Chapter Five: Tomorrow // Annie
While Will had only meant to use it as a distraction from Emma's impending panic attack/fainting spell, he was pleasantly surprised to receive a phone call at four-thirty the following morning from the vice-principal, stating that due to the foot and a half of uncleared snow, school would be cancelled for the day.
Emma had one eye squinted open, "Wh-what's goin' on?" She sputtered in her sleepy state.
Will's hands caressed the side of her face, "Go back to sleep, we've got a snow day." She found his chest a suitable pillow, muttering something along the lines of, 'the should just cancel the rest of the week and give us a longer break,' Which made Will laugh as he readjusted the comforter around them, "That would be wonderful, Em."
They woke up hours later, in no rush to start the day.
"How about pancakes?" Emma asked as she zipped a pair of super-skinny jeans.
Will eyed her, "Sounds great, Em...but what's with the jeans?" He couldn't even remember the last time he'd seen her wear a pair of pants that weren't for lounging; let alone the skin-tight and slightly frayed one's she'd put on.
"Well, I might as well get some use out of them before I'm the size of a humpback whale," She shivered at the thought as she slid a long, dark green sweater on.
"I think you should wear them more often," He purred, pulling her hips to his with by wrapping his fingers in her belt loops.
"Oh, I'll wear jeans for you, Will. They'll have a real cute kangaroo pouch for the joey, too."
"Joey Schuester?" He cringed.
"Ah, no," Her red curls bounced as she shook her head, "Definitely no Joey."
Their lips met for a quick moment before Emma turned to start breakfast. Will pulled on a black t-shirt as tight as Emma's jeans, knowing she'd have the same reaction to his chest as he had to her legs. Before leaving the bedroom he paused at Emma's dresser, smiling at the framed pictures before him.
One was of them with her nieces and nephews on the same day they had been roped into babysitting, the youngest was contently babbling in her arms while he held the two year old girls. The rest of the kids, including one sassy five year old with a 'super cool' neon pink cast had gathered around them on the couch. The next picture was taken by his mother at their wedding; Emma wore a dress similar, however, not the same to the one they had danced in previously. His newly-pronounced wife was laughing while he was smiling into a kiss on her cheek. His favorite photo was next; she had discovered Photo Booth on his MacBook and they had been playing with backgrounds and squishing each others faces when she clicked the wrong button and ended up taking a beautiful black and white image of the two of them kissing sweetly. The final still was taken by none other then the creepy yellow-journalist Jacob before the Glee club's spring invitational. Emma had been backstage, helping Quinn get ready—at eight months, she was nervous about something happening to the teenager. As they were about to go on, Jacob had insisted on a quick group shot for his blog. At first, Emma had stood behind him, making sure he wasn't zooming in on Rachel's chest when Artie insisted she join them.
His smile only grew wider as he thought of the hundreds of pictures he would soon be taking of their baby. Will intended to capture every image of it's little life he could. Every milestone would be frozen in time.
"Will?" Emma poked her head into the room, "It's ready."
Surprised he had been reminiscing for that long, he was pleasantly rewarded with her fingers running on top of his shirt, "Is it a sexy competition today?" She said sarcastically, dragging him to the kitchen.
"Nah, you'd take first place and I'm a sore loser." He watched as she cut up her pancakes—no syrup, "far too sticky," and of course no butter, "it's essentially hardened milk"— and imagined a tiny toddler between them, eating with his fingers or struggling to use her fork for the first time. "So what are we doing today?"
"Well," she swallowed, her knife and fork held out in a position only she would hold, "I suppose I'd better find a baby doctor and make an appointment. Make sure I'm taking the right stuff so our baby won't have horns or a tail...and maybe we'll get a picture if it's not to soon."
"Would you mind if I tagged along to your appointments?"
"Oh, gosh, Will, I'd be horrified if you didn't. I'm probably going to have an anxiety attack just walking in the door. I'm going to need you there...for all of this," she set her fork down and took his hand.
His fingertips rubbed the top of her knuckles, "I want to be there, Em. For you, for the baby. But you're not going to Dr. Wu. I'd have a few to many words for that man. Maybe we can look up some food you should be eating later on."
