The drive to school was quiet, but it wasn't awkward. It was a relaxed silence; a happy silence. I felt like nothing could go wrong. I sat with my bag at my feet and my hands resting on my I remembered everything. "Will? What if someone finds out I stayed with you? You'll lose your job! And if Ms. Sylvester finds out it'll be even worse. She'll make your life a living hell! I can't do that to you. Not after all you've done for me." I looked at him, panic gripping my features. He looked back and smiled warmly; placing his hand on top of mine and giving it a light squeeze. "It'll be fine. I promise." He replied, sounding a little unsure despite the confident look he was giving me. "Just make sure you don't tell anyone, ok? We don't want to take the risk of rumours spreading."

At that moment we pulled into McKinley High's staff car park. Will pulled into the space closest to the door and turned the engine off. He got out and walked round to the other side of the car to open my door for me. He smiled as I dragged myself out of the car. "I can't believe how massive my stomach is! Seriously, I feel like an elephant" I complained as I tried to bend down past my belly to get my bag out of the car. Will looked at me, "How far gone ar you now?" He asked, looking me up and down. I was surprised that he'd asked, but it just gave me even more proof that he cared. He bent down and got my bag for me. "About 25 weeks now. I've heard that it's normal to start getting morning sickness about now. Which is good news for you; it means you get to clean the bathroom every morning for the next 15 or so weeks!" I replied, giving him a big cheesey grin.

We made our way into the building and headed straight to the practice room to discuss ideas for new Glee club projects. The discussion quickly turned into a sing a long session, though, and neither of us noticed when Rachel appeared in the doorway. "Morning!" She yelled cheerfully, trying to be heard over the piano and singing. "You're hear early, Quinn!" She said as I turned around to face her. "Umm...yeah, I woke up early and I thought it would be a more productive use of my time coming into school early than sitting around at home waiting until the time I normally leave." "Ah, I see. Where is home, anyway? Finn phoned me last night and told me you'd left. You can stay in my spare room if you need to, my Dads already said yes." I was touched by her kindness, but I couldn't accept. I was happy staying at Will's; until he asked me to leave, anyway. "No, no it's fine. Thank you anyway, but no. My cousin moved down here from Canada recently, so I'm staying with her until I've sorted things out with my parents. I really do appreciate the offer though, Rachel."

We stayed in the practice room until lessons started; me, Will and Rachel. I felt uncomfortable now that Rachel was there. It felt like she was taking over. I don't know why, but I almost felt...jealous. I couldn't help it. I knew she'd had a crush on Will before and it unnerved me. Not that I had a crush on Will or anything; that would just be weird. I'm just grateful that he took me in. When the first bell goes Rachel hurries off to her locker to get her books. I wait for a minute, so that I can talk to Will in private. "I'll cook dinner tonight. What do you want?" I ask as he tidies up and picks up his bag. He looks at me, a little surprised that I was offering. "I don't mind." He replies, a smile breaking out on his face. "Anything as long as it doesn't have mushrooms or brussel sprouts in it is fine with me. I'm not fussy." I nodded and said I'd think about it during the day. I was about to leave when he caught my arm. "Have a good day, Quinn. I'll meet you in here at 4, ok?" I smiled and nodded. It was so nice to have someone tell me to have a good day again that I was completely lost for words.

My lessons passed in a blur. I was only vaguely aware that I was actually in lessons. I only really payed attention when the teacher was asking me something and when I was noting down tonights mountain of homework. I thought the teachers would be nice to me and lighten my load of homework a little now that I was pregnant. No such luck. The only teacher who did give me less homework was Mr Schue. When I went to meet him at the end of the day he looked up from his desk and smiled at me again. "Hey Quinn. Did you have a good day?" I was shocked and overwhelmed by this simplest of questions; I nearly broke down again. I held back the tears and sniffed. "Yeah, I had a good day. I got loads of homework though." I said, holding up my bag, which was bulging slightly because of all the books in it, as if to prove my point. "I had a good day, thanks Quinn. Listen, if you've got that much homework tonight you don't have to do your Spanish homework. Don't tell the rest of your class though." I stood up, walked round the desk and hugged him tight. "Thank you so much Mr Schue. You have no idea how much that means to me...how much everything means to me!" With that I let go of him and wandered off to my locker. He left the building and drove his car round the corner, out of sight of the school, so that no one was suspicious. Even though nothing particular happened that day, it was the best day I'd had in a long time.