I smiled. I smiled when I helped him cook dinner; I smiled when he put a plate piled high with stir fry in front of me on the table; I smiled with every bite I took. Finally, he gave in. "What is it, Quinn? You haven't stopped smiling all evening. Have I got a sticker on my back or something?" I giggled, then sighed and looked down at my plate. "It's just... Thank you. I never could have asked for this much kindness from anyone, let alone you Mr Schue. You're risking losing your job just to help me. I'm...It's just... I can't...Thank you!" I said, finally managing to find the right words.

When I looked up at him again, I saw tears in his eyes. "Oh no, did I say something wrong Mr Schue? I didn't mean to upset you!" He wiped his eyes with his hand and smiled at me. I don't know what it was, but when I saw that smile there was a flutter in my stomach. "No, no, you didn't upset me. But you're so strong, so grateful for everything, it made me realise you're not a kid anymore, even though that's how I think of you all at Glee. I'm sorry."We finished the meal in silence. When I finished I got up to wash my plate, but Mr Schue stopped me. "There's no need for you to do that." He said, clearly concerned about me standing up for too long. "Why don't you go and choose a film? They're in the cupboard under the stereo."

I wandered through to the living room to find the cupboard he was talking about. It was massive! I opened the doors and was met by what seemed like an A-Z of musicals. In the end I settled on Amélie. I remembered watching it when I was younger and I thought it might bring me some comfort.I turned around to see Mr Schue setting up the TV. "Is this one ok, Mr Schue?" I asked tentatively, not wanting to put it on if it wasn't what he wanted. He turned around to see what I'd chosen, nodding his approval. "Will." "What?" "Will. We're not at school anymore Quinn, so you can call me by my first name." This shocked me a little. Obviouosly, I was used to calling him Mr Schuester or Mr Schue but, deep down, I was almost glad he asked me to call him Will.

I enjoyed the movie. I don't have a very good grip on french so Will put the subtitles on for me. I curled up next to him on the sofa and felt, for the first time since my parents threw me out, like I was home. When the film finished Will got up and started carrying my bag into his bedroom. "Where do you think you're taking that?" I asked him sternly, taking it from his hand and putting it down next to the sofa. "You've already given up enough by letting me stay, I can't ask you to give up your bed as well. That would be really selfish."

I think he understood that I wasn't going to budge because he went into his bedroom and emerged a few minutes later with a couple of pillows, a thin duvet and a fleece blanket. "It's not much, but I'm afraid it's all I can offer you if you're going to refuse to sleep in my bed." He said, offering me the pile of stuff apologetically. I was overwhelmed by his generosity, tears coming to my eyes again. "Thank you so much Will." I said, a few tears escaping and running down my cheeks. I stood up off of the sofa and pulled him into a hug, feeling the same flutter in my stomach as I had felt when he smiled at me.

After we'd sorted out the sleeping arrangements I changed into my pyjamas, even though they barely fit over my stomach any more, and we sat on the sofa for a while and talked. I must have drifted off, because when I opened my eyes I realised I was leaning on Will's shoulder and he was whispering in my ear, telling me jokingly that he thinks it's bed time.

I lay myself down on the sofa, fidgeting until I was comfortable. I closed my eyes and Will turned out the lights. When I thought he'd gone to bed, I let the tears flow again. I'd cried myself to sleep every night since my parents kicked me out, not that anyone else knew. I didn't here his bedroom door open. I didn't hear him walking across the room towards me, either. I only realised he was there when he sat down on the edge of the sofa, pushed my hair out of my eyes, and started rubbing my back again. He didn't say anything for a while; he just sat there, comforting me, while I cried.

When the tears slowed a little, he spoke. "Why don't you come and sleep in my bed with me tonight?" "What?" I managed to choke out, through the tears. He suddenly realised what it had sounded like he was offering. "Oh no! I've done it again, I'm such an idiot. What I meant to say... I didn't mean...I'll just shut up now." I giggled at how flustered he was getting. "It's ok Will, I know what you mean. That would be great, but I don't want you to get into trouble."

He stood up and carried me, rather awkwardly considering the size of me, through to his bedroom and lay me on one side of the bed, facing away from the middle. He covered me up with the duvet, then walked round to the other side of the bed and lay down, facing away from me; putting was much distance between us as possible. "Good night Quinn." he whispered, trying not to startle me too much. "Good night, Will." I replied, equally quietly. The fluttering was back in my stomach again as I fell asleep.