Emma had a pretty good idea of what types of food she shouldn't be eating and the prenatal vitamins she should; she'd had the pregnancy lesson with a sobbing Quinn Fabray in her office last year..
"M-Miss Pillsbury?" Quinn entered on a quiet day several weeks after Will had convinced Emma to stay at McKinley, "Are you busy?"
Emma closed her laptop, shaking her head, "Have a seat, Quinn...what can I do for you?"
"Honestly, I just needed to get out of Math. It's hard to ignore everyone talking and gossiping about me...I'm afraid I might mood swing and snap on some of the people who I thought were my friends." The blonde sighed deeply, resting her elbows on the edge of Emma's desk and setting her head in her hands.
"Well, Quinn, it's like I told you a few months ago. Don't worry about what other people think about you. Obviously, you made a mistake; all those girls who used to be your teammates have made mistakes just as big—they just didn't have as large of consequences following them."
Quinn attempted to choke back her tears, "It's just that...I thought I had it all figured out, you know? That this whole big mess was just going to blow over. It all seemed so perfect. Terri Schuester," Emma didn't bother to correct that to the former Terri Schuester, as much as she would have liked to, "wanted a baby. I had one that I didn't want. Finn thought he was the father and no one really cared that I was pregnant with his baby...but then it all just fell apart. I destroyed the lives of two really, really great guys, and everyone's mad at me and there's nothing I can do to fix it," Tears trickled down her rosy cheeks as she continued to unload, "Living with Puck is a nightmare that keeps getting worse and I just want to wake up and have all of this be over!"
As her tears turned into sobs, Emma moved around her desk to the empty chair next to Quinn, tentatively placing a hand on her shoulder. Quinn took this as an open invitation to bury her face into Emma's shoulder. After several moments of frozen shock at the unexpected physical contact, Emma relaxed, her arm wrapping around Quinn, rubbing her back gently, "If it helps, Will—er, Mr. Schuester isn't mad at you."
Quinn's wet, green eyes searched Emma's, looking for a sign that she was just making it up to make her feel better, "How is that possible? I knew his wife wasn't really pregnant. I was apart of the lie...I was the only reason she was able to keep the secret in the first place!"
"We've talked. When he looked at it from a different perspective, he was actually quite flattered that you thought he would make a good enough dad, that you'd trust him enough to raise your little girl."
Quinn sobbed again, "I—I really did, I knew he would be able to love and take care of her in a way that I couldn't. It's, it's not fair that he doesn't get the chance to have a baby."
"You never know, he might," A small smile played on Emma's lips as she thought of Will singing a small pink bundle to sleep.
"There's still Finn, though. He won't talk to me. Won't listen to me say sorry, I know sorry doesn't really cut it; not for what I did...but if he would just hear me out, at least then maybe I wouldn't feel like someone should stone me."
"Oh, don't talk like that," Emma's hand returned to rubbing her back as Quinn's head found it's place back on Emma's shoulder, "Finn...well, he needs time. He'll come around, but he's in a weird place right now. He needs time to grieve; he was planning for a baby girl—even if it wasn't going to be his in the end." Quinn sniffled, "He'll be okay though. I think I'm going to have a talk with him, actually..." Her mind wandered for a moment before returning to her counseling, "Now what's so bad about living with Noah?"
Quinn huffed, "I can't think of a single thing that's right with it. The house is trashed and dirty," Emma shuddered, "His sister is the devil's child, I swear. She's constantly trying to find a way to make me miserable, she tried to trip me this morning! Then...there's his mom, who's a total basket case. The worst part though is the food. They eat out every single night. It's not good for the baby and I don't have the money to buy something to make myself."
"What are you supposed to be eating?"
"Nothing greasy, lots of natural fruits and vegetables, mostly just real healthy— lots of protein. And Puck won't loan me a few dollars to buy more prenatal vitamins, he won't take me to the store so I can find some clothes to fit over my watermelon and he keeps trying to guilt me into keeping the baby! I can't, Miss Pillsbury, I can't keep her. I'm just not ready for this. I can't provide her with what she'll need. It's not fair to her."
"Wow," Emma sighed, "No, I think you're correct, sixteen year old's aren't meant to raise children. It's very selfless of you, thinking of her needs before your own...as for needing things, while it's a little unconventional...I could give you a ride to the store if you need one."
