.

I'm fat, and totally alone. Puck has Rachel, Tina has Artie, Finn has, well, the love and support of everyone in the whole freaking school, and as for me? I have my baby, who isn't even born yet. I don't know how I'm going to get through the next few months, but I know I'm going to love this kid like crazy when she comes, even though she won't be my daughter.

It all happened last week. Mr. Schue set up another Glee Club invitational, this time without Orange April. We performed a few new numbers we'd been working on, plus Mercedes finally got her solo. Things went off without a hitch. Afterward, everyone went out to see their parents. Everyone except me, and Finn, whose mom couldn't make it, I guess.

It ended up being just the two of us sitting in the choir room. I felt like I should leave him alone. He was past being really angry at the mere sight of me, but I still wasn't his favorite person in the world. I didn't actually leave though, because going outside to see everyone's happy families was not really my cup of tea either. I decided just pulling out a chair and sitting down, far enough to give him his space, but not so far as to look like I was avoiding him. Very strategic. I had some trouble pulling the top chair off the stack, though, so Finn got up to help me.

"You don't have to do that, I've got it." I said even though I was pregnant and not that tall and SO did not have it at all.

"Nah, it's okay." He waved me off and effortlessly pulled the chair off and sat it down next to his. Then he gave me that smile, the one that always used to make me melt. It still did. I sat down next to Finn and tried to bridge the awkward silence.

"So, things went pretty well tonight." I observed.

"Yeah, it was good. Think we've got a good shot at regionals. My mom got Mike's parents to video it cause she had to work late tonight."

So that's where Ms. Hudson was. I said "Oh" instead of "My parents DID NOT ask anyone to tape the performance for them because they no longer care if I live or die." Because I thought that would sound bitter. Not that I was, or anything. Nope.

"So how's the baby doing?" He asked. The baby was kind of his go-to topic for any time he got stuck in an awkward conversation with me. It was sweet, though, that he still cared about her even though he knew it wasn't his daughter.

"She's still doing well. She's healthy, has all her fingers and toes, and no extras." He laughed, a little. It reminded me of before he found out, in between the times we were mad at each other, when we would just lay in his bed and talk about the baby. When we'd talk about what we thought she would look like and how big she'd be. Those were the times when I really wanted to keep her, even though I knew I couldn't.

"And you?" He asked, looking genuinely concerned. I knew I'd been looking pretty bad lately. Sleeping is hard when you're seven months pregnant.

"I'm okay, Finn. Just a little worried about complications, but other than that, pretty good." Okay, I kind of intended to make him worry a little. I'm not a saint, obviously, and part of me still wondered if he still cared about me, just a little.

"What kind of complications?"

"Oh, it's nothing, Finn, don't worry about it. The doctors said most likely nothing's going to happen. How've you been, by the way?" I said, trying to change the subject. Yeah, I know I brought it up, but it was still kind of scary.

"Not bad. Started doing my homework again. Sometimes." He smiled at me again, and I had to smile back. It used to be that he could always make me smile, even when I didn't feel like it. It sounds silly, but for a second, things went back to the way they were before. I almost forgot I was pregnant.

"I miss you, Quinn."

"I miss you, too."

Then he kissed me, and I remembered exactly how much I had missed him.

And then, he got this sort of horrified, wide-eyed look, like he couldn't believe what he had just done. It was almost like he just remembered how much I had hurt him, and was reliving it. And I hated myself for putting him through it again, even though I hadn't done anything this time.

"I'm sorry!" I said out of instinct.

"No… I just… I should go." He sputtered. Poor Finn was really freaking out. He grabbed his backpack and almost ran for the door.

Finn pulled the door open and was halfway out when he turned around.

"I'm not perfect either, Quinn. I'm not."

And then he was gone, and I was alone again.