'Nother chapter! Enjoyzeles!

Minor OOC, methinks. I mean, we barely see Kurt at home so we don't know his mood. He always is doing something to make himself sad when he is seen at home.

Lady Gaga ain't mine. Shame.

I just HAD to include her because of Kurt going "I feel like Lady Gaaahgaaah" in that cute way Chris says Gaga that is in the back nine promo.

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Quinn wearily padded up the stairs, her hand on her stomach.

Walking into the room, she wrinkled her nose at the room, before scolding herself.

"Quinn Fabray! You are lucky. Very lucky. Kurt Hummel, the boy that was once competing for your now ex, is taking you in, and offering you stay for a while."

Sitting down, her realised she had nothing to wear to bed, and although she had already gotten enough, pants were more uncomfortable to wear to bed.

Just as she heaved herself up, Kurt knocked and walked in without waiting.

"Got you these." He said, leaving down a small bundle, before walking out to the landing, and back in again with a tray of hot chocolate, some marshmellows and buttery toast.

"Kurt... I'm so very grateful for this."

"I know. You're crying." He raised his eyebrows at her, and she smiled sadly.

"I'll leave you, you need a good rest." He turned.

"Kurt?"

"Yes, Quinnie?"

"Do you have a nickname?"

He turned back towards her, and started at the devilsh grin on her face.

"I believe I don't."

"Well, that just won't do, will it? How about..."

He scrunched his face up, waiting for some terrible nickname.

"How about we don't give you one?"

He sighed, and left the room. "Goodnight Quinnie."

"G'night... Kurtie." She sighed.

Checking out the bundle, she discovered a nightdress, gown and slippers, a toothbrush and paste, a face cloth and - her face burned red, some underwear.

Changing quickly, she washed her face and teeth, before jumping into the bed. There was a hot water bottle in it.

"Well, baby Drizzle. First there was me and Finn, then there was me and Puck, then there was you, me and Finn, then there was just me and you, and then there was you, me and Kurt Hummel."

And with that, she fell fast asleep.

"Goooood morning sunshine." Came a cheery voice.

"Huh?" She said, raising her head above the duvet.

"We're going shopping." Came the voice, and she opened her eyes, only to be looking right into the mischevious eyes of Kurt Hummel.

"Kuuuurt! I'm happy where I- AGH!" She yelled, having the warm duvet pulled off her and the sunlight streaming into her eyes.

"It's one o' clock darling. At this rate, the shops'll be closed."

"Don't you have enough clothes already? And why do you need a pregnant girl following you around?"

"I have no use for maternity clothes, since I am male." He smirked.

"Kurt! No, no, NO! I have enough from you."

"Yes, yes, yes Quinnie." He mimicked. "Get up! One, two, three!" He laughed, grabbing her arm.

She swung her legs around with difficulty, and cocked her head, looking at him.

"You seem cheery." She said, half a question.

"No, I just am gloomy when you normally see me." He explained.

"Oh." That made sense to her. Nothing like a dumpster dive to set you up for the day.

"Come on. We can hit a café in the mall. You need some new stuff. My moms stuff is small on you."

She skirted to the bathroom, and pulled on the clothes again, before coming out, to Kurt holding her jacket, a special pregnancy one, warm and dry.

"Thanks. It'll cover the clothes are too small." She said, putting it on and following him out to his huge SUV,

"In you get." He said, jumping in, and she paused.

"I won't be able to get in there." She mumbled, red faced.

"I'm too heavy." She turned even redder.

Kurt went around to her side, and her helped her get in before getting in.

They set off, Kurt chatting to her about something, as she watched the world go by, safe in the huge car with a decent person beside her. She hadn't had much of that recently.

As they went along, the passed by a small house, and she stiffened.

Kurt glanced at her, and then noticed.

"Oh, Quinnie. It's not your fault. If anything, it should be that person whom I have no words to describe who got you drunk and knocked up. Although I wish you hadn't lied, I myself can't see another way out without severely hurting his feelings."