Quinn raised her eyes again, "Oh, Miss Pillsbury, you...you don't have to, i-it's my problem I can—"
"Quinn, I want you to be healthy, and you shouldn't have to wear sundresses, it's snowing out. As for Puck, well, I plan on giving him a little reality check. But in the mean time, is there anyone your age that you're getting along with alright?"
"Ironically, Rachel has been rather nice to me, but I think it's just because she feels guilty about telling Finn. She thought he'd jump right into her arms, but he hasn't...so now she's trying to make it up to me. I've tried to tell her it's okay, because all she did was tell the truth that I was to much of a coward to let out."
As Quinn pulled out of Emma's arms she smiled weakly, "Is there anything else you think you might need? I mean it, Quinn, anything. I want to help you."
Quinn shook her blonde locks, "No, Miss Pillsbury, but...thank you, so, so much...it should be my mother holding me and listening to me cry."
"No problem, sweetheart," cringing slightly at the fact that this was really not apart of the job and hoping no one would cause a fuss about it, Emma asked, "You guys don't have Glee tomorrow, right?" Quinn silently agreed, "We can go then, if you'd want."
Once Quinn left and Emma had made a quick trip to the HomeEc room, Emma called Puck into her office, feeling quite satisfied with her plan to convince him that adoption would be the best way to handle the situation.
"Hey, Noah, have a seat real quick."
"Sure, Miss. P...am I in trouble?"
"Oh, no...I'm just dealing with a little conflict resolution...I talked to Quinn earlier and she said you've been debating over keeping the baby?"
Puck rolled his eyes, "Yes, I have a little problem with the fact that she doesn't want to take responsibility and take care of the kid. She just wants to shove it off to someone else."
"So," Emma started, alining a few pens in her cup, "You think responsibility is keeping the baby? What about the responsibility of caring for a child? Is that something you're prepared for?"
"Change a few diapers, feed the kid...it's not as hard as everyone's making it out to be."
"Alright, well, I've got a little experiment for you to prove it to Quinn. Show her you can be a good dad."
Puck shrugged, "I would, but it's not like I can exactly borrow someone's baby for a few days."
Emma smiled brightly and reached for something under her desk, "Oh, no need, Noah." She placed a baby carrier with a plastic doll in it on her desk, "Borrowed this from the Childhood Development class. It's got all the reality of a baby. If you can carry this around for a few days, taking care of it's needs, I'm sure Quinn will come around and believe you can help her raise a baby."
Puck smirked, "Bring it on."
As the final bell of the day rang, Puck was in Emma's office again, angrily setting the electronic doll on the chair, "This damn thing won't shut the hell up. I did everything I could—I fed it, changed it's diaper, rocked it and it won't stop, I think there's something wrong with the wiring."
Emma shook her head, "There's nothing wrong with it, Noah. That's the reality of a baby. They cry and cry and cry and sometimes there's nothing you can do to stop it. And that little doll doesn't come with the cost of raising a child. It doesn't get sick or hurt. It just cries. Are you sure you're ready for a real one?"
He slumped into the chair in front of her, "But...isn't adoption the easy way out? What about accepting responsibility for what I did? My dad wasn't man enough to do it—I want to be better then him."
"I know you think that a real man would buck up and take care of the kid, like you said, but Noah, that's not true. Taking responsibility means doing the right thing. You kids are sixteen years old. Go watch MTV tonight to see what it's like to raise a baby when you're sixteen. I think you need to think it through much further before you continue pressuring Quinn about keeping it, alright?"
Puck nodded, taking it in slowly, "I...thanks, Miss Pillsbury."
The following day, Emma found Quinn in the hallway before school started and handed her a plastic bag.
"What's this?" The blonde asked.
"Lunch," Emma smiled, "Something much better then burgers and fries. Baby will thank you."
Quinn took the bag graciously and met Emma when the day ended.
While Emma wasn't thrilled about having a strange passenger in the car, she felt oddly okay with the fact that Quinn was riding with her.
They pulled into the lot of her favorite organic and natural foods store, watching as Quinn looked down the isle of supplements and vitamins, hunting for the ones her doctor recommended and cringing at the prices. Puck had only given her thirty dollars.
