When I woke up the next morning I felt a lot warmer than I had done the night before. I was unsure of why to start with, then I noticed an arm wrapped around my waist and it dawned on me. Will was hugging me. He was close. Very close. I couldn't believe it. I'd only ever been this close to Finn and Puck, but now I was this close to my teacher! I knew I should have felt uncomfortable about it, but I didn't. It actually felt good. I looked over at the clock. 5 am. I still had at least another hour before I needed to get up, so I closed my eyes and felt myself drifting back into sleep with a smile on my face. In the hour or so that I slept after waking for the first time I dreamt. I dreamt of Will. Of him not being my teacher and us being together, as a couple.
When I woke up for the second time I realised he was no longer there. I sat up slowly, taking in my surroundings. I hadn't been able to see what the bedroom looked like last night because the lights were off. It was a mess. I got up and gave the room a quick tidy, before wandering out into the kitchen to find will standing next to the cooker in a pair of shorts with his hair sticking up all over the place. He heard me approach and turned around. Wow. I never would have guessed that he had a body like that. I realised then that he was actually really quite handsome, even with his hair sticking up and his eyes half shut with sleep.
He was cooking pancakes. "Morning sleepyhead!" he said jokingly, putting the first two pancakes on a plate and handing them to me. "I hope you like pancakes; it's pretty much all I ever cook in the mornings." "Yeah, I love pancakes! Thanks Mr Schue!" I said sleepily, happy that he actually cooked in the morning rather than eating a piece of fruit or, at best, a bowl of cereal like Finn. "What did I tell you? Call me Will outside of school, ok?" he said, jokingly stern. "Okay, Mr Schue." I giggled. I loved joking with him; he was the only person I knew who would sit there and laugh with my while I made jokes that weren't even funny. I guess that's what pregnancy hormones do to a girl.
When we'd both finished eating our pancakes Will stood up to clear the plates. I cleared my throat and nodded my head towards him. He looked down. "Oh crap. I'm sorry...I forgot...I'll just go..." He was getting really flustered, his face bright red. Then I started to giggle. The giggle grew into a full on laugh. Will looked confused, but I was laughing so hard that I was incapable of speech. He went into the bedroom to get dressed, then came back out again almost immediately. "Quinn. Did you tidy up in there?" He asked; delight creeping in with the look of surprise on his face. I'd calmed down enought to speak by then, so I replied. "Yeah, it didn't take me long. Was that the wrong thing to do? I'm sorry; I shouldn't have touched your things without asking. I-" He cut me off mid apology. "No, no. Quinn, it's fine. Honestly. I came back out to thank you. I've been meaning to tidy up in there for weeks. I just don't want you doing too much and wearing yourself out or hurting yourself."
I washed the dishes for him while he showered and got dressed. When he was done in the bathroom I went in there myself. I showered and dressed then, as I brushed my hair I started to feel a little queasy. I just ignored it; I felt queasy a lot nowadays. I started putting on some make up. Not a lot, just enough to hide the tired rings around my eyes. The queasiness had been getting worse. I practically sprinted over to the toilet and started throwing up. It was a good job I'd left the door unlocked when I went to get my makeup because two minutes later Will came rushing in with a glass of water, which he put down next to me. He crouched down on my other side and held my hair back as I, to put it bluntly, puked my guts up.
"I'm sorry you had to see that." I whispered when I had finished puking. I drank some of the water and wiped my mouth. He shook his head gently and sighed. "Stop apologising Quinn. You're pregnant. It's not your fault you threw up. Besides, I've seen a lot worse. Trust me." His face had turned caring again and he smiled at me. My eyes started to fill with tears again. The amount of care this man had shown me, especially when it could get him into serious trouble, was completely overwhelming. I wiped my eyes on a tissue he handed me, then I hugged him. "Thank you so much Will." I whispered gently into his ear. The tears ran silently down my face. When they had slowed I let go of him and giggled. "I got make up on your shirt. I'm sorry."
Once I'd sorted myself out and got my bag together it was nearly 7 o' clock. "Okay Quinn, you've got a choice here. I normally leave for school about now and there's no one about when I get there. You can either come with me now or wait here for a while and come in on your own a bit later. I don't mind either way, so it's up to you." Quinn thought about it for a minute. Was there really any point in running two cars to school? "I'll go with you." I said quietly. "I mean, there's no point in running two cars, is there?" With that I picked up my school bag and wandered out of the door.