She relaxed at his words, and flicked on the radio and looked through the cds laying on the dashboard.

"You like Lady Gaga?" She looked up, momentarily surprised. Kurt really was a strange guy.

"Hell yeah. She's got talent, and her clothes are so unique!" He exclaimed.

So she loaded the disc, and they had a fun time belting out the lyrics to all the hits, and the less talken about songs.

Brown Eyes started up, and as she sang alone, looking at the lyrics booklet since Kurt knew them by heart, she saw his lips tighten.

Scanning ahead, she read the lyrics.

When your brown eyes, walked away

And your brown eyes, couldn't stay

In your brown eyes, you watch her go

Then turn the record on

And wonder what went wrong (what went wrong)

If everything was everything, but everything is over

Everything could be everything, if only we were older

Guess its just a silly song about you

And how I lost you,

and your brown eyes

In your brown eyes, I was feeling low

Cause the brown eyes, and you'll never know

Got some brown eyes, but I saw her face

I knew that it was wrong, so baby

Turn the record on, play that song.

Brown eyes equals Finn. You walked away Finn. You left me feeling low. How I lost you.

Story of my life.

But then they arrived, and the player turned off as Kurt cut off the engine, and they got out, and wandered towards the café.

Kurt ordered a latté and a low-fat muffin, and ordered her a orange juice and cookie.

"I'm not a child." She muttered.

"But you're carrying a child, and caffeine isn't good for it. Plus you like orange juice."

"I do?" She asked.

"The old Quinn did anyways." He muttered, and shifted in his seat, when something came in his line of vision.

"Um, Quinnie, darling? I don't want to alarm you, but your ex is here. Staring at me. And he can see your hair, but I don't think he's figured who you are."

"Which one?"

"Finn. And he's coming over to say hi. And I think he's realised who you are."

Quinn supped her orange juice nochantly, as if she had perfect right to be with Kurt in a café, which she did, but inside she was panicking.

"Calm, calm... Oh, hello Finn." He said, his voice changing from a surprising low mutter to his usual, if not a bit high-pitched, tone.

"Hello, Kurt... Quinn." Finn's voice had changed from when they had both last heard him.

For Kurt, it had been a month ago, since they were on their break, but for Quinn, it was Sectionals. She hadn't rejoined the Glee club.

"So, how you been?" Kurt's voice was an amazing attempt at casualness, but underneath the table, Quinn had grabbed his hand and was squeezing tightly.

"Ow, Quinn, stop it." He muttered, before realising his mistake.

Finn's eyes darkened, and with an heavy tone, he asked "So, are you two... Going out?"

Somehow he still hasn't realised Kurt is gay, they both wryly thought. Kurt flashed a look at her. He had it half in mind to say yes, but that might be a mistake.

"No." Kurt said. "Incase you didn't know, I'm gay." He blurted out.

Finns face changed, to shock and half amusement.

"Oh yeah? Well, I knew." He said, although obviously he hadn't.

"Quinn is just living with me. We're best friends of course. I'd never share my room with an almost stranger, which Quinn isn't."

They both snickered. Kurt WAS sharing his room, or really house, with an almost stranger. Not that if felt like that too them.

In less than 24 hours, they knew each others deepest secrets.

"Well, I'd best be going. See you around, Kurt. Good luck with... Well, bye Quinn." He said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, and walking away.

"Amazing how you can go off a guy in a space of a few weeks." They both said together.

"What, you don't like him?" They spoke again in synch.

"No."

"No."

"Ever since he refused to accept your mistake. I know it was difficult for him, but really it was Puck's fault."

"Ever since... Well. Need I explain?" She said, draining the last of her juice.

"Shall we shop then, m'dear?" Kurt said, offering her his arm, and sweeping out of the place, Quinn felt herself really smile for the first time since she could remember.