Emma watched as she set both the Vitamin C and Zinc back on the shelf with a sigh, "Don't need those?" She asked, having a feeling she knew what the response would be.
"I-I can't afford all of it, and I guess I get enough Vitamin C from food and—"
Emma picked them back up, "Don't worry about it, Quinn. I've got it."
"But, but—"
"It's okay," Emma's hand found it's way to Quinn's shoulder for the second time, "You don't have to do it all on your own."
Quinn swallowed the tears that had threatened to come up as Emma moved towards the produce to stock up on her own food supplies. After checking out the two swung by a maternity shop where Emma bought Quinn a few pairs of pants with elastic waistbands that made both of them laugh.
"Do you want to come to my place for dinner?" Emma asked, knowing the younger girl could use some real food.
"I-I'd love to."
As Emma pulled into her driveway, her stomach churned upon seeing a small blue car, "Um...Quinn? I-I, ah, Will-I mean, Mr. Schuester is...staying with me since...you know...if you could, uh..."
"I won't say anything, Miss Pillsbury." Quinn had already screwed up one of Mr. Schuester's relationships, she had no intention of ratting them out—not when he'd finally found someone who deserved him.
"Hey, Em!" Will called from the kitchen as she entered her small condo, "I was just starting..." He turned, watching as Quinn took off her shoes, "Uh, hi Quinn?"
Emma walked passed and whispered, "She needs a good meal."
"H-hey, Mr. Schuester." Quinn fiddled with the white tie on the front of her dress.
"Come on in, Quinn," He said, hanging her coat on the rack near the door.
While Emma worked on dinner, Will and Quinn sat in the living room. Feeling it would help decrease the guilt she felt, Quinn made a formal and lengthy apology that ended in tears. When Will announced his forgiveness, she hugged him tight.
"Sorry to interrupt, but dinner's ready," Emma said, poking her head into the living room, happy to see their embrace.
Over the next few weeks, Emma helped Quinn to make arrangements for the adoption, doctors visits and became her close confidant as the due date grew closer. Quinn came over for dinner a few times a week and spent time in her office when she just didn't feel like going to class.
One Sunday in late May, Emma received a hysterical call from Quinn who was less then an hour away from delivery. She and Will had sat in the waiting room; hours passed when Puck slowly shuffled into the waiting room, face red. When his eyes met Will's, he found himself crying. As Puck crumbled into Will's waiting arms, Emma composed herself enough to enter Quinn's room.
As she nervously opened the door with a disinfecting wipe, all thoughts of germs disappeared when she saw Quinn sobbing into a pillow.
"Oh, sweetheart," She whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed, one arm around Quinn's shoulders.
"She-she-she was so beautiful!" Quinn hiccuped, "And I let them take her!"
Emma's eyes grew wide, "They let you see her?"
"Y-yes. I told them, I said that we weren't supposed to...but they didn't listen and...they put her in my arms and...I pushed her back and she was crying...and I—Emma, I'm a terrible person!"
"No, I'm going to deal with whoever is responsible for this, but Quinn, we talked about this. You did the right thing. She's going to grow up in a home with two stable parents who will be able to provide her with all her needs. You're not a terrible person, shhh..."
After the birth, Quinn stopped coming around. She didn't come over for dinner and she didn't visit the guidance counselor's office. The only people she talked to were Kurt and Rachel, whom she'd moved in with once she was fully recovered.
Emma sighed, placing a hand on her thin stomach. Sure, Quinn was sixteen and unmarried, but she would still be facing the same challenges as the former cheerleader.
Will watched with a small smile, he liked the sight of her hand on their baby, "What's up, Em?"
"I...a week ago you mentioned that you thought Quinn wasn't handling the whole adoption thing well. I...do you think I should talk to her? I know she'll come around eventually; but now..."
"I think you should, set something up for something school-related and see if you can get her talking. She really opened up to you last year, maybe you can get that back."
"Will?" Emma asked that afternoon after several hours of vacuuming every carpeted surface in the condo, "Where are we going to put a baby?"
He looked up from the book he had been reading, "That's...a great question. One bedroom condo probably isn't going to suffice, is it?"
"Well, I suppose it would be okay at first...you know, until the first time we want to be alone."
Will ran a hand through his hair as he approached her with a smile, "I guess now would be the opportune time to look for a bigger place."
"There are some two-bedroom apartments close to school," She muttered, winding the cord around the vacuum cleaner, "And I know that there's some bigger condo's over by the library."
Will didn't really want to get her to excited, but he added anyway, "We could try to find a house."
She sucked in air as she closed the closet with all her cleaning supplies and leaned against it, "Can we really afford a house? I know we're not really on the border of losing our jobs or anything, but..."
He was surprised to see her not jumping at the opportunity like Terri had, "With the housing market the way it is...we could probably find something. They say it's a good market for buyers."
"True," Emma's arms snaked around his waist as they walked toward the couch, "And it's not like we'd be looking for mansions. I don't know about you, but I don't want anything fancy."
"Something small," He mused as he opened his computer and hopped online.
"Defiantly. Maybe three bedrooms...I don't think we need a grand entranceway or breakfast nook or such silly, pricey add-ons. Just something...simple. And you know what, it doesn't have to be a brand new house. There's tons of foreclosed houses around town that we could clean up real nice."
Will paused his google search and started at her happily, she was everything Terri was not, which thrilled him to pieces as he nearly tackled her to the couch with kisses. She didn't need to know why.
"Will—" she gasped between each one, "What's—this—for?"
"I just love you, Emma."
Blushing, she pushed him off gently, "I love you, too. Now I think Google's feeling a bit attention deprived."
Their search brought up countless results for homes in their area. Printing off a few that sounded promising, Will began making phone calls and setting up times to visit.
She hugged him tight as he hung up after scheduling the sixth tour. "We've got a long way to go, Will," She said into his chest.
He kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair, "We're going together, though, Em. Yes, there's a lot we've got to do between now and the time when the baby comes, but try not to feel overwhelmed. We can do this." Even though she was nodding, Will felt his shirt grow damp, "Hey, hey," He placed a finger under her chin, forcing her to make eye contact as he wiped the tears from her cheeks, "No more tears. Don't make me sing Annie songs to you."
Emma laughed through her tears, the first time Will had seen her cry after he moved in he'd sang Tomorrow off-key and high pitched until she smiled...
She'd just stepped out of the shower, her fluffy purple towel wrapped tightly around her. She sang quietly under her breath, "I'd like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly," It was such a goofy song, she wasn't sure why she liked it, "It's hard to say that I'd rather..." Suddenly her eyes noticed a tiny brown speck on the white tile. Frowning, because dirt was simply not tolerated in Emma's house, she crouched down and reached for a handy disinfecting wipe she kept on the counter. As she moved to eradicate the small stain, she dropped her towel in surprise as the spot moved.
"An ant?" Her forehead wrinkled in disgust, "How did you get in...here..." Her eyes trailed a foot beyond it to another moving brown speckle, then another and another and another. Trying not to panic, she watched until they moved beyond her line of sight. Creeping around the cupboard under the sink, her eyes widened and she screeched so loudly, she thought she discovered a new octave.
Will burst into the bathroom moments later, "Emma?"
Not even caring that her new boyfriend/roommate was seeing her in nothing but a towel, she pointed hysterically to the corner of the room where hundreds of ants were gathered.
Will sighed frowning at the small infestation, "Em, I thought you were hurt."
"I-they, I don't...how did they— it's always so clean— I try to keep...Will, get them out of here!"
"Okay, okay," He guided her bare shoulders into her bedroom, "Do you have any bug killer?"
She sniffled, "In the garage. I—don't leave me alone with them!"
"Emma, they're ants. They can't hurt you."
She squeaked and shook her head, "I can't...they don't...I—just, don't leave me!"
He put his hands up, "Okay, okay. Put some clothes on and you can come with me." Will turned around as she pulled pajamas on. Moments later, Emma gripped his upper arm firmly as he opened the door to her garage, where he found a can of Raid with ease on her neatly organized shelves. "Ready to do this?" Will could see her gulping as he reentered the bathroom, she stood frozen in the doorway.
"Uh, I, uh...think I'll just..." Emma's voice trailed off as Will pulled his shirt above his nose and mouth and began spraying the corner. She could see ants scurrying in attempt to save their lives before the fumes settled in.
"Could you grab the vacuum, Em?" She nodded, obliging. Moments later, he was sucking the corpuses off the tile. He turned on the fan and washed his hands, then placed one on her shoulder, "All better."
Emma suddenly burst into tears, "What if...there are more? What if they're all over the place?"
Will cringed, "I'm sure it's...fine?" Unsure of how to react to her crying, he sat her on the bed, "Uh...listen, we can check around. If there're more bugs, we'll find them."
Hoping that would stop the waterworks, Will took her hand into his, "Hey, Emma...don't cry. It's okay." He rubbed her back in attempt to soothe her, "Emma..." Her tears had stopped, but she still looked as if she was ready to burst into them again at any moment, "Can you smile for me?" Making no motion of doing so, he continued to pester her, "Don't make me take drastic measures here!"
Will's arms wrapped around Emma as he rocked her back and fourth while singing loudly, "The sun will come out tomorrow! Be your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there'll be sun...tomorrow! Tomorrow! I love ya, tomorrow! You're only a day away!" He nearly screeched the last line, causing Emma to giggle into his strong arms as she sang with him, "When I'm stuck with a day that's grey and lonely, I just stick up my chin and grin, and say..."
School was on for the following day and Emma was actually quite excited as she devised the perfect plan to allow Quinn to open up about her feelings.
The blonde girl entered without a pleasant smile, eyeing Emma who had her back turned and was sorting through books on her shelf, "Em...Mrs. Schuester?"
Emma turned, "Hey, Quinn. Have a seat, your hair looks real cute, by the way."
Quinn muttered a thanks, hands reaching to her recently shortened hair that fell just slightly below her chin, "Um...what exactly did you want to talk to me about?"
Emma held up a green piece of paper, as she sat behind her neatly organized desk, "I got a request form to change your schedule for next semester. You want to drop AP Biology?"
Quinn looked down shamefully, "I...yes."
"Well, is there a reason?"
She shook her head, "Not a good one."
Emma eyed her, attempting do draw more information out, "I know you're a smart girl, Quinn. You got an A first quarter and the same from this quarter's midterms. I know it's not content or coursework."
"No..." Quinn bit her lip, "It's...nothing."
"Hey, you can tell me. I'm not going to turn you in or anything."
"I-I just can't focus on it anymore. I don't want to keep doing the work. I've got other classes...Human Physiology takes a lot of time too...and I don't think doubling up on science classes was a good idea and..." Her voice trailed off as she stared out the window at the snow that had started to fall again.
"We both know that isn't the reason," Emma's voice dropped, "Quinn..." she took a deep breath, this wasn't quite how she pictured their conversation going, "you've got to talk about it."
"No, I don't, Emma!" She cried now, "I don't want to talk about it because there's nothing to say! I'm over it."
"That's why you're crying? Because you're over it?"
Quinn gasped and stood, "You can't...don't try and tell me what I'm feeling or what I should do or what I should talk about! You're not my mother!"
Trying not to feel a slight hurt at the last statement, Emma continued, not about to let the subject drop, "No, Quinn, I'm not your mother. But who was there for you last year when you needed vitamins? Who took you to doctors appointments? Who helped you prepare to give up your baby? Who held your hand while you cried because you weren't sure you could go through with it? It wasn't your mother. I'm not saying that you owe me anything because I did those things for you. I did them because I cared. And I still care, Quinn," She stood, moving to the other side of her desk to stand next to the younger girl, "I don't want to see you throwing your entire future away because of something you can't get over from your past. I want to help you get through it because I want you to be successful and happy, so that one day, you will be ready to take home a little girl and know that you'll be able to provide for her."
Quinn let out a sob and fell forward into Emma's arms, "I—I'm so sorry! I'm sorry I never came over and I'm sorry I've been avoiding you...it's just that...I was afraid..."
"Afraid of what?"
"...You and Will were about to get married...and, I had already been too involved in your lives already...and when I get involved in someone's life I...I mess it up! You're so happy together and you deserve each other and I didn't want to ruin that for you!"
"Oh, God, no, Quinn!" Emma sputtered in disbelief of her reasoning, "Sweetheart, things don't work like that. You're not some sort of disease. You're a great girl, who made a mistake and is now dealing with the aftermath of it. Don't ostracize yourself from people who care about you, thinking you're going to hurt them. If someone cares about you, they're willing to be hurt to see that you aren't. And Quinn, you're not going to hurt Will and I."
Quinn held tightly onto Emma, "Could...Could I come over, maybe? For dinner? I really, really miss you."
"Yes, yes, of course. And don't drop AP Bio. You still want to be a pediatric oncologist, right?" Quinn nodded, "Then you'll need it, kiddo."
The bell rang and Quinn pulled out from Emma's embrace, "I should go to class. Thank you, Emma...for everything."
"No problem, Quinn. I'll see you tonight."
Emma nearly skipped to the lounge for lunch. Will was already seated at their usual and looked up when she sat down, "Someone's happy."
"Just...a very successful morning. Quinn's coming over for dinner tonight."
Will smiled widely, "You got her to talk?"
"Sort of. We didn't talk so much about the whole baby drama...but she misses us. She was afraid of us, actually."
Will squinted, "What?"
"Yeah, um...she kind of felt like she was in the way and was afraid of ruining our lives...essentially. But, we talked; you know, I set her straight and um..."
Emma paused as she suddenly became aware of the looming figure that was hovering over her.
"Well, you're both still alive, I see," Sue said with her usual perky, condescending tone, "I wasn't sure if you were going to make it," Her eyes landed square on Emma, "Feeling alright?"
"She's fine, Sue," Will took his wife's hand, "Thanks for asking."
"You know, Will, I think that she can speak for herself."
"I-It's fine, really. Everything's okay. I'm fine."
"Alright, alright, hold your horses, Edna. I saw you talking to Quinn Fabray this morning. She finally snapping back to reality or still enjoying her new homo-happy friendship? I'm sure she'd love to come back to a winning team. She was such a great little champion."
"Actually, Sue, Quinn wants nothing to do with being a cheerleader or any other sort of imitation happiness you can give her. She loves being apart of a club that accepts her for who she is, not who someone is trying force her to be. She loves having real friends, not some sort of hoax posse that would turn on her when she needed them most. She doesn't need you or the Cheerios to feel like she belongs to something."
"Wow. I like it better when your husband speaks for you. Well, I'm bored now," Sue stood to leave, "Take care, you two."
Will's mouth hung open for a moment after she was gone, "Em? Can you run some sort of bi-polar test on her?"
"I would love too," she stabbed her salad with her fork, "But there isn't medication for being evil and vindictive."
The school day ended quickly for Emma as she attempted to catch up on the work she had missed on Monday. She heard the Glee kids warming up and another two hours had passed when Will stepped into her office with Quinn at his heals, "Ready to go?"
They arrived home and the three of them began cooking. Quinn discussed what living with Rachel was like, "And even though she's the most obnoxious person on the face of the earth, she's somehow become my best friend. Kurt, too. They're really, really great to me...just not always each other." Emma laughed as they sat around the table, passing dishes, "What's new with the two of you?"
Will smirked, "Funny you should ask..." He made eye contact with Emma, her look clearly making it okay to tell the girl next to him their big news, "We found out on Monday that..."
Quinn leaned forward, "What?"
Emma smiled brightly, "We're having a baby."
Quinn squealed and put her hand over her heart, "Oh! That's so...great...wait, are you okay with that? I mean...pregnancy is..."
"Well, uh, sort of. I've accepted that I'm pregnant, and I'm really, really happy that Will and I are going to bring a child into the world...it's just the...messy stuff that I'm concerned about. You know..."
Quinn poked a carrot, "Oh, believe me, I know," She said in a teasing tone.
Will took Emma's hand, "But we're dealing with it, together. We're going to be okay, right Em?"
"Yeah," She beamed at Quinn, "We're all going to be okay."
Wahoo! 6,000 w.c. - now that's more the length I wanted for these chapters.
Random? A bit. But I was quickly realizing that I needed more storyline then crying and hugging. I hate almost all of the Glee kids—RACHEL!—But I like Quinn. I can see this. That's why I wrote it. I like Quinn/Emma friendship. Quinn's about to become a nice part of this whole baby mess.
Hope the flashbacks aren't getting overwhelming. Say something if they are, they aren't really plot (usually) but I think they're kind of cute.
Thanks again for reading and reviewing!